Casually Compromised - Book 1

Semantically Speaking

Out of moves he was no longer of interest to me. The key to people watching is to make sure you're watching people, not just one person. You need to take in the total dynamic.

My eyes lingered on. Ahhh yes I thought to self, the trio. Three wise men entered the club interior. They came to the back, near my castle of observation.

They had their long neck bottles and jeering faces, while I my had my third kamizkaie. My own neurotransmitters we're in high gear and I wanted to ensure the effect so I started to lay down a supplemental basis of support- you know, bourbon, vodka, hello there long legs.

I was beginning to trip into my fantasy. Observation had its benefits. Sure I was taking in the club, but club was about to take me.

The trio were happy, their energy would soon draw attention.

Eye contact is deadly in this environment.

As a horny man you'll look at everyone dead in the eye, and girls would look for it. Locking in that glance and somehow the club would know it too, the music would sync perfectly, lights moving slower, and that girl you glanced at an hour ago was coming for you.

You'd be wrong to think she was coming to see you. In reality she was coming for your homage, your bounty, your payment- that was what I would tell myself early on until I got to know them.

Tho perhaps I do enjoy the act of getting played, it felt nice. Feeling, anything.. thats nice.

Make no mistake the game is cash, however there's always a story weaved in-between.

What would take mere seconds to reach you would feel like minutes, especially if you kept the gaze and did your little flirty mental projection game as she drew near. You'd trace her body in your mind, thinking about what it'd be like.

This was fine if you wanted the girl, but sometimes ya didn't, it was too early or your oxytocin hadn't spun up yet, or ya had limited cash and you really just wanted to watch for awhile before hitting the ATM and paying some obscene transactional fee.

Overtime I would attempt to master the art of "oh yeah look at that thing in the ceiling" or this carpet is amazing and the coveted I need to check my phone.

These gestures would allow me to avoid eye contact at all costs. Looking straight ahead was not an option unless you were game for the action pending. Perhaps I was especially sensitive to creating connections.

...

The trio laughed attracting attention.

They were young hispanic asian guys, short, really short. But everyone's short to me my subconscious noted.

The girls took notice and began analyzing the trio.

What were they thinking I wondered and then recalled a memory of past conversations with these incredible women..

A memory opens...

"How do you pick your target?" I said. This was my life now, interviewing strippers. Not bad.

"I look for a put together man, approachable, no young boys they never have money."

The stripper said looking around the room taking a swig from her beer. I had no intention of getting a dance from her and she knew it. She was content for that notion at the moment, present with me and not alone or in the Chair of Misery.

"What's put together look like?"

I prodded not that I needed to but because he was addicted to conversation. New data. I got off on conversation.

"I dunno, like a nice watch, or clean looking, you can just tell."

She was scanning the room looking for her next target. She had heard this conversation a dozen times before. No question I could ask would likely be new to her.

She was anxious and bored out of her mind.

I knew that feeling. Being in some over stimulated environment yet bored off your ass. Get into technology baby, its a field day of ooohhhs, ahhhhs and the what the fuck am I doing here like moments.

There it was for a second, the restless boredom knocking at the door in my mind.

...a memory closes..

Returning to the trio, my memory faded as they fumbled with their chairs getting the right view, insuring optimal conversation and viewing pleasure.

Often folks play the game of perfect chair positioning. You need a good vantage point- its all about the action.

Where do you sit? In a booth, by the stage aka ringside as I'd call it, a few rows back, or in the far back where you can watch the game. I never understood that really. Who watches a ball game at a strip club anyways? The real game was the center stage and women that battled upon it.

I had a good vantage point, witnessing it all.