Lost Girlfriend Part 2

I was in a pretty pissed off mood for a few days,
having just lost my latest hot Tg girlfriend, Kelli to Alesha, a well hung
black Tg, and decided to go to my favorite exotic dancers club. I recently
had some interesting adventures with several of the dancers, I wrote that up
in a 2 part short story posted to some sex story newsgroups recently, but
with the poor response, figured no one was interested in exotic dancers with
dominant streaks. Anyway, one of the girls at the club, Vanessa, a tall
ebony beauty, I had recently seen in action and was amazed to find out she
was a transgender woman, had given me good advice before.

The club was dim, with several oddly colored lights flashing and garish
neon, black light images assaulted my eyes. I always had the feeling I was
entering a cave when I first walked in, probably the lack of any windows, and
musty smoke, sweat and stale loud perfume odors. A small gaggle of regulars
sat at the bar nursing drinks, never tipping or getting any dances I always
thought that they could go to a regular bar for all the girls meant to them.
Maybe this club once was a regular bar years ago and these were the original
barflies who refused to leave, no matter what changes occurred. A scattering
of "clients" filled the cheap seats on the floor and the VIP section was
empty as it usually seemed to be most of the time I was visiting. I ordered
my usual diet soda (preferring to keep my wits about me here, and having
determined that after eight years of college I had drunk plenty of alcohol)
and sat back to see what was up.

While asking the waitress about Vanessa, I was disappointed to learn she was
on vacation for several weeks,and my regular favorites were all off that
night. I saw several new dancers, a average looking blonde, a saucy red
haired babe, and a shy looking oriental girl. The last one interested me as
she seemed pretty new to dancing and obviously had alot of natural grace and
ability. She was wearing a pretty subdued outfit for this club which was
good by me, it leaves more to the imagination. My imagination has been more
than slightly overactive, so I tended to be more interested the woman who
wear layers of clothes as long as you can still tell approximately what kind
of shape they are in and get the occasional tantalizing glimpse of a sexy
curve.