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Strippershit or toxic boss?

gammanu95

You can unfriend me, unfollow me, and unlike me; but you cannot unlick my butthole

So, I had a brief fling with a CF. She was a 10. a 6' tall redbone sister, with a tight bubble but, spinner's waist, and great big man mades that were amazing on her slender frame. She hinted at sugaring, but that is something I am not into, although I was briefly tempted. She told me a story that was a little too incredible to be true, and kind of made me back off of her. I want your takes.

She said that the owner had come in with some friends on Friday night. She tells the story that he got really drunk, making all of the hottest girls sit at his table and grind on him for free. This stopped them from circulating and making money from patrons. When her shift was over (she works days), she changed and was walking to her ride (not her car mind you, but a friend or relation picking her up), when he ran outside and started pushing and shoving her back into the club to continue to dance and entertain him and his friends. She tried to resist but he was firm in physically pushing her back inside and demanding that she stay with his group. After this, he had her get on stage -in her street clothes- and dance, and at one point even held her down, legs open, and ate her out through her bottoms. As she tells it, she was scared shitless and traumatized - of course.

It was only two days later, Sunday, when she was telling me this story. If this is true, it's pretty horrific. It is sexual assault at the least, but no one bothered to file a report. Also, and I am not up to date on local ownership, but I thought an investment group owned Vixens and two other clubs - not one individual. My strippershit detector was pinging pretty hard on this story and the disconnect with her non-verbal language and the vibe in the club. I don't know if she was phishing for a substantial gift or checking for Captain Sav-a-ho'. (She also got a phone call that made no sense. She said her baby's daddy had her son for the weekend. But, he called her to ask where the Pop Tarts were. If he had the kid, at his place, how the hell would she know where the pop tarts are?) Too much of all of this just didn't make sense, so I got some lappers from her and bailed. I haven't been back since, but I kind of miss her amazing body. However, I don't want take a chance around a woman that might make up such an extraordinary and defamatory story about me if she actually decided to for whatever reason.