Had a session recently with a topnotch Asian SP. As we lay chatting afterward, she mentioned she was bored and lonely in Vancouver.
I've an altruistic streak in my personality and suggested, on the spur of the moment, "Why don't you come dancing with me sometime?"
To my surprise, she asked me to punch my number into her phone. Two days later she calls me and asks whether I'm still up to taking her dancing.
"Sure," I say. "I pick you up at 7.30 tonight."
Most micro girls are socially isolated in Canada, so going to a dance in the company of a friendly client is probably a welcome escape for some of them. I don't really mind playing a good Samaritan for a hot Asian MILF—especially if I can practice my Mandarin.
Shortly after 7.30 PM I call to tell her I'm parked outside her place. Minutes later she comes out dressed in jeans and a colorful sweater, wearing barely any makeup.
It's only a short drive to the dancehall. Before we enter the hall, I sneak us into a disabled washroom. After a bit of groping I quickly change into my dance gear while letting her brush blue eye shadow on her eyelids. Makes her look a whole lot sexier to guys like me.
I pay the admission for the two of us. Would have been a classy gesture—and make her seem less like the typical female leech—if she had offered to buy her own ticket. But she doesn't.
As I anticipated, she's unfamiliar with standard dance steps, posture or lead and follow. Initially she's like a wild pony on the dance floor, but full of goodwill to learn. She's catching on amazingly quickly after dancing with me and several other guys.
One guy even asks me, "Where do you find these girls?" People probably don't suspect she's my SP, but even if they do, I don't give a rat's ass.
A few older Western guys show initial interest in her, but soon get discouraged by the language barrier. Learn a bit of Mandarin, fellows!
She eagerly chats with several Chinese dancers present, who clearly make her feel more at ease. And best of all, she's not clingy but smilingly watches me dance with other ladies. There're lots of civvies out dancing tonight.
But unlike civvies, she's far more willing to be lasciviously smoochy with me during a dance. She's just a sex machine, this girl—and her reflexes switch on automatically.
Usually I stay until closing time. But my charming companion, who's tireless in bed, isn't used to dancing and tells me she feels tired. I'm easy and agree to leave 45 min early.
It's the second time in my pooning career that I've taken an SP out socially, off the clock. The first time I did—over a year ago—was a major disappointment. The lady felt badly self-conscious and, probably out of defensiveness, spent most of her time on the phone rather than dancing with me or anyone else.
Compared to the SP I took out last year, this one was a lot more fun. The good times we shared in the dance hall translated into an especially wonderful late-night romp back at her place afterwards—though of course I paid full rate.
If she calls and asks me to take her out again, will I? Probably not.
There'd be too much predictability about doing so; we don't really have enough in common for a "meaningful" date; and even this time taking an SP to a dancehall full of civvies seemed a little like carrying snow to the North Pole.
