Saturday night at the club was astounding!
It seemed busier than Friday night but some of the girls insisted it was likely about the same. My first client was an older man, probably somewhere in his forties. He looked energised when he saw me, even thought there were other blondes on offer.
He was welcoming and asked me to sit down for a moment, he offered me a drink 🥃 like the management tell us to entice them to do. A glass of champagne, but I waited for him to sip from his glass before I did from mine.
I like champagne, it’s a complex wine that seems different each vineyard or area that you go in the general vicinity of Reims in the region. Some are quite dry, others quite fruity and others more sweet and refreshing. All champagne is refreshing and it doesn’t have to be a vintage bottle! The club charges quite a lot for a bottle of champagne, but yet it was a standard size bottle.
I was one among a few of us dancers who wear just a g-string to dance in, and this client , who told me his first name was Dietmar, told me that he liked my breasts. That he wasn’t into big breasts on a woman, he preferred a woman to be proportional. I made no comment about this and he sought to qualify for me further. He got tactile, and I looked up to see where the floor security was.
Dietmar asked me about my dancing, asking if there was a certain kind of music I preferred to dance to. He wanted to know more about me and sought to question me a little. I didn’t want to seem either impolite or disinterested in talking just as he observed that he realised I am there to dance! He asked if I liked the music that was playing at that moment, and I took that to mean he wanted me to dance!
Every now and then I felt that he was trying to guide me in some way with how he kind of circled me with his arms, but he didn’t hold me. Like a guide you would do for someone young to be ready to catch them before they fall. This was the case as I straddled his lap and gyrated to focus my energy on enticement. I was sitting in his lap but grinding in his groin. I could feel his penis was hard each time I pushed down, angling my hips and pushing back towards his stomach.
He lifted his hips towards me as I grinded and he seemed excited as he asked me if I would slip out of my g-string. Although it isn’t something that many ask for it is allowed, as long as they don’t touch.
I took off my string, and he seemed very happy and excited that I did! I was aware that security had seen me, and one of the floor walkers seemed to hover close by, watching me and two other dancers close by. Naked I felt even less inhibited and I grinded deeper into his lap. I knew I was very wet, and I could see he knew I was as well.
As he enjoyed me he was happy to ask me to stay longer and so when the music switched he asked me to sit down with him a moment longer and poured me another glass of champagne. So I sat naked with him, and he asked me if I would open my legs and let him see me.
Now, one way to increase your chances of getting a larger gratuity is to try to do all your client asks you to and I am not a prude about a man I have danced for, who is paying for me to be there in the moment with him looking at my very wet vulva in this way. But Dietmar next asked me if he would be allowed to touch my clitoris, and he seemed dejected by my reminding him that the clients are not allowed to touch the girls dancing for them.
Almost as if he had been distracted by the music that next came on, he asked me to dance again, observing that he was happy with my remaining naked for him. This time as I grinded in his lap his guide arm that he lifted to ensure in his mind that I wasn’t about to fall off, swept in quickly one moment and he touched my left breast. As he did this his other arm seemed to be by his side but it wasn’t because he suddenly touched my vulva!
He was pleased that I didn’t show any surprise, and he said that he would like to buy my string from me, that he would give me two hundred Euros for it! Now I knew it was wet from my vaginal lube, and he was being a good sport even if he had touched me twice. I told him it was now his string and he gave me two one hundred Euro notes.
The music changed and I sat down with him again, and saw he had scooped my string up from where I had dropped it. He asked if I would have to leave the floor to go and put on another string, and I told him that if he wanted me to keep dancing for him I could remain naked. He looked pleased with the idea.
The floor security had moved away slightly to be close to where something had distracted him and another so I got up and sat down on Dietmar’s knee. He loved my gesture and he looked at my nipples as I sat on him. He asked me:
“Was macht ein nettes Mädchen wie du an einem Ort wie diesem?”
I smiled, and told him:
“ Ich verdiene mir etwas Geld, um durch Europa zu reisen!”
He smiled as he placed his free hand at the top of my right thigh, and he gave me another one hundred Euro note.
