For those of you who prefer nice stories, do not continue reading.
A customer came into the club with a brown grocery bag and wanted me to see the 'gift' he had for me. It had a strange presentation (no Victoria's secret bag) so I asked him what it was. He said, "It's bullwhip, I got it for you to use on me."
Ehh gad! This was a new customer, kind of permissive but polite. I thought that we were going to have a nice dancer/customer relationship, but this was simply too weird. I excused myself to the dressing room and instinctively grabbed the gift that was offered, and sat, with my face in the mirror wondering what I did to inspire him to procure a bullwhip. One of the other girls saw the dejected look on my face and asked 'what was up with me." I told her about the whip and she looked in the bag with a sadistic little smile and said "hell ya, I'll whip him - where is he?"
I introduced them and they got together, I guess. I didn't want the details. I suppose now that when we were talking during our dances and he was telling me about how he had a woman who was tatooed all over her body and had a head harness, so that he was always eating her, he was probably reliving his past rather than making up kinky fantasies.

