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That’s how I first learned about extras. Back in my very early clubbing days when I was extremely naive and innocent (pre-internet, always went solo and didn’t discuss with anyone outside the club). I thought dances were supposed to be no touch air dances. One night a very pretty young thing sat down next to me and started a conversation. I complained about the loud music and she said we could go upstairs where it’s a lot quieter. I said sure, let’s go. We got up there, sat down and she said, “ I can give head for $200 or we can have sex for $400.” The only other thing I’ll say is that it was indeed much quieter upstairs.

@grrlgonebad got it right!

Let’s name names. A couple weeks ago Julia demanded $40 for standard service.

A) Chick-fil-A grilled chicken sandwich B) Antarctica C) Moby Dick, the 1950’s John Huston/Gregory Peck/Richard Basehart version

Fake tits or not, count me in!