Sometimes I just wonder, what did I do to cause a dancer to disappear like that? There are three or four really hot friendly girls at my local clubs, with whom I've had several nice conversations at the bar-side. But oddly, they just don't seem to want to stick around when I'm offering to pay money to them for their lap-dancing services. One of them goes to the restroom ("be right back, I promise!") for six hours. Another of them gets up to flirt with a different regular customer and then never comes back. A third one asks passing men whether THEY want to get lappers, but never asks me, and even when I ask her, she seems to always have her dance-card booked, with "Oh, I don't have a chance right now, honey, I've got my regular waiting for me." Then there's the "Just a second, I have to go on stage; I'll come right back after my set" who never reappears; the "Will you buy me a drink? Thanks! Bye!" who swigs it in one gulp and runs off to her pal in the corner; the "You didn't just say that, did you?" who can invent an offense in any little joke or aside that I make so that she can have an excuse to depart; the "I can't hear you" contortionist; the "There are no dances tonight" fakery; the "Can I have a dollar for the cigarette machine?" absconder; the "I only sell shots, I don't do dances"; the ...
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