April 22
I just had the kind of night every good stripper dreams about.
I had just finished one hour in VIP, and my spirits were high. I was already ahead of my monetary goal for the evening. I headed back to the packed main floor and started selling table dances without missing a beat of the first available song.
Cosmo, the absolute hardest working floormen I have EVER seen, discretely taps me on myshoulder and whispers “I have a VIP guy asking for you. He was here last night but you were already signed out with another client.”
