Sex Workers Untie! 2

For some time I reposed with my compatriot at the bar. Several strippers engaged our conversation, similarly hoping to exact a breast tax. My friend provided them with the dollars, but I did not agree to such a tax. I will tell you a story. In college I attended a strip club. It was my first experience. I was greeted at the interior by a topless woman for whom I harbored no passions. She intercepted me in her arms and I took hold of her ribs, which were very prominent, I remember. Then she requested monetary compensation. I had only just paid to get in. I was a little low in disposable income.

"I'm sorry," I told the untrustworthy stripper, "I didn't mean to hug you."

"You got somethin' for me, sugar." She didn't ask me like a question. She asked me like I owed her.

"Well, no, you see that's just the thing. You guys chiseled me coming in the door. I didn't have it in mind--"

"You got somethin' for me, sugar." She hung her head at a very sarcastic angle.

"Well, look, I wasn't very interested in purchasing any of your services, in fact, I didn't even--"

"Hey, Big Daddy, fella here making a fuss." She was talking to the bouncer.

"We don't want any fuss now, bub," he said, like a real champ.

I retrieved my wallet and gave the door hag her ill-deserved recompense.

This created in me bad faith towards unsolicited stripper-folk who use all manner of chicanery to earn a living.