watch your cash

So I decided to stop in on a Saturday night a few weeks ago. I normally go on weekdays. The place was more crowded than I've usually seen it. It was a rougher crowd than I'm used to. I felt very out of place but did not feel unsafe. Didn't recognize any of the dancers. They were mostly thick AA with big booties. I prefer them more on the slim side. There was one that fit my type. She came over to talk & it was obvious that she was very drunk. Some of the things she said we're difficult to understand so I never got her name. She insisted we do a dance. Promised me a wild time, high mileage dance. Her hands were roaming all over me as she was doing the sell job. I asked how much, she said 120. I told her that was too steep. She asked how much I had, I told her 60, (that's all I'm willing to risk on a dancer I don't know). She said ok & promised me a really fun time. We went back & she gave me the most boring dance ever. Tried the up sell but I reminded her we agreed on 60. After a song & a half, she said we're done & wanted her cash. Wasn't going to try to argue as I didn't want trouble. She demanded her 60. This is where it gets hilarious. I always scatter my cash in different pockets. A ten here a twenty there. This allows me to come up with any combination I need. I reached in to the pocket that I had been paying for drinks from. There was a combination of 5s a 10 & some singles. She saw the wad of cash & in the dark it looked like a lot more. As I went to count so I could figure how much to add, she said "gimme all of that" & grabbed it out of my hand. As soon as she had it she bolted. There was 30 at most. I went back to my table & saw her sitting with another dancer counting the cash. The look on her face was priceless. I figured it was time to leave. I've stopped in a few times since (all uneventful visits) & have not seen her.