Montreal Girl

Wow. Helluva weekend, and it’s not over yet!

As you probably already know (from reading my last post), I’m now in Montreal. I moved as much of my stuff here as I could–anything that could fit in my rented minivan. The rest, I’ve either sold, given to friends, or handed out to charity organizations. (Sadly, I’m still “stuck” with two faeries.) Because of customs issues, I had to sell my tarantula, much to the delight of my two diminutive companions. Even Attitude (yes, ATTITUDE) made a little happy dance (though in her case, it was kinda sexy…)

I’ve moved to an area of Montreal called Verdun, near a nice little waterway called Lachine Canal. It’s very pretty. My new company is paying for 1 month of rent there while I find myself something better (and cheaper!). I arrived yesterday, after a 2-day drive, and unpacked stuff most of the day. Same thing today. Tonight, though, I decided it was time to take a bit of time off and went downtown. I took the subway (it’s called a “metro,” here–must be a French thing) to McGill, apparently a pretty central station, and headed out on the main street, Ste. Catherine. Lots of places for food. I went for something familiar: Five Guys. It’s just a hop away from a place someone told me about, a strip joint called “Super Sexe” (you can guess what that means). So after a quick meal, I headed over to the club and got myself a table. Wow… The girls here are super friendly. Or at least, they act friendly. Thanks to my faerie sight, I could easily “filter out” those that were just looking for clients. Eventually, one named Kathy bounced over (well, some PARTS of her were bouncing, anyway) and started chatting me up in heavily accented English.

You have to understand, I’m kind of jaded when it comes to women. The last year has been… maybe calling a revelation is too strong a word, but just one notch below. I “get” it, now. Once you stop putting pressure on yourself, once you stop trying to please girls, they often fall over themselves trying to please you instead. I don’t know if I can explain it, and I apologize to female readers if this sounds callous, but I guess they’re just attracted to guys who aren’t impressed by them (probably because it comes across as self-confidence). But I digress. Back to Kathy… The moment she sat next to me, I felt *something*, like a combo of butterflies in my stomach and the nervous jitters you get before you speak in public. Oddly, I couldn’t quite read her. That’s not unusual, there are some women I just can’t read (Minx says it’s normal). But with her, I got a little nervous. She had amazing eyes and a shy smile that suggested she was a little uncomfortable showing so much skin (and what lovely skin she has!). We talked for a bit and she suggested we retreat to a more private cabin. I said sure, what could it hurt, right?

Okay, those of you who are familiar with Montreal will make fun of me. Those of you who don’t, you should know that lap dances here allow pretty much full contact (crotch is off-limits and you can’t use your mouth). Pretty much anything goes. And this girl was H*A*W*T, I swear! At $15 a dance, you can’t stay there forever, but for the time I was there, it was fantastic. I promise you, my imagination was going wild. The problem was, because I couldn’t read her, I had no clear idea if she was just acting or really having a good time. The signs were there, though: hot breath near my ear, rubbing her boobs all over my chest, caressing my hair, etc. Damn… And as the songs went on, she turned up the heat. I decided it had to be an act–girls like this were well trained in making guys like me feel like super studs! But as the fifth or sixth song started, she started grinding her crotch against my sofa’s arm, letting out little gasps. She reached inside her panties and… yes, rubbed herself right in front of me. Her hand was hidden from view, but what she was doing was pretty obvious. She rose to a quick climax, which I thought was incredibly hot. The song was over, but she didn’t care and, staring at my crotch (which strained against my jeans), she started going at it again. Two orgasms (and another song) later, she collapsed against me and thanked me for watching her. At least I think that’s what she said. I recognized the words “merci” et “regarder.”

That. Was. HAWT!

I thanked her, paid and tipped her, and got ready to head out. Just as I meant to exit the privacy of our booth, she grabbed me by the neck and kissed me the way only French girls know how. There was some rubbing of her body against mine, too, in a way that said clearly what she wanted. She slipped her hand in my pocket and walked away, waving with a coy smile.

I checked what she left in my pocket. It was a piece of paper that read: Martine, 514-555-7882.

SCORE!

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

9 thoughts on “Montreal Girl

  1. Wow! Score dude! 🙂
    Happy to learn you like your new home! 😉 Welcome to Montreal, indeed!

  2. Looks like you’ve only released comments for public view up to February 28th…

  3. I managed several strip clubs for 17 years. that’s what they do. please please don’t think it was anything at all other than a more direct line to finding out how much your really worth. she will fuck you but for a purpose. im not trying to be mean, im actually trying to help you! good luck in the new place!

  4. iberios is right. The professional girls in this town are very good at what they do, but never forget who you are dealing with.

  5. club fees the girls are charged for just being there are both a nightly thing and a per song thing, so by fucking you out of the club they circumvent those fees and keep all the money for themselves, rather than the club. I don’t mind it since the client has a much longer better experience, and the girls get their bills paid more effectively like rent and power. ofcourse I did mind it when I was a manger! lol

  6. LOL, when they put their hands in my pocket, I always check to see if my wallet was stolen! hahahahaha! hell, even when my babies mommas do that I check to make sure everything is still there! lol

  7. Listen to Iberios, Be very careful my friend, I cannot tell you how many man fell for this and ended up broke faster than you can say thinking they had it made. THey are very good at what they do and will leech whatever they can from you. I dont want to rain on your parade either, BUt you would have better luck going out in clubs and such, the girls are a little more real and you might end up with a much hotter one 😉

  8. Everybody relax – first off, I’m pretty sure that there’s some artistic license in this story. It may not have happened quite this way.

    Second, he’s a guy in a strange city, in a strange country, with no friends yet. Hitting the peeler bars when you’re lonely is a damned good idea unless it becomes an obsession.

    A good traing video on this is the “Karma” episode of “How I met your Mother”. Barney falls for a stripper and tries to build a meaningful relationship, lap dance by lap dance. $3000 later, he’s no further ahead.

  9. A question. Isn’t there some form of Faerie Territory involved here? I mean with Attitude and Minx moving with you, wouldn’t they have entered another Faeries territory? And if they have wouldn’t they need to see of it was OK that they could stay there, or will there be dome Faerie War happening soon?

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