TRASH

You size up the college frat boy. Fuckin' rich bitch. Normally you'd kick his ass, but this being a real job and all, you probably shouldn't, at least not yet. That doesn't mean you can't shake him down though.

"Okay college boy you wanna try to solve your sexual preference issues by looking at titties, be my guest, but its gonna cost you five hundred dollars to get in."
"WHAT!? I'm not paying that!"
"Well I'm afraid it's back to gay internet porn for you then."
"Shut the fuck up! I'm not gay!"
"You sound awfully defensive about that…"
"Fuck you! Look the entrance fee is fifty bucks! I know that because I've been here before!"
"Well some things have changed 'round here. Inflation. You know, shit happens. So what's it gonna be, you wanna see some titties or you gonna go jerk off to Thick Sticks magazine?"
"Arrgh! Here! Fine! I don't give a shit! I have more money than you'll ever see in your entire trailer park existence! Take it! Take it!" the frat boy says throwing the money at you. "And I'm not fucking gay!" he screams and enters the main strip room.

Actually that was more fun than kicking his ass! You pocket the $450 feeling quite pleased with yourself. Of course you can't do that with anyone else since most of them are locals and barely have enough money to shove in the strippers. Later you notice that its time for your girlfriend to start dancing, you also notice college boy has been getting louder and drunker as the night has been going on.

"WOHOO! Yeah! Fuckin' take it off baby!"

Not much different from everyone else, but he bears watching. As Tina collects the money shoved at her, college boy gets a little grabby to the point he won't let her go…

"Come on bitch! Gimme a fuckin' lap dance you fuckin' hillbilly whore!"

Well that would be your cue