Mar 262012
 

In my early lap dance days, I frequented the VIP Club.  It was, as I’ve written, “classier” than the Harmony Theater, the women, more made up, better dressed.  They also, alas, had more silicone and were less prone to rub my cock.  (If you’re new to my blog, make sure you read these before you read this.)  It was at the VIP Club (still open, by the way) that I first paid for a blowjob.

But one woman there was unique.  She was tall – taller than I usually am attracted to.  And blonder, too.  But her main appeal to me was that she would grab my cock.  Hard.  She’d squeeze it, pull it, rub it.  She seemed either to have paid off the goons paid to make sure no one had too much fun or to be skilled at avoiding their patrolling eyes.  Or both.

Whenever I walked into the VIP Club, my eyes would comb the floor for her.

One day, my cock in her hand (through my suit trousers), she looked up at me:  “I bet you’d really like a blowjob.”

I don’t imagine I spoke in return.  I expect I nodded, slightly.  Maybe I asked a question, like, “How much?”

Somehow, the logistical information was delivered to me, I assented, and she led me upstairs.  We got to a private room, with a gigantic, muscular guy at the door.  “You pay him,” she said.  I was scared and excited, both.

I handed him a wad of twenties, and he opened the door, and pushed me in.  “Five minutes,” he said, quietly.  I had the sense this was not exactly a sanctioned use of the private room.

The woman who’d walked me up, whose mouth I was imagining would momentarily be wrapped around my cock, was gone.  I was in the room with a dark-haired woman on her knees.  I hadn’t seen her in the club before:  I don’t think she was a dancer in there.  Before I knew what was happening, she had my cock out, and in her mouth.

Now my stamina, my control, are such that normally, a blowjob for me can be quite a lengthy affair.  But this woman’s technique was, truly, a thing of wonder.  I wouldn’t characterize it exactly as pleasant:  all I can say is that, as my leg jumps when my doctor hits my knee with a rubber mallet, so I came moments after she applied her (should-be-patented) combination of suction, torque, pressure, and friction.

I emerged from the room, a bit dazed, only moments after having gone in.  I was confused:  I’d just paid for my first ever commercial blowjob, I’d been baited and switched, and now, I was standing in the relatively exposed open area of the club’s balcony, no longer hard, ready to leave.

I left the club, my eyes squinting in the bright afternoon sun.

  4 Responses to “Blowjob in a dark room”

  1. […] years after the blowjob I wrote about here, I paid for my second first blowjob.  This one was radically different from the first in every […]

  2. I want to learn how to do blow jobs that good. I love that it left you dazed. 

    • I wouldn’t exactly say it was “good.” Rather, just “efficient.” For good? That takes time…. (And btw, I just wrote a comment on your blog about how I like them, about what’s good for me….)

    • I wouldn’t exactly say it was “good.” Rather, just “efficient.” For good? That takes time…. (And btw, I just wrote a comment on your blog about how I like them, about what’s good for me….)

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