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"What do you mean, play?"
"You know, feel you up a little. Often a guy would pay you another 5 or 10 dollars just to keep you there a little longer. Then you would return to the stage and dance some more. When it was break time I got a rum and coke at the bar, drinks are free for the dancers, and I went to see how Frank was doing. He was down over 300 dollars. He wanted to know how much money I had. I had almost 200 dollars so he said give him that and if I worked the VIP room I could probably make a lot more. I could see he was feeling low having lost that much money so I said I would."
"What is the VIP room?"
"Well, there is a lounge and bar and a guy pays you to go into a little room with him. The only furniture is a little sofa but you can turn on music and entertain him"
"What do you mean? Do you fuck him?"
"Are you calling me a whore?"
"No Kathy, I'm sorry. It's just that I miss you so much."
"When the evening was over, Frank was amazed at how much money I had. He said he knew a club at home that I could work in. He said if you agreed, he would split the profits with you.
Frank and I have been talking and when we get home we feel some changes will be necessary. I'm afraid it means less sex for you but I am sure you will enjoy it more when you get it, because you won't get it very often."
