CHAPTER 13
One night at the club, things got extra rough.
There was one guy who had a mean mouth, and from the moment that he arrived at the club, his eyes remained fastened on me. He kept on staring in a hypnotic trance, and every time that I would leave the stage, he would make it a point to walk up somewhere close to me and make a comment.
"Look, snatch, I can afford you," he said at one point as he whispered into my ear.
"Get lost, creep," I said. "I go out with gentlemen, not foul, lewd creeps."
"Watch who you're calling a creep, slut," he said. "If you have so much class, what the hell are you doing working in a place like this?"
"Just because I dance for a living in front of guys doesn't mean that I deserve to be treated like a tramp," I said, stalking off woundedly.
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