we had to go over to a special VIP area. In Miami the girls are allowed to touch the customers. So if you pay $25 for a lap dance, she gives $5 to the club, and then grinds on your crotch for one song. For some guys the grinding on the pants is a sex act. I knew a cute little Russian girl who made $800 in one night during Spring Break, just giving lap dances for $20 each at Club Madonna. She had to bring an extra set of pants from tearing them up grinding on the guys' zippers. I had no idea what this premium dance at Cabaret Intemationale got me for $50, or whatever the price was. I wasn’t specifically remembering "This is Orlando not Miami, they don’t touch your pants here." I felt a little bad going into the VIP area soaking wet, and I warned her that my pants were dripping wet from riding in the rain. She touched like the middle of my leg with one finger to confirm how soaking wet my pants were. She probably said something like "Ooooh, they are wet." She immediately looked over her shoulder and said "Uh-oh the crazy manager is angry at me." I looked up and the angry well-dressed doorman had come around the far side of the room to where he was kind of far behind her, and he was waving his arms angrily to get her attention and saying something. After the dance was done, I handed her $60 for dance and tip. I hurried away, before the girl had a chance to expect anything more. I wasn’t looking to spend any more money, just go home. And not with her. I met my obligation. As I was leaving, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the angry well-dressed guy run across the room like lightning to where I left her. The next time I saw her, she told me he fired her and threw her out of the building that second. With no new girls passing through, I got really sick of these same two regular girls every day acting like they owned me. These girls thought they were pretty, and they sort of were, but they were nothing. I needed just one pretty girl to walk in there and give me a better deal. But that angry puritan doorman scared away all the free spirits breathing on them. So finally one day there is a new girl Vegas. She is not the one, but I was going to at least act like she was to give those regular girls some competition. Vegas was not bad looking. She had straight black hair and blue eyes. She looked like a beer-commercial girl, except her legs were just slightly too short. So I sat with Vegas, and she told me she was willing to do what I wanted. She wrote her number on a card and gave it to me. I was supposed to call her after work, and go to her house in Kissimmee. I don’t remember if she said a price, or if I just imagined the price would be $400. I don’t think she was actually that explicit, but she may have been. If she was, I wasn’t paying attention because I was never going to call her. Later on, I was sitting between the two regular girls against the back wall. There was like a bench that ran along the wall. And they were on both sides, so that nobody else could sit next to me. Vegas came up and asked me if I still had the card she gave me with her number on it. She said "You still have my number? You still have the card I gave you with my number on it? Let me see it." She made me take out the card and show it to her, to show the Orlando girls who was boss. Then she asked if I wanted a dance. It was exactly what I wanted, to give the regular girls some competition. The angry doorman fired every girl I talked to. Vegas seemed pretty desperate, and I didn't want to get her fired. She had no idea what she had walked in to. So I closed my knees together tight to make sure she didn't accidentally bump against my legs or something during the dance and get fired. And I cupped my hands tight between my legs, to make sure I didn't accidentally touch her and get her fired. Vegas pulled her pants to the side, and sat her vagina right onto my cupped fingertips. With the regular girls on both sides. It was hilarious. I didn't think the angry doorman could see from his angle. But he came running up and said two sentences I will never forget: "You! Get your hand out of her! You! Get off of him! " When I say run, I am not speaking figuratively. This guy was the only time I have seen an adult inside a business break into a full-speed run, on more than one occasion. He had an ability to become very animated very quickly. II-22