Security seemed to have noticed me sitting on his knee as the music changed again and I stood up to dance once more.
He was welcoming and asked me to sit down for a moment, he offered me a drink 🥃 like the management tell us to entice them to do. A glass of champagne, but I waited for him to sip from his glass before I did from mine.
I like champagne, it’s a complex wine that seems different each vineyard or area that you go in the general vicinity of Reims in the region. Some are quite dry, others quite fruity and others more sweet and refreshing. All champagne is refreshing and it doesn’t have to be a vintage bottle! The club charges quite a lot for a bottle of champagne, but yet it was a standard size bottle.
I was one among a few of us dancers who wear just a g-string to dance in, and this client , who told me his first name was Dietmar, told me that he liked my breasts. That he wasn’t into big breasts on a woman, he preferred a woman to be proportional. I made no comment about this and he sought to qualify for me further. He got tactile, and I looked up to see where the floor security was.
Dietmar asked me about my dancing, asking if there was a certain kind of music I preferred to dance to. He wanted to know more about me and sought to question me a little. I didn’t want to seem either impolite or disinterested in talking just as he observed that he realised I am there to dance! He asked if I liked the music that was playing at that moment, and I took that to mean he wanted me to dance!
Every now and then I felt that he was trying to guide me in some way with how he kind of circled me with his arms, but he didn’t hold me. Like a guide you would do for someone young to be ready to catch them before they fall. This was the case as I straddled his lap and gyrated to focus my energy on enticement. I was sitting in his lap but grinding in his groin. I could feel his penis was hard each time I pushed down, angling my hips and pushing back towards his stomach.
He lifted his hips towards me as I grinded and he seemed excited as he asked me if I would slip out of my g-string. Although it isn’t something that many ask for it is allowed, as long as they don’t touch.
I took off my string, and he seemed very happy and excited that I did! I was aware that security had seen me, and one of the floor walkers seemed to hover close by, watching me and two other dancers close by. Naked I felt even less inhibited and I grinded deeper into his lap. I knew I was very wet, and I could see he knew I was as well.
As he enjoyed me he was happy to ask me to stay longer and so when the music switched he asked me to sit down with him a moment longer and poured me another glass of champagne. So I sat naked with him, and he asked me if I would open my legs and let him see me.
Now, one way to increase your chances of getting a larger gratuity is to try to do all your client asks you to and I am not a prude about a man I have danced for, who is paying for me to be there in the moment with him looking at my very wet vulva in this way. But Dietmar next asked me if he would be allowed to touch my clitoris, and he seemed dejected by my reminding him that the clients are not allowed to touch the girls dancing for them.
Almost as if he had been distracted by the music that next came on, he asked me to dance again, observing that he was happy with my remaining naked for him. This time as I grinded in his lap his guide arm that he lifted to ensure in his mind that I wasn’t about to fall off, swept in quickly one moment and he touched my left breast. As he did this his other arm seemed to be by his side but it wasn’t because he suddenly touched my vulva!
He was pleased that I didn’t show any surprise, and he said that he would like to buy my string from me, that he would give me two hundred Euros for it! Now I knew it was wet from my vaginal lube, and he was being a good sport even if he had touched me twice. I told him it was now his string and he gave me two one hundred Euro notes.
The music changed and I sat down with him again, and saw he had scooped my string up from where I had dropped it. He asked if I would have to leave the floor to go and put on another string, and I told him that if he wanted me to keep dancing for him I could remain naked. He looked pleased with the idea.
The floor security had moved away slightly to be close to where something had distracted him and another so I got up and sat down on Dietmar’s knee. He loved my gesture and he looked at my nipples as I sat on him. He asked me:
“Was macht ein nettes Mädchen wie du an einem Ort wie diesem?”
I smiled, and told him:
“ Ich verdiene mir etwas Geld, um durch Europa zu reisen!”
He smiled as he placed his free hand at the top of my right thigh, and he gave me another one hundred Euro note.
Security seemed to have noticed me sitting on his knee as the music changed again and I stood up to dance once more.
