The First Stripper

Now just to clarify I have slept with a few strippers, a few cops and a couple of military guys. It’s probably just the nature of dating in Vegas or my personal preferences. I really like strippers and male strippers are super hot as anyone who watched Magic Mike can vouch for. They are always 9 or 10’s, have hot bodies, love women and have fun, sexy personalities.

He was the first though. I met him in one of the casinos on the way to Thunder from Down Under. A show I was going to see with my bestie for her bachelorette party and we looked good. He got in the elevator with another guy equally ripped and they made small talk. It was awesome just to have this specimen of masculinity talking to me. I expected to see him in the show but didn’t, much to my disappointment. The show though was amazing. Afterward we headed to the bar since the dancers come out to mingle with their fans. Who did I see at the end of the bar but him, Mr. Elevator Guy. It wasn’t very long before I was busting his balls and he moved a little closer intrigued. We talked for a while and my bestie caught the attention of one of the dancers. When she left to the bathroom, things got heavy & I had a real conversation with him. So he was a little fucked up but still super hot. PTSD fucked up and yes he had been drinking as well.

My bestie came back & when she did, she started talking about leaving since she was going to fuck a dancer. My stripper gave me his number and then told my bestie “I’m going to take your girl out to her car and fuck the shit out of her.” It was so hot and unexpected that I immediately got wet. I said “Oh really? I’m her wing woman though so another time”. As we paid our tab he got off his bar stool and kissed me, deeply passionately and completely unexpectedly. My bestie said “Are you sure? I can wait for you.”

I didn’t sleep with him that night though. I waited until two days later and met him after work. Then he did indeed take me to my car and fuck the shit out of me. He was a grower with a cock that went halfway down his thighs. It was deep, amazing and he was a tiny Italian stallion. He was another short guy but had so much confidence, skill and was so built that it was easy to forget.

I went back three times before he blew me off. Once we had company in the car next to us but we didn’t let that stop us and literally set the car rocking. I loved fucking him but he was always cagey about taking it out of the car. It wasn’t until after he flaked out on me that I realized via Instagram that he had, had a girlfriend the whole time. That is why he is in this blog, not only because it’s much easier to keep track of guys I’ve fucked then dated but also because he is one more example of me missing cues. How was I supposed to know he had a girl? He had pursued me after all. Then again I’m sure most women don’t fuck strippers/models in the back of their cars in casino parking lots. That probably makes me a slut but it sure was fun.


The Stats

Where should I start? Probably with the stats:

Sex: Female

Age: 27

Sign: Scorpio

Occupation: The Hospitality Industry and no I’m not a prostitute or a stripper.

Marital Status: Divorced

Children: 2

Residence: Las Vegas, NV, USA

Number of Men I’ve Slept w/: 30

I figured the only way this writing exercise worked is if I’m honest, 100% completely honest even about  the ugly stuff. The stuff no one wants to talk about. The stuff that makes women dislike you and men not respect you. Now don’t get me wrong, men love a slut, to fuck once but that’s it. Men still want to believe that they are special and that they have to work for it. Needless to say the fact that women have sex drives as well is completely and utterly disregarded. Also other women believe on a deep level that if you have multiple one night stands it must be because you are a good lay, have low self esteem or do anal. Either way “Their Men” are at risk if your around. What is much more likely is that what were supposed to be dates become one night stands because of the above mentioned hypocrisy of men. Or maybe I’m just a terrible dater.

Oh and this might be important for the narrative:

Looks: 7, I could be an 8 but my boobs could be better, my hair is short and my stomach looks like a crinkled paper bag after having two kids.