I'm at a super high milage club right now and guys are used to getting whatever they want. And after a lot of battles with grabby, pushy ass holes, I've started stating my rules before I start to dance. Some foriegn dude asks me for a dance. And I said okay, and go up to the couches.
Me, "Ever been here before?"
Him, "Yes."
Me, "Okay, well my rules are you gotta keep your pants on (it's VERY common for guys to just unzip them as they sit down) and you can't touch me untill song 3, and absolutely no petting the kitty, k?"
Him, "I do not like your rules."
So I smile, and cock my head to the side and go, "You don't?"
Him, "No!"
Me, still smiling, "Then get the fuck off my couch!"
Dirty bastard left the couch and the club with a look of terror on his face![]()



) and you can't touch me untill song 3, and absolutely no petting the kitty, k?"
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