Ugh

This total whack job came into work today. Actuall he was a crack head. He did two shows with me. The whole time he was smoking crack. The whole time he kept making weird-crack head noises. The whole time he stared at my ass. But he did want me to keep my panties on. And he did spend almost $400 on me. I came out with $240 for 45 minutes of work. I didn't do shit for the rest of the night. But that guy was a total nut job. And he made the place smell horrible. Ugh. I hope he never comes in again. He tried to get me to talk dirty to him. But he never once tried to jack off. He wanted me to change my clothes. He asked me to light his pipe for him. He put up a lighter closer to me so that he can see my ass better. He only wanted to listen to Madonna's Caught Up. And he spent every last cent on all of this. Till I finally had Gigner get him the fuck out of my room before I choked to death. Crack does not smell nice. But also not as bad as coke.