Always a dance count confrontation

Another night, and I find myself in West Philly; car securely parked elsewhere from my previous business dealing. I know always fine looking A-A babes here, friendly with an eye on earning. I pay my customary $7 cover, and plant myself at the bar. Vanity, who hopefully has completely retired from stage hounding us, is now at the bar slowly serving with the boobs flapping for the mandatory tip for each beer I'll get.

I'd rather tip another 2/3 bucks at a time to one who doesn't do that.... I'll play along like she's sweet.... approached by a girl, no verbal excitement so I'll be as boring... here's $2 now scoot. I get talked into a $20 dance, crazy exciting.. but I'm stopping at two. Seems the girl tries to tell me it's 3 dances. I want to stay, so I'll silently give the guy $60 and never look at this girl again. Another beer with mandatory buck, and I get mesmerized into accepting a $30 dance. I'm out in less than 3 minutes, and again I'm told that's two dances... I'm done, good bye until the summers' over.... they must realize that's why we regulars avoid this place..