I have heard my fair share of sick, twisted shit as a dancer, but what this one man asked me last night takes the cake.
Last night was a fairly steady night, as with most Wednesdays the bar usually fills up with the weekly regulars. There was a thirty something year old man sitting at the bar, alone, and I never seen him in there before, so, being bored with the current crowd of guys I was sitting with, I went over and introduced myself. He seemed very pleasant, even offering my some homemade chili he had out in the car (um, ew?) after a few minutes, I talked him into getting a lap dance in the private dance area. All was well for about, oh, 30 seconds, when he piped up and said "Fart on me" It was like the music had stopped, I froze dead in mid dance. "excuse me?" I said, and he repeated his request. I have been asked many things, but never has someone requested that I farted on them. I continued dancing, but I was too dumbfounded to say anything. After my set, he again asked me if I could, and promised big money if I could push one out. (No fucking joke) I told him I wasn't going to fart on him, and that was that. He ended up getting 6 dances total, and tipped me an extra ten, then left before I could say thank you. No wonder why he was trying to feed me the chilli.
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