Kilt Boy

A girlfriend was over and we were taking a well-earned break. She looked over at the phone on the bedside table and got upset with me. She wanted to know why her name was in my speed dial library at position FIVE! I told her that it was right in the middle of the phone pad, like she was in my life. ... Begin round 2. After that, I got a smaller handset phone that faced down when not in use. Thank god she didn't ask about positions 1-4.

Easing into it is usually best. Test the limits. Where, how hard, how often, all play a part. Spanking goes beyond just the butt. Slapping, more accurately. The backs of the thighs are good targets for light slapping to increase sensitivity. The breasts can accept a little light slap play. I try to stay away from the face. I ask first, if I'm interested. I have very strong hands and good reflexes, so I can get a good hard slap in with very little distance. It can be surprising if you aren't used to it. I was in a SC last month and a woman kept asking me to go a little harder. I don't usually go beyond a certain force, but she asked for it. We had to stop for a while after the 4th slap. I have to admit that she was a bit more amorous after it though. The other thing I find is that it works both ways. My fingers get more sensitive after a good hard slap.

Oh ... how can I stay mad at you when you say things like that? I saw notices on the mirror in the bathroom when I was last in, but didn't make note of the date. It's either the 21st or the 23rd. Probably the 23rd, but I'll have to check. That gives you a week to prepare and hide a few dollars away for a good time.

When is the Christmas party? I want to go.

I get that too. Especially after they find out that I am a wood, stone, and metal worker as a hobby. It must be the 30+ years of massage oils soaked into my skin.

Not sure about this one, I was once told that my pubic hair was the softest that she'd ever felt. I didn't ask for the value associated with that sample of population.

The Ref, with Dennis Leary, Judy Davis, and Kevin Spacey. I used to get together with an old girlfriend and her father every year and watch Casablanca. Not really a Christmas movie, just a memorable movie moment around the holidays.

Really, that's about all I can say. See if they are interested, give them the paper to read on their own. Carry on. NB: some club owners may not take kindly to anyone pushing anything in their club. Just be careful. Remember, this is supposed to help everyone in the long run.

I've picked up on a few things while discussing this with some dancers. Not everyone is going to be receptive to this. Some girls are perfectly happy with how things are going for them. So, before you get going on a full-blooded discussion on the subject, try to put out some exploratory questions about whether they feel they could be doing any better than with the guys who just happen to walk into the club at any given time. Don't try to go over everything that is in the documentation. If they're interested, give them the pamphlet and they can read it at a later time. Don't be pushy. Don't act like you're giving them the word of god. "Have you heard the good word?" Make a particular point of mentioning that there is no cost to them aside from a small amount of their time. You need to seem genuinely helpful, and not like a creepy salesman.

Today was public relations day. Both Bridgette and Adara have Lyla accounts and wanted to discuss things with me. Yeah. That sounds TOTALLY believable. It is, though.

Just don't try to go all the way over the top.

I read that this morning, which is what twigged the memory.

Brooklyn. Also fun. Look for her.

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You're right pagypie. Aaliyah is pretty amazing. The club darkened up a bit in the afternoon with Ashley and July. Money makers. Good god.

The Maverick stage show is amazing, as always!!

I can't think of an instance lately where I've heard anyone complain about the girls or the safety at Barb's. In fact, last week I had taken a young lovely into the back, had a good time, and couldn't find my wallet or phone afterwards. They were still where I had left them, unmolested in the Erection Section by the pole. My beautiful friend Chrissy had kept an eye on them after I left and she noticed them there. I don't think I'd feel that secure in a bank. Plus, much better service.

After a brief discussion with the mod, I'm going to add a disclaimer as well, noting that this is not affiliated with the site officially. They think it's a good idea, though. I'm certainly not a professional business promoter or a dancer manager/wrangler and it's best to push that out with the rest.

Thanks, Bridgette. That's the kind of input I'm looking for. I mean, those are just suggestions that a few of us came up with. They may not be the best, and they may not even work. However, it's a starting point if you step back and take a look at what it is that you're trying to accomplish. Business cards seemed a logical next step when internet addresses became part of the information equation. One of the ideas was that of security through PM, so you wouldn't have to give out your phone number. Remember that these were thought up by a group of old men who cut their internet teeth on bulletin boards, long before the age of texting and freely accessible information. Trying to get young(er) girls hip to these ideas is difficult. Sometimes security doesn't come with a shortcut.

Vertical smile has always been my favourite.

Nice. This is a word that has taken on a special significance for me. I've heard it a lot during the initial moments of intercourse. I've noticed it especially because of the change in pitch when they get to that one specific word. "Oh, wooooow. That's (voice drops) niiiiiiiice." Happened many times. "That is some nice (intimate male noun) you got there." All the damn time. Always with the word 'nice'. I've taken it to mean that I've had an effect on the females of our species AS A WHOLE. That's just my opinion. I haven't met them all. Yet.

So I stopped in last night for a couple of quick beers ... and Stacey sat down with me. We chatted for a while. It seems that she HAS danced for/on me before. It was quite a while ago, but I'll be damned because she even remembered the booth we were in. To quote the movie Slapshot: "Naw, dat no good. You go to de box for two minute. You feel shame." I love watching for that second when a girl drops her guard and just starts being herself. Maybe I can get past the pretty, young, flawless exterior and spend time with the interesting person underneath. Anyway, she may join us here, online. I look forward to her point of view in some of the topics in the Dancers and Devotees social group.

After speaking to a few ladies about this over the last little while, I'm going to add punching and spitting to my list of unacceptable behaviours.

Is that where she went? Yeah, I don't blame you. Edit: Sorry. Different girl from the one I had in mind.