Comfortable With Conformity

September 21st

I had my first lap dance Wednesday night at Tootsie's Cabaret. This drunk, rich guy named Claude paid for it. Me and this buff-looking girl went to the VIP room, which was a bunch of dark little cubicles with candles inside, and for one song she danced for me. I didn't feel as awkward as I thought I would-- the whole time we talked about me being a virgin. She said, "Maybe you haven't found the right guy-or the right girl!" I felt like I was on the Howard Stern show. Claude paid her some more money and made me watch him lick her clit. I tried my best not to grimace. Ew.

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