So there was this customer in the club who I'd done a set of dances for, and when I told him I'd been an English major, we started discussing authors. We really got into it about Hemingway when I stopped and said, "Can I just tell you thanks? This is probably the most interesting conversation I've had at work in ages." Which was entirely true.

We went our separate ways, then later in the evening as I was heading up to stage he asked me, "Hey, are you up for a challenge?" I told him I was about to be busy but to catch up with me later. A challenge? Like dancing to Rush (which actually isn't that big of a challenge depending on what song you pick)?

Nope. "Can you take me in the back and just dance for me until I come in my pants? I'll give you $100."

That's not a challenge, that's a proposition.

A few things:

The few times this happened to customers of mine in the club, quite unexpectedly, $100 was the tip they handed me before leaving in embarrassment. Having an orgasm is something that should be reserved for the privacy of, at the least, the Super 8.

Why not just go the whole mile and ask for, you know, a handjob or a blowjob? Actually, this club's layout is so small and open I guess you really couldn't get away with it in there.

And come on, coming in your pants? Isn't that, I don't know, immature? There's a reason those guys left in embarrassment.