Isabel was a pretty little thing. We'd bumped into each other on occasion through our social circles. I knew a few of the girls she worked with but our relationship really started to blossom when she and a coworkers moved in below me and my girlfriend.

All three of them being drunks bonded instantaneously over a bottle of wine. Soon forming our own little social clique with regular parties. More than once I'd come home to all three of them drunk-cuddling in our bed by four in the afternoon. Even after me and my girl split and Isabel moved into a different place, we stayed in touch. Isabel while not actually being my friend, was treated just like that. We'd call each other up, Hey let's go hit up this bar. or Got your ass a ticket bitch, you're coming with me to this event. While with my girlfriend, I would have loved it; I had zero desire to fuck Isabel now.

I'd dealt with enough strippers beforehand to understand their pussy isn't worth the drama. Before we dive into why, you have to understand Isabel saw me getting laid by girls less attractive than her. We would flirt. She would grind on me at shows. We would sit on each others laps. I did everything I normally do but escalate further into kissing. Choosing not to fuck her, drove her mad. Think about it; what do women exotic dancers wield over men? Their sexuality.

She had men fawning all over her, every place we went. I'd use her ass as my plus one when shooting photography. People always assumed we were an item. When women found out, you could see the gears start spinning. When men found out we weren't together, the inevitable question always came; Care if I take a swing?

Yahh go for it.

Loving to watch her work her magic. She use to shoot me these devilishly cunning smiles that let me understand how boring, toying with the average man was for her. She had the type of beauty where flights were booked for her into LA, Miami, Portland, Dallas too do her thing. Eventually moving to Vegas for a fairly successful career. Guy's couldn't figure out: why wasn't I fucking her.

It's quite simple really. She brought value far beyond her pussy into my life and I knew damn well if we fucked, it'd be a few fun weeks, maybe a couple of months before she'd get sick of my dick. Adding my name to her list of conquered men. Instead we had a great five year relationship where she got me laid more than any male wingman I've ever had.

The social proof from having beautiful women next to your side, who other women can clearly tell are trying to fuck was worth her 114b, 5ft4 ass in gold. Very few things in life make you as attractive as having good looking women around who are pulsating sexual energy. Even guys view that as an attractive trait in other men. Beautiful people attract other high value SMV individuals. Thankfully men's SMV isn't based solely on looks.

She never hung out with ugly bitches. Though most of her friends practiced the trade, I had them tag along too. Packing the Tahoe and showing up to an event with a handful of fine women and another guy or two was a sure fire way to make an impression. Using her and a couple of her girlfriends to jump start parties was my go to back on campus.

The girls made other women feel comfortable in their desire to be around us. It stops their hamster from ever looking at us as strangers because the girls around us already quantified we were safe/friendly. Worthy of their choosing. She'd feed me women. Telling them, Come on, you have to meet my friend Dom. Then introduce them to me, Dom, this is my girl Stacy we were just dancing together. Join us. Taking their hands, they'd lead me to the dance floor. All three of us dancing until Isabel silently slipped away.

Our relationship started to fade when she moved away from dancing into marriage scams. She got one of her clients to "convince" her to stop stripping by paying off her lease for a year and leasing her a car in his name. She started serving. Then the engagement came. Before the weeding her soon to be husband bought a Porsche in her name. Shortly after she got cold feet but hey;

Your girl got to keep the car.

Which she quickly sold.

The relationship ended with me butt hurt shortly after wedding number three was called off. Just weeks before she was meant to say I do. Her sister Nikita was in town to help. One of my close associates was over at her place along with some of her friends and few guys I loosely knew. Nikita and I hit it off the instant I arrived; knowing far more about me than I did her. Towards the end of the night, she was sitting on my lap, doing that lovely little thing women do where they whisper into your ear while licking it. In front of everybody:

Nikita! I thought you only fucked black guys.

Ohh that's right. Shot out of her mouth cold as ice, while hopping off my lap. Ending everything we had going at the drop of a hat. Isabel and I talked about it before I left.

You're not fucking my little sister before fucking me!

We could have had a threesome.

No.

That was that last time I saw Isabel. Shortly after she left for Vegas. I've talked to her twice since then. She's doing alright. I bailed on her offer to come out to see her last New Years. Just not into that party lifestyle anymore.