Pussy of the century

I didn't do as well tonight as I had hoped. I topped out at $600 and change, which makes my 3-day weekly total a measly 1346, instead of 1500. Oh well, I'll try harder next week. I guess I made my living room this week, so when I put it in perspective it's not so bad.

I did two 30 minute VIPs, which went pretty well. Joe, who spent $570 on me in VIP last week only coughed up $200 this week. Joe respects my boundaries, even though he complains that I'm stingy, which basically means I'm not a whore. He did start to mention taking me out to dinner, which scares me. If he continues I might have to put him out to pasture, so to speak.

My second VIP customer was this crazy drunk Cuban. He must have asked me to perform every illegal act in VIP I could think of. Now, technically the rules in VIP are the same as the rules on the floor, which means no contact whatsoever, but that's just not realistic. What goes on is pretty much up to the discretion of the girl. Here's a list of questions Mr. Cuba must have memorized before heading to VIP.

1) Can I kiss you on the mouth with tongue.
-Absolutely not. That's unsanitary, and frankly just gross.

2) Can I lick your nipples.
-Let's just say I said yes to this. If a girl in VIP allows you to lick her, she's also allowed every other guy she's been in VIP with to do so as well. So, you're not only getting the delicious taste of sweat covered stripper skin, you're getting Bob's, John's, and Mark's dried saliva as well. Yum. Next question.

3) Can I finger/lick your pussy.
-Dude, it's $150. Get real.

4) Can I jack off/will you jack me off.
-Sure (to #1), in the comfort of your own fucking home. You can even think of me when you do it, just don't come back Monday and tell me about it.

Now there are some more, but I'll save those for later.

Before Mr. Cuba left, he also dropped the golden line "You have the pussy of the century."

What a charmer.