Booth Fantasies

I'm not sure if its due to the recent slowing in Private Pleasures traffic in the last few days, my constant interaction with some hot and sexy people, or just the dream malaise that sometimes occurs under the red and amber blinking lights, but I've been having some pretty intense fantasies about my place of business.

I imagine a hot straight couple coming in for the first time. The woman, smiling sheepishly, tells me she secretly fantasizes about women but doesn't know how to meet them or what to do with them even if she did. Somehow the glass disappears and I give direction as her man sucks and fucks until I tell him its my turn to have my way with her...

I imagine my lover (gah I hate that word!) coming in for a visit, staring at me through the glass cock in hand while I tease him to frustration, which after an elaborate power exchange and some punishment for my naughty behavior I'm left to sit in cum soaked panties for my next real customer...

I imagine watching my boyfriend in a corner booth of the live show with a trans lover, making a show of screwing all hot and sweaty for us girls on stage, who can't help but pant and moan...

I imagine a fellow Lusty Lady crush finally addressing my pining, initiating some surprise girl-on-girl action in the break room, which all of our customers (hearing the ridiculously loud squeals) mistake as someone's really lame porn...

Small Thoughts on Balance

Boyfriend and I are finally getting into the groove of things in our and our external relationships. Rules are being scrutinized and renegotiated, most of them being tossed aside as being unnecessary or as stemming from haphazard feelings. Which is not to say that we are going to be going about our independent business willy-nilly, but that we are learning more and more communication and honesty are key, as opposed to the many mundane obstacles we started with.

Though our experiences had been unbalanced for months, with myself developing a relationship with another man while Boyfriend has been without momentum, the scales seem to be evening. Gaining some extra doses of confidence, Boyfriend has been going on some dates of his own, lessening fears and jealousy that espoused from feeling left out. And I couldn't be happier. This sounds strange to my "normal" friends, but I love the man and, quite frankly, I know others will as well and both he and they shouldn't be denied.

While I know that this shift is new and still going to be ever-changing I am thankful for its presence now.

Chit-Chat

Oh gosh I love the customers that just come in to the Lusty to talk. While they are few and far between our Private Pleasures sessions can be so educational and mutually theraputic.

In one of my most recent encounters our faithful patron, who out of kindness I will not name, paid me the price of a show and tipped me generously before starting our chat. Due to the rareness, the onset of such interactions can be a bit awkward with myself usually undressing before the patron has declared a different motive for his visit, but generally the vulnerability of honesty and openness from the customer balance the obvious vulnerability of nakedness on my part. In this case our conversation only lasted a few minutes the topics ranging from residency history (his, not mine), tattoo symbolism, to Lusty Lady history I hadn't known. While I would have kept the meter running for such valuable company, he quickly thanked me for my time and wished me the best of luck as soon as the first buzzer went off.

Other chit-chatty customers like the attention focused more on themselves, which for a work-a-holic stripper can be quite the relief at times. I've heard the woes of men who have just gotten dumped and divorced, the happy announcements of engagements and marriage, and anecdotes of all shapes and sizes brought back from the office, vacation, sexual expeditions, and practically any other category of story one can imagine. I've seen frustration, glee, confusion, melancholy, and illumination on more faces than I can count and been empathetic to them all.

While sometimes the conversations can turn a bit heavy, I generally get some sort of pressure relieved off my shoulders in the process as well. These people aren't looking for a hot body to fetishize or eroticize they are looking for an open ear and, for whatever reason, can't find it anywhere else in the "real" world. They come to us, strippers and masturbators, not to gawk or get off but to relate to another human being. Being what I am I often have a hard time relating to others back in my clothes and far away from the glass it is awfully nice to have someone from the outside choose to connect me in such a basic human way.

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