Last night, as I was giving a lap dance, the nasty fucking perv put his mouth on my nipple as soon as he got the chance.
I pulled away, and kind of froze. I looked at him like I was a frowning child, as if I didn't understand why he would do that to me. I probably looked like I was about to cry.
I probably was about to cry.
You see, I'm not good with these types of situations. I'm not going to lie - I came into this job very weak, insecure, and vulnerable.
I know, real healthy. Please don't scorn me, I've heard it all already, and I know there's a lot wrong with me. I treat this job like a drug.
Any professional, sane dancer would have slapped him on the face, walked away, and told security.
"Please just let me suck on it," the nasty fucking perv said.
Frozen.
Frozen.
Frozen.
I leaned in close, so he wouldn't get caught. I looked down and watched. Frozen.
After the song was done, he didn't even tip well.
I left the club, and cried all the way home.
When things like this happen to me, I go into this mode where I'm trapped, and in my head, I'm telling myself that I deserve this.
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