Summary: Could have banged a stripper but didn't due to bad logistics.

I'm an actor who does local indie films. I was on a shoot on Saturday and one of the actresses who was on set that day is an exotic dancer on the side. A 25 year old brunette hot babe 9. She didn't tell any of the other people on set this except me, and told me to keep it quiet. She doesn't want it to define her or typecast her as the stripper.

I found out when she was giving me a ride home in her car. A nice car, and she had been very vague about her 'real job' the whole day. However she had mentioned doing acrobatic stuff, and even showed a video of her doing it. I thought, 'wow this girl would make a good stripper'.

So I put the pieces together and asked her in private, when she was driving me home, if she was an exotic dancer, to which she admitted she was but not to tell any of the others. I agreed and she smelled weed and asked if I had any.

Usually I do, but I had just ran out before the shoot that day, and I felt stupid as fuck because weed would have loosened her up and brought down any sort of shield she may have had (she's a 9). I told her I might have some at my house so we agreed that I'd look in my drawer to see while she uses my bathroom.

Before getting to my house she asked me about my life and stuff and I told her about my foster care past, almost going to juvie in my teens, being kicked out of my house, doing drugs, my father who was in jail who I only met once, etc.

This seemed to maker her more attracted to me as she said she called me a "bad boy", thinking I was also a "pretty boy" and told me to "stay out of trouble". "You're such a bad boy aren't you...;-)" she says with a smirk.

So finally we're at my house and she's in the bathroom, I scramble to find weed but alas there is none, and weed would have been the best excuse to have her hang with me for a while. She's standing in my fucking room and I stupidly tell her to go back to her car so we can smoke some resin I scraped. We're in her car and she doesn't even want any resin, because she'd have preferred fresh green bowl. I ask if she wants to wait an hour an a half for my room mate to get back so we can smoke some actual weed, perhaps we can "watch a movie" while waiting to which she suggests it's late and she should get home.

The main issues with my logistics are the fact that I share a room with 2 people, and I still need to move out and get my own place.

I could also say lack of money, as I'd have more weed if I had more money.

I'd also have been not fapping for longer, so maybe my dick would have forced me to make a move anyway (even risking someone walking in on us).

Point of story? I had a FUCKING STRIPPER in my room, who was giving me the "thousand cock stare" and I DID NOTHING. I might as well castrate myself.

But I learned from it, and hopefully others will find something of use from this story to make sure it doesn't happen to them...theres nothing in the world like faulty logistics cock blocking yourself.

The Lesson: Logistics are important.