  Sex Workers Untie! 2 For some time I reposed with my compatriot at the bar. Several strippers engaged our conversation, similarly hoping to exact a breast tax. My friend provided them with the dollars, but I did not agree to such a tax. I will tell you a story. In college I attended a strip club. It was my first experience. I was greeted at the interior by a topless woman for whom I harbored no passions.
She intercepted me in her arms and I took hold of her ribs, which were very prominent, I remember. Then she requested monetary compensation. I had only just paid to get in. I was a little low in disposable income. "I'm sorry," I told the untrustworthy stripper, "I didn't mean to hug you. " "You got somethin' for me, sugar. " She didn't ask me like a question. She asked me like I owed her. "Well, no, you see that's just the thing. You guys chiseled me coming in the door. I didn't have it in mind--" "You got somethin' for me, sugar. " She hung her head at a very sarcastic angle. "Well, look, I wasn't very interested in purchasing any of your services, in fact, I didn't even--" "Hey, Big Daddy, fella here making a fuss.
" She was talking to the bouncer. "We don't want any fuss now, bub," he said, like a real champ. I retrieved my wallet and gave the door hag her ill-deserved recompense. This created in me bad faith towards unsolicited stripper-folk who use all manner of chicanery to earn a living. 
