Just another night in the titty bar, where the fucked up becomes ordinary.
You reconnect with a girl who fits every cliche you could imagine. She's never been married yet has kids from 2 different baby daddies, lives in a modified trailer home with lots of family, her Dad is about to go back to prison, her "fiance" is so fucked up from drug withdrawals that his penis won't even work, she doesn't have a working car and she's the primary breadwinner for this entire shit show.
But do you care about any of that? Of course not because she's hot as hell and you know from previous experience that she give a bow job like a true artist.
But of course before you can take her OTC to enjoy everything that she has to offer, she checks to see if another regular wants a dance before she leaves. It's a creepy motherfucker in his late 40s or early 50s wearing a Micky Mouse t-shirt, but it's not like you're a spring chicken either. She returns to say that he wanted her to play out a Daddy/Daughter fetish in the back, but she refused. No doubt this creep wears that Mickey mouse t-shirt to be more relatable to children.
In almost any other social or work setting any one of these circumstances would raise eyebrows. But in the strip club it's all par for the course.
Now I just have to find a way to fuck up the creepy dude on a night where I don't have a dancer waiting on me to leave and without getting caught, but that's a separate topic for another thread.
Damn