Saturday night at the club was astounding! 2
I have spoken here about Dietmar, the guy in his forties who paid me two hundred Euros for my wet and soiled g-string, at the club last night (well early this morning as well). He seemed to be a very nice guy. Lots of the younger guys, clients that use the club as a starter place for a good night out, or as the venue for their night’s hedonism, are not as appreciative of our efforts to entice and entertain them in any way like older men seem to be. There really is a palpable age gap in their behaviour and reaction.
Dietmar didn’t seem to want me to dance for any other client enjoying the fact that I was exclusive (in the moment) and naked for him, and I could sense in many instances that he was very avid and thoughtful about me as his entertainment and his partner in the moment. Whenever we sat to talk and drink between dances he seemed to be interested in opening up to me mentally as I was opened up to him physically. He commented on my vulva. He liked how much I glistened in being so wet 💦 from his status as my prop just as I was his. I wasn’t quite sure what he was driving at but he was very appreciative.
The floor security was watching us (I guess they had experience of the variety of situations we girls could find ourselves in suddenly, so they watching for the readable signs they were used to). Dietmar spoke about how he was not supposed to touch me, he wanted to explore how I was allowed to touch him.
Now, I have danced in clubs in Amsterdam and Paris, in Vienna and at home in Kyiv, and I can recognise how some men can be. Dietmar was very much in the train of one experience bubble, so I asked him what was in his mind. I was fairly confident that he wasn’t about to unzip his trousers to get out his penis. I knew he was very hard from dancing in his lap. He asked me if I knew what affect I had on men like him? He told me that he had already ejaculated in his underwear once because of my interaction and he was thinking about how it would be to do it for real inside me!
Some dancers might be disgusted by this kind of revelation but I was apologetic and asked him if he needed to go to “tidy himself up!” He smiled and told me he was enjoying himself and more so knowing that just the fabric of his trousers was between him and his delivery of semen inside me. I smiled as he revealed that he liked the tune that was playing on the sound system then, and would I dance?
I smiled, more to myself than anything else seeing just what he was trying to determine. His trousers were soiled with the juices from my vagina so he was soiled both sides of the fabric of his clothing. I grinded down more as I danced and I could feel his reaction. I caught the floor security guy’s eye as I danced, but he kept circulating just as I did in Dietmar’s lap.
The champagne was reaching my bladder and I had to leave the floor briefly to go to pee. He said that I should come straight back to him after!
Dietmar didn’t seem to want me to dance for any other client enjoying the fact that I was exclusive (in the moment) and naked for him, and I could sense in many instances that he was very avid and thoughtful about me as his entertainment and his partner in the moment. Whenever we sat to talk and drink between dances he seemed to be interested in opening up to me mentally as I was opened up to him physically. He commented on my vulva. He liked how much I glistened in being so wet 💦 from his status as my prop just as I was his. I wasn’t quite sure what he was driving at but he was very appreciative.
The floor security was watching us (I guess they had experience of the variety of situations we girls could find ourselves in suddenly, so they watching for the readable signs they were used to). Dietmar spoke about how he was not supposed to touch me, he wanted to explore how I was allowed to touch him.
Now, I have danced in clubs in Amsterdam and Paris, in Vienna and at home in Kyiv, and I can recognise how some men can be. Dietmar was very much in the train of one experience bubble, so I asked him what was in his mind. I was fairly confident that he wasn’t about to unzip his trousers to get out his penis. I knew he was very hard from dancing in his lap. He asked me if I knew what affect I had on men like him? He told me that he had already ejaculated in his underwear once because of my interaction and he was thinking about how it would be to do it for real inside me!
Some dancers might be disgusted by this kind of revelation but I was apologetic and asked him if he needed to go to “tidy himself up!” He smiled and told me he was enjoying himself and more so knowing that just the fabric of his trousers was between him and his delivery of semen inside me. I smiled as he revealed that he liked the tune that was playing on the sound system then, and would I dance?
I smiled, more to myself than anything else seeing just what he was trying to determine. His trousers were soiled with the juices from my vagina so he was soiled both sides of the fabric of his clothing. I grinded down more as I danced and I could feel his reaction. I caught the floor security guy’s eye as I danced, but he kept circulating just as I did in Dietmar’s lap.
The champagne was reaching my bladder and I had to leave the floor briefly to go to pee. He said that I should come straight back to him after!
