Oh Johnny! Fuck me Johnny!
There's an older guy at work who comes in fairly regularly. I've danced for him a couple of times now, and every time he blows on me. Normally I would be annoyed by this, but he just blows so hard, like a kid trying too hard to blow a bubble. It's hilarious, and he thinks that it's supposed to be a turn-on.
It's so incredibly rediculious that I thought it couldn't be topped. I was wrong.
The other day I was dancing for a guy (kind of rude, but not enough to put me off), and before I knew what was going on he had grabbed my waist and blew a rasberry on my stomach.
That's right, a rasberry. Like when you blow on a baby's tummy to make it laugh.
I'm amazed I finished that dance with a straight face. *shakes head sadly*
I've got my own bit of ditziness, too. I was dancing for one of my favorite regulars during a VIP and decided to pull my hair back with my garter belt (looks cuter than it sounds). When the dance was over, we get up and I start gathering my things only to realize that my garter isn't laying on the back of the couch like it usually is. We searched for it for a couple of minutes before I declared that the VIP Room ate my garter. We left the VIP room and I caught a glance of myself in the mirror... only to realize that the garter was still holding my hair up. >.> Sometimes I'm not always on my game....
It's so incredibly rediculious that I thought it couldn't be topped. I was wrong.
The other day I was dancing for a guy (kind of rude, but not enough to put me off), and before I knew what was going on he had grabbed my waist and blew a rasberry on my stomach.
That's right, a rasberry. Like when you blow on a baby's tummy to make it laugh.
I'm amazed I finished that dance with a straight face. *shakes head sadly*
I've got my own bit of ditziness, too. I was dancing for one of my favorite regulars during a VIP and decided to pull my hair back with my garter belt (looks cuter than it sounds). When the dance was over, we get up and I start gathering my things only to realize that my garter isn't laying on the back of the couch like it usually is. We searched for it for a couple of minutes before I declared that the VIP Room ate my garter. We left the VIP room and I caught a glance of myself in the mirror... only to realize that the garter was still holding my hair up. >.> Sometimes I'm not always on my game....