So for some reason, and I have NO idea why, *cough* I am often mistaken for a cheap prostitute. It seems that no matter how classy the club may be, I'm often propositioned for sex...the other night, people were laying it on pretty damn thick, be it asking if I would "pull out his dick and play with it" or trying to stick a fuckin finger in my asshole!
So anyway, the moral of this story is collect your money upfront.
No, I did NOT promise sexual favors. I just busted out cheap lines, like "don't ruin the surprise!" and "I can promise you one thing....you'll have a great time!" and proceeded to drain the wallets of helpless douchebags. It's a pretty desperate way to sell dances to guys who are clearly interested in more, but hey, desperate times....sometimes it's hard to survive as a clean dancer. Sometimes we just have to walk away and accept the unsuccessful sale. Other times, we have to lead them around by their pathetic little noses and pocket their cash without sucking dick.........awesome.



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