I'd Rather Have My Morals Than a Few Extra $100's.... I'm a stripper in a small town (to pay for tuition) and recently went to a LARGE city for the weekend. I heard one club pays VERY well and so I decided to apply. I obviously got accepted the minute I walked in and started on a Friday night. It was a slow night and I was hanging out in the locker room putting on a new layer of lipstick when a dancer grabbed me and said "There's a customer here who pays really good and he doesn't even want lap dances." I was like "Hell yeah, alright!" I get there and there are two other women around two guys. One chubby dude and then a HAM FUCKING BEAST! 450+ easily. He couldn't even fit in the chairs the club had. He was pouring out of the son of a bitch. This poor fucking chair. But anyway, I pull up a chair and try to spark a conversation. Meanwhile the fatty started to either nod off or die. I honestly couldn't tell and almost got a manager. Suddenly, all of the girls moved in closer to him and started shaking their butts on his stomach and one actually tried to find his dick under his man FUPA SO SHE COULD RUB ON IT! All the while, I just sat their in disgust and after a few moments I got up and walked away. They each got $100 for doing that but there wasn't enough money in the world that would make me rub a fat fucks dick. Jesus Fucking Christ. I'm a dancer, not a hooker.