Naked Thursdays

"I'm starting to strip again, on Thursdays. You should come down and watch me," the bartender said to me. She was cute, and had really long jet black hair, but she had no ass whatsoever. And no boobs either. Her body was basically that of an eleven year old boy. Why would I want to see that body writhing around on a dimly lit stage while guys tossed wrinkled one dollar bills at it? I don't know. Apparently, she thought I would be interested in that sort of thing. Again, she was cute, but had no body. She was all head and hair. No boobs or ass. Some guys were into that.

"When? Thursday? I'll try to make it down," I lied. I really didn't think I was going to make it down to the Gilded Banana on Thursday and blow fifty bucks on overpriced drinks and lap dances. I kind of stopped doing that type of thing two years ago when I was unemployed and blew all the money I had at the time on two strippers, until they told me my card was no longer working and then when I went and checked my balance it was negative three hundred dollars so I had to wait a couple of days for the next unemployment check to show up in the mail before I could buy a pot to piss in. So yeah, I think I'll pass on the whole Thursday night strip thing. But go for it. Shake that eleven year old boy ass for all it's worth, honey.

"Can I get another Miller? Put it on my tab. Thank ya."