Strange things happen you know.

Last week, I was walking the loop around the club when this short, fat Danny DeVito looking dude flags me me over. I go over, smile at him, give him the whole spiel.

I don't do dances he says to me, and I think I have been led on.
But, I want to arm wrestle you! I will give you $40 for each arm, if you beat me.

WTF.

I agree earnestly, and beat him with each arm; I could tell he wasn't letting me win because his arms were shaking. I pitch the VIP and he agrees enthusiastically even when I feel like I am slightly overcharging him (at my club girls set their own prices, no money goes to the club for VIP).

We get back there, I get settled.

I want you to restrain me.

I grab his hands and pin them against the wall, leaning my entire body weight into him, the wood on the walls biting into my hands.

Now hit me.

I must have wailed on this dude for a good half an hour; when I was done, my hands were sore and red. He thanked me and handed me a wad of cash, over $200. Then he went straight to my best friend and did the same for her.

Turns out he has a tall girl fetish in addition to the beating. And my best friend and I are the two tallest in the club.