So, last night I number closed a stripper. I've had a stripper fuck buddy before, but I was fucking that girl for almost a year before she slid down her first pole. So, anyway, this is my first headway with a stripper, so it's exciting.
I'm also concerned because everything I did was in violation of the conventional PUA wisdom out there, so whatever ground I've gained may not be secure.
Basically, we went to a couple of bars last night with the goal of mostly getting drunk and raising hell like in the good old days. My buddy and I were too drunk to sarge effectively, but still managed to dance with several girls and get warm receptions from a few more sets.
After the bars, we got a taxi to a full-nude strip club we've never been to before on the west side of Los Angeles. We set towards the back.
The second or third stripper to approach me finally convinced my drunk horny ass to buy a private dance. I didn't really say anything to the stripper that was any different from what she hears from guys all the time, so I don't know how I sparked her sexual interest, but apparently I did. When we got back to the private area, she jumped me and we went at like we were trying to fuck, not get a dance.
She was making out with me, pulled my dick out and started rubbing it. Despite my drunkenness, I came in 90 seconds. I had already paid for a 30 minute session. For most of the rest of the time, we just made out. Did a little bit of talking, but don't even remember most of it. I just remember her saying, "If you hadn't already come, I'd be fucking the shit out of you right now."
On her own initiative, she suggested I take down her number and call her this Monday. I gave her my number too. She said the "separates business from pleasure" and our interaction would be "pleasure." (In other words, no charge.) She also said her cell phone plan doesn't include text messaging, is a relevant tid bit.
At the end of my dance, I stupidly try to tip her, but she declines the tip saying "You can just buy me a drink next time we hang out.
This afternoon, I missed a call from her saying, "Hey, it's _______. I just saw that I got a text message and I wanted to make sure to remind you I don't have text messaging in case it was from you. Call me later Baby"
So, I guess the plan is to call her on Monday.
Her cell phone number is a 310 area code, which is West Los Angeles, same area I live and where the club is.
How should I handle it? Invite her to drinks at a bar near my house then take her back to fuck? Just invite her straight to my house and get right to the fucking? Do I even want her knowing where I live? Even though my lease is up in few months and I'm probably moving, I still feel weird.
Any advice appreciated.
BTW: I'm 6'2'' with striking facial features, but also a scrawny 175 lb frame. I'm about a 7 or 8.
I'm also concerned because everything I did was in violation of the conventional PUA wisdom out there, so whatever ground I've gained may not be secure.
Basically, we went to a couple of bars last night with the goal of mostly getting drunk and raising hell like in the good old days. My buddy and I were too drunk to sarge effectively, but still managed to dance with several girls and get warm receptions from a few more sets.
After the bars, we got a taxi to a full-nude strip club we've never been to before on the west side of Los Angeles. We set towards the back.
The second or third stripper to approach me finally convinced my drunk horny ass to buy a private dance. I didn't really say anything to the stripper that was any different from what she hears from guys all the time, so I don't know how I sparked her sexual interest, but apparently I did. When we got back to the private area, she jumped me and we went at like we were trying to fuck, not get a dance.
She was making out with me, pulled my dick out and started rubbing it. Despite my drunkenness, I came in 90 seconds. I had already paid for a 30 minute session. For most of the rest of the time, we just made out. Did a little bit of talking, but don't even remember most of it. I just remember her saying, "If you hadn't already come, I'd be fucking the shit out of you right now."
On her own initiative, she suggested I take down her number and call her this Monday. I gave her my number too. She said the "separates business from pleasure" and our interaction would be "pleasure." (In other words, no charge.) She also said her cell phone plan doesn't include text messaging, is a relevant tid bit.
At the end of my dance, I stupidly try to tip her, but she declines the tip saying "You can just buy me a drink next time we hang out.
This afternoon, I missed a call from her saying, "Hey, it's _______. I just saw that I got a text message and I wanted to make sure to remind you I don't have text messaging in case it was from you. Call me later Baby"
So, I guess the plan is to call her on Monday.
Her cell phone number is a 310 area code, which is West Los Angeles, same area I live and where the club is.
How should I handle it? Invite her to drinks at a bar near my house then take her back to fuck? Just invite her straight to my house and get right to the fucking? Do I even want her knowing where I live? Even though my lease is up in few months and I'm probably moving, I still feel weird.
Any advice appreciated.
BTW: I'm 6'2'' with striking facial features, but also a scrawny 175 lb frame. I'm about a 7 or 8.