Every single customer I danced for last night was just STRANGE!Usually I'll get one or two weird ones every night, but there must have been a full moon last night. The money sucked ass, but at least I got some entertainment value!
First guy had three nipples. How do I know this? Because he was quite proud of his third nipple, and kept pulling his shirt up and trying to show it to me, and giving me this beaming grin and saying "how do you like [I]this[I]? Ohhhh yeah."
Next guy started moaning about how much he'd love to stick a knife in my pussy.![]()
The guy after that, when I started grinding him, randomly blurts out "yeah baby...do you smell what the Rock is cooking?!" and proceeds to grunt to the beat of the song for the rest of the LD.
Next guy tried to tell me he could read all the girls' minds by how they danced onstage, and was making up all this weird shit about each girl that came onstage.
Would only go for an LD after I'd gone onstage because "I want to get inside your head first; I'm sure it's a very interesting place to be!"
The guy after that apparently had a thing for cats. Now I'm very fond of cats; ask anyone who knows me, I love 'em!But this guy had a real fetish thing going on. I was wearing a black outfit with fishnets at the time, and he gave me $10 to change into a white dress because "it would look more feline and sensual". Kept talking about how he wanted to come back and get a room with me next time, and he'd come prepared with a collar and leash, and have me lap up cocktails out of a bowl. During an LD he asked "can I touch you? I don't mean like touch your boobs; I just want to pet you" and proceeds to scratch behind my ears and pet my hair and murmur "good kitty".
The last guy I danced for asked me where I was from, and then his eyes lit up and he exclaimed "oh wow, I *love* communists! See, I have the key ring!" He then pulls out his keys and sure enough, has a keyring with the hammer and sickle on it. (Note: I am not actually a communist, lol. But it was 1 a.m. and I needed the money, so I wasn't about to burst his bubble.) Then I ask for a dance, and he says "you'll give me the best dance ever, right...for Labour!"
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so yeah...wow.


Usually I'll get one or two weird ones every night, but there must have been a full moon last night. The money sucked ass, but at least I got some entertainment value!
But this guy had a real fetish thing going on. I was wearing a black outfit with fishnets at the time, and he gave me $10 to change into a white dress because "it would look more feline and sensual". Kept talking about how he wanted to come back and get a room with me next time, and he'd come prepared with a collar and leash, and have me lap up cocktails out of a bowl. During an LD he asked "can I touch you? I don't mean like touch your boobs; I just want to pet you" and proceeds to scratch behind my ears and pet my hair and murmur "good kitty".
) Then I ask for a dance, and he says "you'll give me the best dance ever, right...for Labour!"
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LOL! You'd have to make sure they played that "Kitty" song by Presidents.


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