This is me being Super Girl on a Thursday night. It was slow last night but I pretty much rocked the shit out of everyone there. My first dance was with this guy who used to come see me all the time last summer before he got engaged. He’s this short, skinny black guy that wears cheap pin stripe polyester dress pants and is a lawyer out in the Philly suburbs. Midway through our dance he tells me he wants to go to the VIP. So I book him for a half hour and lead the way. As soon as we sit down he mentions that I complained that he hurt my pussy last summer because he was grinding so hard. I start the dance off slow, but soon he’s up to some douchebaggery- grabbing my hips and holding me down for greater friction, demanding that I stay with my pussy on his lap instead of cycling through some moves so I don’t injure myself, etc. Needless to say, I’ve got a painful bruise on my pubic bone. However, I stained his pants with my fake tanner on purpose, so fuck you friction burn guy.