My friend Lori Lanier and I were stripping at the Two O'Clock Club in Boston, Massachursetts. We had to work from 2:00 p.m. until 2:00 a.m. When we were not dancing we had to go from customer to customer hustling drinks.
We were on our feet all this time either stripping or hustling drinks. When we got off work, the last thing we wanted to hear was the voice of a man - let alone a voice of a drunken man - let alone a voice of one of our cuustomers which we referred as "jack-offs".
We left the club at 2:00 a.m. We were walking down the sidewalk, minding our own business, to our hotel room. We were so tired.
A drunen man - jack-off - started following us. He kept making sexual remarks such as, "come on girls, let me eat your pussy" or "Come on let's fuck" or "Suck my dick, Baby!"
We kept telling hm to leave us alone. It did not help. Then we acted like we were lesbians. We thought that might deter him. It only made him hotter. Now he fantasized about having two girls and started talking about how he could satisfy both of us and how he liked to see two girls get it on.
We both had enough of his remarks and harrassment. Both of us turned around at the same time without knowing the other one was going to say anything. We both said at the same time, "Why don't you go fuck yourself!" He pitifully replied, "I wish I could!"
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