Reason #571 for Female Self Defense or Martial Art Classes........
Last night;
Typical Middle Aged White Guy With Collared Shirt was at my rack, I can usually identify newcomers, since I'm such a regular night shift girl at Lucky Devil......
It was my first set of the night, and he expressed interest in getting a dance after my two songs were over....
....As I was gathering up the singles, and panting, I indicated to the room on my right, and in we went.
The first song that played was a Peaches tune, quite perfect for a private dance, but he had other ideas.
As a result of my non-drinking while working policy (recently implemented, per choice) my senses were incredibly sharp so it didn't take long before I could feel him sliding a finger over my left thigh.
I laughed at the futility of this, and smiling, moved his hand off and squeezed his wrist. Looked him in the eye. Paused. Continued.
Seconds later, I felt more fingers glide over my thigh, it was the other one this time so, I stopped again, looked in his face, with an eyebrow lifted (I'm sure) and pointed at his hand.
"Be a good boy."
"Okay, I will I will, you're just so beautiful....I will."
I continued on, at in a few moments, I was seated in his lap with my back against his chest, and his face in the crook of my neck. As I moved my own hands over my undies ( I refuse to say the P-word.....panties), he flatly planted his whole left hand over my left thigh.
Really?
In one swift movement I placed my left hand over his, crooked his index finger in my hand very deliberately, and began to rotate it on it's joint. Keeping his hand pushed into my waist, I turned to see his eyes widen and his mouth open in a huge O.
I lean in, smile, and say, "I will break these fingers."
And I pause. Then I release.
And I've made my point, and he behaves for the rest of the song. And then asks for a second. And behaves for that one too.
Then asks my stage name and the nights I work during the week.
These people, they seriously are hilarious.
Love,
Casper-Elle
Last night;
Typical Middle Aged White Guy With Collared Shirt was at my rack, I can usually identify newcomers, since I'm such a regular night shift girl at Lucky Devil......
It was my first set of the night, and he expressed interest in getting a dance after my two songs were over....
....As I was gathering up the singles, and panting, I indicated to the room on my right, and in we went.
The first song that played was a Peaches tune, quite perfect for a private dance, but he had other ideas.
As a result of my non-drinking while working policy (recently implemented, per choice) my senses were incredibly sharp so it didn't take long before I could feel him sliding a finger over my left thigh.
I laughed at the futility of this, and smiling, moved his hand off and squeezed his wrist. Looked him in the eye. Paused. Continued.
Seconds later, I felt more fingers glide over my thigh, it was the other one this time so, I stopped again, looked in his face, with an eyebrow lifted (I'm sure) and pointed at his hand.
"Be a good boy."
"Okay, I will I will, you're just so beautiful....I will."
I continued on, at in a few moments, I was seated in his lap with my back against his chest, and his face in the crook of my neck. As I moved my own hands over my undies ( I refuse to say the P-word.....panties), he flatly planted his whole left hand over my left thigh.
Really?
In one swift movement I placed my left hand over his, crooked his index finger in my hand very deliberately, and began to rotate it on it's joint. Keeping his hand pushed into my waist, I turned to see his eyes widen and his mouth open in a huge O.
I lean in, smile, and say, "I will break these fingers."
And I pause. Then I release.
And I've made my point, and he behaves for the rest of the song. And then asks for a second. And behaves for that one too.
Then asks my stage name and the nights I work during the week.
These people, they seriously are hilarious.
Love,
Casper-Elle
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rfantana:
hahaha....you go gurl...some folks hehe
succor:
the little version of you is in MR (me) !