Here’s how it works.
A cutie takes the stage. Blond, adorable B cups, good attitude. I break from talking to Juice and go tip her. I give her $3. Nothing out of the ordinary. I have to leave early so a couple of lap dances is all I want.
Then Juice goes up to tip her. I think yeah, right, Juice can never compete against John Smith. So I call to Juice as he walks up to the stage and tell him that I tipped her $3 so he’s gonna have to top that if he wants her. Juice mumbles something about how he can’t compete against that kind of shit.
The girl approaches the big guy. He holds out a single dollar. That’s right. One measly dollar. I feel sorry for Juice because I know she’s gonna chose me.
But I cant believe what she does for that dollar. She immediately wraps her legs around Juice and starts doing ducking motions with her body. Juice is all the fuck over her. The treatment he gets is better than a lot of lap dances. For a single dollar she spends 2-3 minutes with him.
After her stage set is over she walks around the room to thank those who tipped her. She saves Juice for last, and thirty seconds later he’s holding her hand and leading her off to the the lap dance room. I’m left sitting in my seat searching desperately for a redhead to ease the pain. But there was no redhead to be found.
I have no ducking idea how he does it. But it’s not his money. For some reason this girl was all over him. I’m sure she made him completely forget all about Jackie.
