Chapter Fifteen: Big Jugs Kitty:

I have seen couples fight in strip clubs. I don’t understand why men bring their girlfriends to the club. I understand that some of them are into some freaky shit. The girls might be the voyeurs or bi. But still…

I shook my head.

This couple wasn’t there for the strippers. The man looked like he could be a bouncer with his muscles and beer gut. He looked rather uncomfortable next to a slender Chinese woman, frowning. I couldn’t take my eyes off of this couple. They clearly weren’t here for the girls judging by his awkward expression and her glaring at him. For some reason, I found myself walking over to them with the tray in my head.

Now before I go any further into this story, I am called Big Jugs Kitty for obvious reasons. I am a 36 G. (That’s a huge D in American measures, but that’s not really relevant to this story.) So yeah… Loads of guys notice me for it. Loads of guys. Oh yes. Plus, I wear skimpy clothes because of my job as a waitress in a strip club. On that you have the set-up, back to the story.

I walked over to this couple. The big man was trying not to look at me as I approached him and who I assumed was his girlfriend. As I normally did, I put on my brightest smile.

“Hello, welcome to Daisy Bell,” I said. “How may I help you today?” The man mumbled as he tried to look at his feet.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“Uh… We’re looking for someone,” he said.

“Okay… Who are you looking for?”

“Uh, well…”

The Chinese woman poked him in the back with two fingers. He looked behind him with panicked eyes. I saw smoking coming out of her nostrils.

“Joseph,” she hissed.

“Yes, dear?” he asked.

“Were you looking at the waitress’ breasts? Were you looking at the waitress’ breasts?”

The big boy froze. “Was I looking at her breasts?” I mouthed, “no” at him. This lady looked like she wanted to kill him. She made no secret how she felt about me with the way she said it out loud.

“No,” Joseph said uneasily. Smart man. But, the woman’s face looked like a red snake.

“Why would you lie to me?” she asked.

“I’m not lying!” he cried.

“Yes, you are! Why must you lie to me?!”

“I’m not, I swear! I swear!”

“Liar!”

“I’m not!”

“Liar!”

“Bi-Ling!”

“Liar!”

I looked around the club. All eyes were on this mountain troll yelling at poor Joseph. Even the strippers stopped dancing. I bit on my lower, wondering if I should break them up or not.

“Excuse me,” I spoke. Bi-Ling looked up at me with creepy snake-like eyes.

“Shut up, bitch!” she barked at me. I put my free hand on my hip.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“You heard me, bitch!” she snapped. I set down the tray and marched up to her. My boobs knocked her boyfriend out of the way.

“Say that to my face again, cunt!” I screamed. “Say that again!”

“Fine, bitch!” she yelled. I raised my hand and slapped her.

“Ow!” she screamed. Bi-Ling punched me back.

“You!” I was about to throw down on the mountain troll when my boss came out and broke us up. He suggested that we fight for money, but Bi-Ling and I didn’t like that idea. (He’s just a perv for girl-on-girl. I’m not into that, eww.) In the end, the couple left and went to look for whoever they were looking for elsewhere.

That was one weird-ass encounter I had that afternoon.