Ok this was a new one to me. The other night a girl was telling me about a dude who liked to be treated like a holiday Turkey. He would even bring his own turkey baster in. The dancer would take him to vip and walk him through the process, from prep to being put in the oven to being pulled out and basted to finally being served. This sick dude would curl up on the seat when he was "in the oven" and when basted.
I was incredulous, but she swore to it, even saying "ask any of these girls about turkey baster guy." But she was fine with it since he paid well and she didn't have to get as intimate with him as with guys looking for the straight up trip.
What the fuck has to happen to a dude to make this a thing? LOL.


I dunno. I long time ago I heard from a reliable dancer that she had a customer that would drink her urine from one of her shoes.