Wretched

I was wandering around Bourbon Street, thinking about hitting up some strip clubs late at night. I popped my head into Stiletto's because I hadn't been there before. I was told no cover, but the door woman had kind of a donation bowl, so I tossed a fiver in there thinking that was fair. As soon as I walked in, and I literally mean the second I walked in the door, I was instantly accosted by an unattractive AA dancer. She immediately gave me the hard pitch, going straight for it right off the bat. VIP and everything. Since I didn't think she was cute, and I wanted to see which other dancers might be around, I politely replied, "Oh, I think I'm OK for now, thanks." This always gets strippers to dial it down and hunt for another customer. No harm no foul, right?

Apparently not. This girl looked straight at me and said, "Oh, so you're a c*nt." Excuse me? And she repeated, "I said, so you're a c*nt." At this point, I could see there was no viable path forward in this club, so I decided to take what was clearly a free shot. "Choke on your mother's d*ck" was my rejoinder of choice. She looked at me, utterly astonished that someone gave it right back to her. I turned and walked out while the dancer continued complaining to a coworker that another customer just walked in and walked right back out.

Gee, I wonder why, c*nt!