lesbehonest.

Let me start off by saying that I love dancing for gay women. They never try to touch your hoo-ha, and they aren't aggressive. For the most part, they are gentle with you, full of sweet compliments and aren't drunken slobs. I truly get happy to dance for them. I feel that I can connect with women, touch their skin in just the right way & breath on their neck ever so softly that I can almost feel them get hot. Maybe it is because I have been with other women sexually in the past, or because I just know what I like, but I get quite a bit of lesbians that stay as loyal customers to me and keep coming back. 

With that said, it makes it that much harder when they ask me for my number. Naturally, I have a separate work number to text only good paying customers when I'm at work and it gets slow. 

I had given this girl a dance last week and she came in again last night. I don't remember her name, but she is a heavier set Hispanic girl, maybe around 30, with long hair and a very pretty face. I didn't see her at first, but as I was talking to one of our security guards, she approached me with a huge smile. 

"Are you available for a dance beautiful?" 

I took her hand and we went for a few dances. With that real thick chola accent she has, she explained that she had just gotten off work and was there with a few coworkers, but she really had wanted to come back because she loved how I danced with her. 

Uh oh. 

I already knew where this was going. I didn't want to give my number because I know I will never go out with her, but she was so nice (and spends at least a bill on me) that I figured what the hell. Sure. By the end of the night, she had my work number in her phone, as I was right on my prediction, and I left her with a kiss on the cheek. 

Now, I just have to keep her coming in until she gets annoyed with the fact that I will always be too busy to meet up with her and she stops spending money. Per usual with customers that you give your number to. 

As we are talking about same gender on gender interactions, I witnessed a drunk customer reach out and touch our floorwalker's balls. 

Have I officially seen it all?