Early in the evening I do three dances for this really weird guy. He starts telling me stories about his supposed sexual adventures with this girl and her mother. Then he added on to say the father joined in. Well, I needed the cash so I just kept dancing.
After he paid me, I got dressed and as I was walking away he smacked my ass so hard you wouldn't believe it. I was in shock. I went to the dressing room and looked and it was a bright red, welted handprint. It was insane!
I didn't really know what to do so I went out and found him and said, "You owe me money or I'm getting you kicked out." He gave me $20 and I walked away. A little while later more of the girls heard about it and insisted I get the guy thrown out.
The manager actually was very cool about throwing him out. He couldn't exactly deny the fact that I had/have a handprint on my ass.
Other than that it was a good night, the money was great for a Tues. Hell, it was great for any night. But what a fucking weirdo!



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