Conociendo a una bailarina

It's been a while since I wanted to write these lines, perhaps due to the need for mental relief.

Months ago and during any ordinary weekend, what seemed like an usual night out with friends and drinking a few beers would turn out to be anything but normal for me.

That day and after a busy week, it finally arrived at the time to meet up with friends and decide where to go to do what we normally did on Fridays or Saturdays; we were a group of 4 young people under 30 with only one intention, to get drunk (pretty simple)

We all agreed on a meeting spot to decide between our favorite bar or an adventure unknown, we opted for the second option and chose to go to a new place in town, known in my country as tables or other colloquial ways that I don't feel like writing (For better understanding, I'm referring to strip clubs)

Well, without further delay, we headed to that new establishment, upon entering our eyes were drawn to the dance floor, watched by two tubes at the extremes and above which two of the girls were giving a small show while about 100 pairs of eyes looked on; as we took our seats and ordered the first round of beers, our words fell silent and our eyes turned towards the spectacle of that night.

A few more beers passed until between the music and neon lights announced the arrival of two new girls to dance at the rhythm of the songs, losing their clothes little by little; in this way they climbed onto the stage assisted by a waiter; the first woman I noticed wore a fluorescent thong and something similar to the top half of a bikini above it, had a body with quite pronounced curves, those that are sculpted with bistoury and latex, blonde and with a coquettish face; undoubtedly she was carrying off the gazes at her impressive body. The second girl who came up right behind her was different, from... measured and youthful body, those girls of 18 years old which, at least to me, cause quite a stir, that one wore a mask, reason why I could only notice half her face; for a few seconds I tried to decide where to focus my attention and denying most of my instincts I couldn't help but feel curious about the face of that woman who had something (perhaps her body) that had attracted quite a bit of my attention. The songs were passing and slowly they were taking off their clothes, it was before she took off the top when I couldn't help but fix my gaze on her eyes to know more about her face; the girl's face like all, trying to be sensual and something tired of daily routine. Just at that moment something happened that would separate a normal night from another one like that date.

As if neither of us had planned it, our gazes crossed at the same time, she showed that fake smile that all those who have visited those places have seen on girls over and over again; I was still a bit lost between her body and that gaze that even fake awakened much curiosity in me.

The songs passed, it was the first time I observed those tits and that ass, the skin scented with cheap perfume and hair gel, those high heels that made her hide her 150 cm height quite well; she left the dance floor and I turned back to my friends, we started talking about the girls while they announced a short break over the sound system; we took advantage of it to go out for a smoke and some fresh air for a few minutes, it was past midnight and still seemed like a normal occasion.

We went back in to continue enjoying the show, more girls passed by, dancing, swaying to the rhythm of the music, showing their tits, shaking them, giving each other slaps on the ass and making us lose ourselves in their bodies; the waiter came over to offer what we know as cups which isn't. more than paying between 12 and 14 dollars to share a beer with the girl you want for 15-30 minutes; the idea was easily rejected in unanimity at the table; girl after girl passed by until it approached 1 am, when I decided to make a personal call that forced me to leave the establishment for a moment; upon returning, I saw that girl from the mask, now with her face uncovered but wearing the same clothes (the only reason I recognized her completely), in a second I gathered my courage and went to talk to her, the first time I did so in some place like that; the girl recognized me immediately, something rare since more than 100 men were looking at her at the same time and with flashing lights it must be complicated to distinguish faces.

Before the initial contact, I noticed her expression of boredom and annoyance, which changed to a flirtatious but false smile, a small exchange of words and she asked me to invite her a cup, without thinking much I agreed and went with her to a table somewhat away from my group of friends, since I wanted the greatest privacy possible; before they could bring her a beer, I quickly returned to my table to collect a couple of beers from the current round and receive some mocking comments in passing for wasting money on a simulation.

I quickly returned to the table where the girl was waiting, and then began a habitual conversation, a dance of lies in which neither of us answered with the truth; she quickly got ready to sit on me, facing each other so that I could be tempted by that body that I like so much; according to what she told me minutes later, she was a little surprised since despite my age I didn't behave like a sexual maniac trying to rub all the skin within reach; the only thing I can answer her is that deep down I am a serious man and in a public place it's hard for me to It was difficult for me to behave that way, she smiled and gave me a small hug, bringing her body close to my face, we looked at each other again and she asked me another question:

Why did you notice me?

