So my husband is looking at internet porn while I'm at work. Last time I found out because he forgot to turn the computer off and left it open to some interracial sex porn site. I don't really give a flying fuck that he is interested in porn, but I bloody well told him that internet porn sites are not safe. You can get viruses on your comp, junk mail, and he idiotically spent like $60 on it. He paid some nominal fee to see some thing or another, then must have forgot or not realized he had to unsubscribe within two days or whatever and the money is gone out of his account. Like he really has any business spending superfluously when I'm the one busting my ass off (he is not yet employed as of the two months we've been living here). Anyway, so I told him that if he wanted to look at porn then we should go to a sex shop and get some fucking magazines or buy a video or something. Maybe that should be something we do tomorrow.
Anyway, I think he was embaressed, because he didn't react to that at all except to say - just ignore that, I was bored. Blah blah. So I peeked at the history on the web today (he has very little idea about computers & wouldn't know about a cache) and saw that he was looking at some BlackBeautyXXX something or other. Well, so I'm white and he wants a black girl or to fantasize about a black girl or whatever. If he is just fantasizing and wants to look, it's fine. Fuck, I fantasize about all kinds of people all the time. I wonder how he'd feel if I took him to yea ol strip club and bought him a dance with his choice of one of the black girls there. Or maybe he would be less wierded out if we went to one of the other strip clubs together. Anyway I've been meaning to check out the other clubs just to have something to compare mine with, since it is actually the only strip club I've ever been in.
...Speaking of strip clubs, today was a really good money day. I brought home over $500, plus I won the board. The board is this random game we do where 10 people contribute $5 each and then pick a number & win the board based on the score outcome of whatever football game is on. So that's an extra $50 for me. Yay! I busted my fuckin ass today, though. We opened at 3pm to catch the post-game crowd and I worked from then until 3am. I was up for every fantasy that I didn't have a dance and had to go on stage a hell of a lot because A)there weren't that many girls there and B)a lot of the ones there were being fuckin lazy and sitting upstairs in the dressing room or whatever when they were supposed to go up for their sets. None the less, I was making over $40/hour today.
This one girl left her purse on stage and this other girl fuckin took it and stole all $240 out of it. I hope she gets her fuckin ass whooped, there is just no goddamned reason that bitches need to act like that. If you get your cash stolen you still have to pay the club for all the dances you had (I assume this prevents people from crying and saying it was stolen when it wasn't). If I'd had mine stolen tonight I would have had to pay out nearly $200 of money that I didn't have. I told the girl that got it stolen that she needs to call up some people and meet miss thief up on her way home. The rest of the night I didn't let my purse go for a second - other than when I was doing private dances & that is a very controlled other-girl free environment.
I always perceived ThiefBitch as a decent enough person - she doesn't act cunty, unlike a certain other girl (referred to hereafter as MegaBitch) in the place who is just mean as hell to certain people for no reason other than her own psychological issues.
MegaBitch is not a bitch to me either(yet?), but I wouldn't trust her for shit. ThiefBitch I really have no reason to talk to or be nice to anymore. I guess I feel like she needs to have revenge taken on her, but I'm not tight with stolen purse girl and I think there are people better placed to help her out than I am. So I don't need to create any extra shit with ThiefBitch, but I don't like her. Maybe Karma will get her, anyway.
I witnessed some instant fuckin Karma the other night. I was giving this stupid guy a dance and he kept trying to be all touchy feely. I can't count the number of times I had to say "hands at your side" and "keep your mouth closed." Usually I try to say it all sweet, like "honey, if my manager sees that I'll get in trouble" or something not bitchy even though that's how I feel. This dumbfuck I didn't even bother to be nice to. Then his nasty ass tries to stick his hand down his pants and jack off right while I'm on top of him, I was just like, "uh uh, we don't do that up here - if you want to do that we can go to the annex for a peep show" (where there is fucking glass between us). And his nasty ass kept unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom down. I kept trying to close it to cover his nasty hairy stomach - besides the fact that I didn't want to see or touch any more than I already was, I didn't need a manager or another girl walking past and thinking I had unbuttoned it or was giving him a hand job or something. There are dirty girls where I work, and I ain't one of them and don't want a reputation as one. Apparently I kind of have/had that rep anyway since I was a new girl but making a lot of money - it makes people suspicious.
So anyway he is left and right trying to suck my tits and grab my ass, thighs, back, you name it he was after it. A friend of mine there (Carrie) would say he fucking Hoovered my tits, lunging at them like a goddamn guppie. I was sitting on him with my butt facing him so he couldn't try to Hoover my nips anymore when the song finally ended. I didn't give a fuck if he wanted another dance, I was done with his ass. So I said - we're done, and start to get up by putting my legs wider to stand up and he spreads his legs so wide I couldn't get up. So then I go to put my feet between his legs to stand up and he fuckin shuts his legs all fast and creepy and grabs my feet into his dick and I'm getting rapidly more alarmed and pissed off like what the fuck is going on so I move off to the left towards the doorway of the little booth like maybe I am going to need some help with this fuckpole and the mutherfucker grabs me by the waist and physically pulls me back on top of him all talking about another dance!! I wrench back and get in his face (these are not actually opposites) and say "look if you don't fuckin let me go I'm going to hit you." His dumb ass FINALLY comprehends that he has gone awry with me, that I am uncomfortable and angry and maybe he understood that I was about to clock his ass - and he lets go.
Well, the shit ain't over yet because he was going to pay me with a credit card which you have to ring up at the bar across the floor. So I put my boots on and grab my purse and say "c'mon. you owe me money." I grab his hand and drag his ass over to the bar and fume while he pays. Then I remember that he had glasses on and tell him to go get them, that they're in the booth. He has some fucking head trip about his friend seeing him buy dances even though his friend buys dances all the goddamn time and he's saying he can't, he doesn't know which booth it was, he can't blah fuckin blah. So I march back to the booth and I don't see them on the little table and I look in another booth thinking maybe I had the wrong one & look back in the first booth and finally I see them - on the floor. I pick them up and he is standing on the little ramp that leads up to the back section where the booths are and he's all like - oh, did I do something to offend you? etc. Unfuckingbelievable. So I proceed to ream his ass out, and then I hand him his glasses. As I hand them to him my finger goes through the frame - one of the lenses is missing. He puts them on, not noticing at first while I don't say a word and walk back to the booth to get the lens and I hand it to him, also not saying a word.
He doesn't say anything about it at first. Like half an hour later when I walk past him at the table he is sitting at he stops me and starts to say - do you know how expensive these were? I stop and look at him and say - I don't give a good goddamn!, and reamed him out some more, finishing with - just consider it fuckin karma!
GOD what a bastard! I am so goddamned glad his glasses got broke and the best part is that I didn't even do it. KARMA, bitch!