Not only sweatpants, but sweatpants with two holes right on the crotch. And no underwear. During the 3rd dance, after he started getting excited and I started sweetly telling him that he needed to be sure his dick didn't poke out of his pants, he offered to pay me twice as much to let him leave it out. "$60 or $120, you decide," he says. Riiight. Apparently, he gets 5 or more dances with the girls who can stomach that offer, and he really does pay double. Kudos to those ladies for their strong stomachs. As it was, I was in the back room borrowing rubbing alcohol and paper towels for the minimal contact he had with me. And I was careful not to get touched. What I find odd is that this is normally a very clean and low-to-no contact club, and yet somehow this guy has obviously been in and up to this trick before and gotten away with it. Well, that isn't the only thing odd, but yeah.
Between that and the McDonald's money I've been making at this place, I'm going club shopping farther west into the city on Thursday night. I liked this place; it had atmosphere. But atmosphere < money.



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"I Can Sell Raid To A Bug. i'm A Hustler I Can Sell Salt To A Slug" -Cassidy 
This is THE. BEST. THING. EVAR! I am now going to work to play particle man, simply so I can sing "boner man". Lol
I believe you Dottie and you have my support

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