Holy fuck, there were a lot of girls at work tonight. Even the DJ who's been there for 7 years said it was a record breaking night in terms of pairs of boobs out on the floor. These nights generally suck for me, because let's face it; the more choices afforded to a man, the less likely he is to choose you. All things aside, I did alright.
I had my absolute favorite customer tonight. I wish every guy could follow in his footsteps. He was from South Africa, and had never been in a strip club before. Fuck, the way he reacted to me, I'm not sure he had ever even seen a naked female before. Anyways, he was amazed/terrified of me, and every other girl who danced for him. He definitely liked me the best, though (who doesn't?). He didn't even attempt to touch me, and when I would get close to him, he'd retract. Not in an insulting way, he was just really nervous and overwhelmed. Adorable. Not to mention he looked like that guy from 'Flipping Out' (that show on Bravo), whom I love and want to marry.
I'm not working tomorrow, and I'm incredibly happy about that.
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