I went in today with the residual cash from Sunday in my pocket (
https://eccie.net/showthread.php?p=1...post1060763535). As I'm paying the waitress for my Diet Coke, I feel some nails rubbing my back. I turn around, and it's H****.
She sits down, and we start talking. She's in a chair facing me, and I spread my legs so that her lovely, fishnet-clad gams fit into the gap. She mentions dances and how maybe I should get at least two this time. I still desperately want to fuck this petite hottie, or at least get a blowjob. But the big head is exercising some restraint based on the last time, and it also notices that she's rubbing my upper thigh and knee, but nothing more, and that she's not even hinting at having any more fun than I would get in a standard dance. Still, I'm persuadable, and I let her know that I could be persuaded.
She departs to check with the DJ about when she'll be called to the stage. After several minutes, I get a text from the friend who's nailed her a few times, telling me that he's in the club. I ask where. No response. After a few more minutes, I notice no more H****. I check my phone again, and he's answered. "I'm in the cabana with H****."
Twenty minutes or so later, he emerges, looking like he'd run to the club from Meacham Field. I don't have to ask. I'm so jealous, and so bummed.
Then the wound got some salt rubbed into it, as H**** came up, plopped down in his lap, and they laughed and chatted for a bit more, at one point joking with me about who'd had the most fun in the cabana.
I was hoping to find solace in A*****'s mouth again, but she got called to the stage before arrangements could be made, and all I got was a nice shoulder rub and a couple of squeezes.
I did briefly meet a lovely brunette named Carmen and told her she's now on my list of future ex-wives. But she was onstage, and I had to leave.
Encounter: Bucks Fort Worth/H****/Maybe
