As one of the bouncers put it, I "raped a Mexican" last night. This group came in at the end of a slow night, and they really liked me. They were tipping me well onstage, a couple of them got a dance or two, and they were having a pretty good time. So this one agrees to get a dance and we go off to the VIP.
I was in a good, sexy mood and I really turned it on. This guy was blown away. He was moaning, gasping, squirming, getting really into it. As each song ended, I'd breathe in his ear, "Uno mas?" And he would gasp, "Si! Si!" We kept on going and going, and I can see his friends through the window looking back and laughing. Finally they sent another dancer, who speaks Spanish, in to stop us.
She came in and stopped me, explaining, "This guy's never been to a strip club before! He doesn't know he's being charged for every dance!" She explained as much to the guy in Spanish, and his eyes went wide. He asked how much he owed. "$280," I replied. She translated. He went white, asked her to repeat it, and she did, explaining that it was fourteen dances at $20 each. Resigned, he dug in his wallet and pulled out three hundreds, and handed them over. I smiled and said gracias, and asked the other dancer to ask him how much change he wanted back, or if he wanted any. She was horrified. "He just spent $280!" she exclaimed. "I'm not going to ask him for a tip!"
Hmph. I would have. Darn newbies. I gave him his $20 change and flounced off wishing I spoke better Spanish. He had a few more hundreds in there, probably his pay for the week... if she hadn't come in and stopped us, I might've had all of it!
Hey, it ain't my fault he didn't learn the rules first!



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