A couple of years ago, a girl I'd gotten a couple of pretty good dances from, and who had quoted outrageous prices for anything more, was standing outside the club in civvies, smoking, about to start her shift. I walked up, stopped to chat, asked her if was working, and she sort of mumbled a "yeah, but I don't really want to," then "How would you like to be my sugar daddy tonight?" Remembering her previous offers, I responded that she was outside my budget, whereupon she asked me how much I had. Being the lying, cheating bastard that I am, I really low-balled it, saying I had 125, more if she had a place to go. She didn't, and countered with, "OK, if you give me a ride home when we're done. I don't have a car tonight." So she climbed into my car, we went to the local no-tell, and had a surprisingly good time. Well, I did. Total conversation time, about 3 minutes.
Of course, when I got back the club afterward, the bartender gave me a smirk and a "Have fun?" comment. Seems she was watching on the parking lot camera as we left. Ah well. Fortunately, she didn't get fired and have to live on the street with her freezing kids...

