Yes guys, I finally did it. I got up the guts to go to a local gentleman's club and have a genuine foot fetish experience that I will never forget.
So there I was, watching the gals dance one by one, waiting on a friend that worked there that knew me well enough that I could have a foot fetish session/private dance with her. I didn't see her ever show, but several dancers were coming up to me and flirting with me. There was barely anyone there, so it was great. One particular dancer came up to me; we'll call her K. She a was tall, immaculately tan girl whith curly blonde hair with brown highlights and cute freckles on the bridge of her nose. She asked me "Do you come here often?" I replied, "No this is actually my first time."
K's eyes lit up with an adorable, mischievous inner fire, "Ahh a virgin! I love virgins!"
I smiled sweetly back.
"So are you looking for a good time tonight?" she asked, tossing her hair back.
"Yes, I'm actually waiting on a friend of mine that I thought was going to be here tonight," I replied.
"What's her name?" she asked
"V." I answered.
"Oh I'm so sorry," K. said sadly, "She's not gonna be here tonight. But whatever you were wanting to do with her, you can do with me."
"Well you see," I answered, "I'm looking to have a private dance, they're $20.00 right?"
"Uh-huh," she answered.
"Well sweetheart, I must admit to you," I said, "What I'm going to ask you for is somewhat different than what you're probably used to. I assure you it's nothing dirty..."
"Just tell me, baby," she laid a comforting soft hand on mine, "You don't have to be afraid."
"Okay, here it goes," I just simply spat out, "Are you familiar with guys that have a foot fetish?"
Her eyes lit up again and an adorable smile crossed her face, "Oh I love foot guys! Do you wanna see my toes?"
"Of course," I replied, staying calm as could be on the outside, but on the inside I couldn't believe this was happening.
She flashed her toes in front of my face, which were encased in tall, rather painful looking, clear stripper heels. They were beautifully tan and each painted like a rainbow. I smiled as I thought to my self, "How fitting for the anniversary of the death of metal legend Ronnie James Dio. I bet she has no idea!"
"Beatiful!"I said, "Well, my dear, my mind's pretty much made up now. I'm certainly glad I found you. Let's go back for a private dance, shall we?"
She smiled and said, "Of course." And we went back to a rather intimate room with a couch. As the song was continuing to play before the one song I would have my foot session with her, she sat beside me and asked me what I liked in feet, and what I wanted her to do. I replied that I enjoyed feet with an odor to them, to which in response she took off her shoe, smelled her own foot, and smiled mischievously, nodding. I then said I enjoyed sniffing a girl's feet and having them pinch my nose between their toes, and I also loved to kiss them/lick them.
"Sounds good!" she said. The song started. "Okay, Josh old boy," I told myself in my mind, "You've waited your entire life for this moment! Here we go!"
She took off one of her shoes, put it to my nose, and I inhaled deeply along the toe area. The smell was musty, like an old cave deep in the earth.
"Oh, that is nice!" I replied. Then I began to kiss and lick down the length of her foot. It was so soft and beautiful. Her long, soft, marshmallowy toes slid over my nose and I inhaled. I smelled again the musty smell of earth, leather, and a faint, but still powerful cheesy aroma. I was in heaven. Space and time's rules seemed to no longer apply.
"What was that you wanted me to do with your nose?" she asked sweetly.
"Oh, just pinch it lightly between your toes," I replied in delirious bliss.
She took the big toe of one foot and the big toe of the other foot and pinched it between them.
I laughed and said, "No I meant..." and before I could explain, she instantly did what I wanted, lightly squeezing my nose between her first and second toes. I sniffed away in absolute bliss. The cheesy, earthy moisture between her toes saturating my notrils. She rubbed her feet up and down my face, slowly, sensually, caressing my cheeks with her toes.
"Tell me how much you want me to smell your feet, darling," I breathed.
"Oh baby!" she moaned, "Oh smell my feet baby! Smell them and take it all in! You like the smell of my feet, baby?"
"Oh yes..." I answered, her toes gripping my nose, "I want you to just work over my nose, sweetheart. Just let your toes take control!"
Switching from one foot to the other, she grabbed my nose with her toes, me kissing and licking the ball of her foot at the same time, her shaking my head playfully back and forth by gripping my nose.
Then suddenly, time seemed to collide in on itself and the song was over, she put her shoes back on.
"You wanna go another round?" she smiled.
"I think that will be it for right now, sweetie," I replied, "But thank you for such a wonderful foot worship session."
She said "Your welcome!" and smiled as I kissed her hand.
As I was leaving the booth she said, "I'll be back out in a few minutes."
