Honeymoon Fail

I danced for a bachelor recently, who ended up making a comment that made me want to seek and destroy every man who puts the pleasure of his penis above all else.

In the beginning of my conversation with this gentleman (we’ll call him Justin), he seemed like a pretty cool guy.  He spoke very highly of his soon-to-be wifey.  He put a high emphasis on how much he loved her.  We laughed and joked and talked for a bit before I started dancing for him.  I was happy for Justin.  He seemed really happy to be getting married to this girl.

Justin understandably became aroused when I was dancing for him.  It wasn’t this that made me think he was a bad guy.  I mean, a fully nude woman is dancing sensually for you in an atmosphere designed to arouse.  Of course he’s going to get a boner.  That’s nature.  It was his not so charming words following the dance that nearly landed Justin a punch in the throat by yours truly.  He pulled me in close to him and said “I’m going to be fantasizing about you while I’m fucking my wife on my honeymoon in Cancun, and I mean that seriously”.

He proceeded to go into detail about it.  Oh awesome. You fucking dick.  All you did with that statement was make me want to declare myself lesbian for the rest of my life.  Definitely didn’t have the affect he had hoped for.  Which would have resulted in me going back to his hotel with him.

The sad part is, dancers see this kind of shit all the time.  This is just a small example.  Customers like him are the reason some strippers have trouble with trust issues in their own personal relationships.  We come across a lot of dogs.

What a zero he was.  I give his marriage a year.