![]() Second of all, there was not one single question on my application for this place about my sexual history,” I say, completely pissed off. “First of all, it’s none of your business, but I'm actually not a virgin. I need this job, and I'm keeping it.” “You’re innocent, Liz, a fucking virgin, and you want to work at a strip club?” he growls. That’s why you shouldn’t be working here.” “Well, too bad. Don’t they realize that I'm missing? Shouldn’t they be looking for me? “Look, I'm sorry, but I just couldn’t do it. “Um, no thanks,” I say, looking towards the door, wondering where the heck someone-anyone-is. I look at him like he’s crazy, and shake my head. “We can take care of that right now,” he says. “Know what I sound like,” I say, getting tired of this game he’s playing. I know what you sound like when you’re going to come.” “Well, mister, you don’t.” I look towards the door again. ![]() “It’s none of your damn business.” “I’ve had my hands down your pants. ![]() ![]() “Let me clarify that,” I say, pausing to put my hands on my hips, trying to balance in my one shoe. ![]()
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