I was at a strip club earlier this year, and got chatting with a dancer that was totally my type. When I mentioned the name of the small company I run, she said she knew the name. At first I thought she was just buttering me up, but as we spoke, I realized she really knew what I was talking about. She was certain she knew someone who worked with me. I named a few names, but nothing rang a bell. I go for a dance with her, and she mentioned a creative project she was once involved with - which I had totally heard of, because a friend had participated in the same thing. A friend who I worked with, ding ding ding! She's a mutual friend - when that clicked, she then remembered how knew about my thing - turns out we've been to the same parties. The dance was awesome, by the way.
The very next day, a total coincidence: she shows up in my Facebook feed. She's friends with like 30-40 people I know. So the next time I go in, I disclose this to her, feeling it's only fair that she knows how much I know of her. Anyways, the following conversation was riveting. We have tons in common, including similar tastes in film, sci fi and in other women. I'm not sure if I want to go for another dance with her, now that I know who she is. But after we say the obvious out loud: we promise not out each other. Specifically, she knows of my fetish for fake boobs - which is not something I share with anyone in the real world. She understands, and says exactly what I need to hear: that she respects kinks and never judges and would never shame. I am way more relaxed. So, I propose we go for some more dances. Some how, this time it's even hotter than last time. Because this time, it felt like I was "doing something wrong". Like, I'm making out with a co-worker (we work in the same field). Anyways, we haven't seen each other in the real world since. But I've gone for more dances, and they remain being amazing. And she continues to embellish my kink. She already has big and amazing fake boobs, but she keeps saying she wants to go bigger - a lot bigger. I don't know if she's telling me the truth or not, but I don't care. It's fucking hot and so I choose to believe her.
Man... I think I need to go to the SC soon.