“I never said that I was a virgin,” I snap. “How exactly do you go from you having never, to now?” He asks, looking as confused as his question sounds. “No one! Geez, Louise,” I say, waving my hand in front of me. “Who the fuck have you been with since we were together?” he asks. 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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