The answer was clear, I told her how her body attracted me but that in that moment her attitude had pleased me quite well, I received another hypocritical hug this time I could overcome a little shyness and bring my hands from her low back to her buttocks; we looked at each other again, but in a slightly uncomfortable way, we continued with the empty conversation, not far apart in age so it was also a conversation that contained a bit of flirting, there was more coquetry between us and an erection becoming increasingly evident below my pants, on her part she smiled more frequently during our conversation, and her beer seemed not to move, since each sip of alcohol we drank came from the ones I had brought to that table.

The flirtations turned into slightly more personal questions about her work schedule and my studies, experiences and words with a bit more meaning; again she mentioned that I was not like other clients, that I had something that few times had seen (I can affirm that those words sounded empty to me at that moment, today I believe a little more in those expressions), on my part I told her she was beautiful, that I did not frequent that type of place often and that I was currently single (a truth and a lie), from time to time she hugged me in an excited way, we shared jokes and anecdotes; I had asked for modesty and passed my hands over her thighs, abdomen, buttocks and breasts, she offered to kiss my chest a little and wiggled that backside on my crotch; we returned to those looks that were no longer uncomfortable, we smiled and hugged, soon I saw the clock and it was approaching 1:30 am, she had some small sips left of her beer and seemed like my time was ending, she came close to me. I heard and asked her to invite another 'cup' because I wanted to keep talking; at that moment I thought about it more than the first time but I finally agreed since that girl had captivated my senses that night. She asked me to accompany her to the bathroom, I waited for a couple of minutes and then asked her to come with me to look for another round of beers at the table where we originally were, so we did and returned to our initial spot; her beer was coming and I thought about the bill, it would be approximately 30 dollars, a high figure for any ordinary weekend. While we resumed our previous conversation she was called to the dressing room as it was approaching her last dance of the night, she looked at me again and asked me to come closer to the dance floor when she got out, since the next dance was hers; more excited than emotional I replied with a smile and a 'of course, but first I want to go smoke a cigar' (as if not!, my excitement was getting the better of me and I just wanted to smile like that for a moment) so I did, I went out to meet my friends who were talking and smoking; the conversation revolved around another companion planning to pay for a girl's company, to which I advised him to be careful not to pay too much for 15 minutes of company, since I had been with a girl for 90 minutes for just one drink; thus ended the conversation and we returned to our spot as the announcement of that girl's name was being made over the loudspeakers. That's how I returned to my friends' table next to the dance floor, seeing her come out of the dressing room and climb up onto the dance floor with a small smile and her gaze fixed on me made me feel like an alpha male in that place, the game of gazes became interesting, I was excited to know that other men were fantasizing about that woman who was dedicating those movements to me, she came closer to me and descended to ask if I enjoyed the dance, after a few minutes and after losing clothing went down from the track and repositioning itself again the bikini was in my search to return to our place; sitting once more in the customary position we had the opportunity to talk about personal topics, confessing that there was certain attraction between us, nothing cheesy just the chemistry between two people and the desire to get to know each other in real life; we exchanged names again, waiting for neither of us to lie (at that moment I doubted it) and also phone numbers, we continued in our dynamic of hugs, glances, and flirting, with some whispers in the ear and insinuations accompanied by caresses and small gestures; she was telling me secrets about the business, pros and cons, profits and losses, and about her family. About half an hour after closing the establishment something happened that went against all my instincts, again something won out over reason and let myself be carried away to kiss her on the lips, it was mutual, we looked at each other and smiled, joking about what had passed, it was undeniable the mutual attraction; we spent the last half hour talking about what we wanted to do outside, whether to watch a movie or go straight to sex that seemed like both of us were asking with our gaze; at the end of the night they turned on the lights in the place and I could observe her body with much greater detail, the alcohol didn't lie, her body was that fetish that I loved, an abdomen that barely hinted that she had been a mother before, still with a sensuality that filled my eyes. She asked me to accompany her to the dressing room, took my hand and we crossed the place, stopped at the door and kissed each other, her companions were passing behind us and catching glimpses of the situation (I'm not sure if this is usual or not, at least it hadn't happened to me in that place), a friend interrupted us briefly to tell me they would wait outside; finally I took her hand and looked into her eyes again, We shared a friendly hug and said our goodbyes, promising to talk later. This was the story of my first encounter with that woman, it's easy to deduce there were more, but how many? What happened between us? How many stories can I share?, are questions I cannot answer until I finish writing; if I consider this account as some advice for someone in a similar situation?, the truth is I don't. If I could advise something, it's that no matter where you meet a woman, she will never stop wanting fantasy, affection and understanding; those women who entertain us with their dances are not merchandise and can teach us a lot about what sacrifice and other stories mean, for my part I bid farewell hoping to continue with these stories if they please.