I honestly did make up my mind to avoid fighting with the customers… but obviously this situation wasn’t allowing it. A new client came in today with five other guys. However this client stood out from the rest; his baby face looked ily charismatic and he had a husky voice that captured everyone in the room instantly. I thought it was attractive until he used it to whisper in my ear, asking for . It brought disgust and shivers down my spine, and I just tried to bite my lips before I say, or do, something I would regret. Then his two long fingers sandwiched a thousand dollars; first waving it in my face, then pushing it down my low halter top and into my bra.

            “Mr. Kim,” I started as the anger boiled over inside.

            “Please, call me Bobby,” Bobby smirked.

            “Fine. Bobby, you’re a piece of .”

            “What?” Bobby’s smirk disappeared and his face was clouded with confusion then into anger.

            I grabbed the dollars out of my shirt and into his mouth, “I’m not a ing e, bastard. Go to another ing place for that disgusting .”

            I stormed out of the club, continuing to curse like a sailor. I could hear the faint gasps behind me as Bobby’s friends were surrounded by the airheaded co-workers that I know slept multiple of times with their clients privately.

            When I finally got out the door, I felt someone’s hand grabbing my arm and yanking me back. I spun around to see that it was Bobby. At first I was surprised, but upon seeing his face, I just rolled my eyes.

            “Who the do you think you are? I’m not someone you can just do whatever you want to.”

            “You’re kidding, right?” I scoffed. “You’re using that cliché line? Look, I don’t give a about who you are.”

            “, you’re a ing stripper, you’re supposed to take my money and graciously do what I say,” Bobby was noticeably getting more heated.

            I lost it. I swung my hand over and slapped Bobby’s face.

            “I’m a ing hostess, . Not your damn toy. If you think you can buy the world, fine, but leave me out of it.”

            I jerked my arm out of his lightened grip, stormed away and to my house. The anger continued to bubble and broil. Slammed everything in my path, I cursed so loudly, the rabbits banged their fists on the wall to make me shut up.

            “ SOMEWHERE ELSE IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, YOU ASSBUNCH!” I shouted.

            Bobby walked back in to the club where his friends were at. The embarrassment was shown through the red mark on his face. Though the five lower businessmen’s sons were all not as rich as Bobby, they all had girls at their sides. Bobby had never been to a hostess club before, nor did even a bar; and he had so much expectation for it.

            While still flustered and angry, Bobby sat down and one of the guys announced that Bobby was their boss and the son of the president of the Yoon Designs, one of the world’s top fashion company. Suddenly, the friends’ hostesses started to lean towards Bobby. One girl whispered into Bobby’s ear.