I said ok, and waited to say goodbye to her before I left.
A couple of girs came by, sat in my lap, and flirted with me as I waited.
After about five minutes, K came back and said "So, what did you think? Was it good for your first time?"
"Oh, absolutely phenomenal!" I smiled.
"You want to go at it again?"
I thought in my mind, "That's another 20 bucks, I better not." I answered, "I think I've had a wonderful experience tonight, and I think it's time to bring it to an end."
With the most adorable puppy dog eyes, she asked me to at least sit and talk with her. I couldn't resist. We talked about all sorts of things, sharing not too intimate details but still we talked about where we were from and what we did and what our interests were.
"I must say," I replied, "You sure know how to dance, and boy do you know what to do with your toes! Haha!"
She smiled and arched one eyebrow, a look that absolutely drives me crazy with women. "I had this boyfriend that had a foot fetish. I absolutely loved it! Sadly, he died in a car wreck."
"Oh that's terrible," I said, my heart genuinely feeling for her, "I'm so sorry!"
"It's ok," she answered, "It was hard to work through at first, but each day gets better now."
"That's wonderful," I answered, and we kept on chatting and I asked her if she was single, to which she replied yes. She then asked if I was sure I didn't want another private dance.
"What's it gonna hurt?" she smiled, "It IS after all, your first time."
My mind calculated a plan, I would let her dance around the pole again, getting her feet sweatier and then I would take her back for another foot session. As she said, it was my first time.
"Alright!" I said, "You're right, what's it gonna hurt? I tell you what, you go and dance one more time around the pole and then I'll take you back."
"Oh thanks so much, Josh," she lit up from ear to ear, "I'll be right back to dance!"
I waited about five minutes, during this time a couple more girls approached me, one of which sat on my lap and gyrated against me, caressing the back of my neck as she was speaking to me. They both asked me if I wanted a private dance, and I politely replied that I promised K. my last one of the evening, which they respected.
K. came back in. I was admiring her superb physique as she went up and down the poles, summersaulting and climbing upside down like a female version of Robin from the Batman comics. Was I falling in love here? I thought of her feet again and how they were inevitably building up sweat in those painful-looking heels, and I just sighed in utter bliss. She finally came back and I said, "Well, a promise is a promise, honey. Let's go!"
I took her hand and led her toward the back, gave her another twenty, and we made ourselves comfortable beside each other until the song started. She gave me a pleasant surprise this time when she sat on top of my legs and playfully, firmly, shoved me with her left foot so I was laying down on the couch under her feet. She began running her feet up and down my face again, playing with my hair.
"Oh baby!" I sighed, "I want you to totally just dominate me this time!"
"She started working my nose in between her toes again, more roughly this time and the earthy, cheesy smell was even stronger and they were very sweaty. I was inhaling in utter bliss and ecstacy. She began rubbing her toes up and down my face and onto my neck, me kissing and licking her toes and feet as they came back up towards my face.
"Darling," I sighed, "Make it so I always remember your toes."
She threw her head back in ecstacy and flexed and rubbed her toes against my face, down my cheeks onto my mouth and onto my nose, pinching it several times. The stink was so intoxicating. She tapped her foot on my face to the beat of the music, which really turned me on, and then, when the song was done and it started going into the next song, she lovingly caressed my face one last time with her foot, as slowly as she could, and gently put her shoes back on, smiling.
"I'll be back out there in a few minutes," she said.
"And I'll be waiting," I smiled.
I waited on here to come back for me to say goodbye to her, this time for the final time, and she sat in my lap, caressed my neck, cuddled up close to me and said, "You know, I just talked to another one of the girls and she agreed to do a two-on-one foot session with you. Just you, me, and her, it's 40 bucks, but wouldn't it be worth it to end your first time with an experience you'll never forget?"
"Oh sweetheart, I really appreciate what you did, but I really must be going."
"Aww..come on. It's just this once. You'll go out with a real bang, I promise you."
"I'm very sorry, honey, I really am."
"Yeah, you're sorry alright," she smiled enticingly, "You don't know how sorry you are because this girl and I had something truly awesome planned for you with our feet. We had planned it out and everything."
"Oh, K!I thank you with all my heart for going through all that trouble just to make my first time special, but you gotta understand, I can't...."
"I understand,"he embraced me reassuringly.
"You have made tonight such a pleasure," I told her, staring deep into her eyes, and kissed her hand once more. "Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Josh," she smiled sweetly. "Have a great night."
"You too," I answered, a bit sad, but comfortable I had made the right choice in not spending any more money.I'll always remember K, my first footgirl.