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One thing, do the fucking dishes.

I guess I'm going to have to do them now.

Hey.

Hey, you.

Hey, you know I asked you to do the dishes, right?

They're still there.

Yes, they're still here.

I know,

I know.

I'll do them later.

You're killing me.

Mom's killing me.

What? I'm... Oh, don't even tell me.

Not with the whole ultra thing again.

All my friends are going and she already said no to me. I know she said no and

I've listened.

You know, normally I would try to help you out with this and...

Talk to her and go to bat for you, but... You're in the dog out thing now.

in no position.

Yes, I'm in no position right now to be talking to her about helping you with

something. She's not even answering my text messages right now.

It's like, I don't even... Whatever.

But I mean, like... Dad, why strip clubs?

Like, why even... She told you?

I eavesdropped.

Well, I mean, it was a night with the guys, and I told her we were going to

poker, and then they were like, let's go to the office, and that's the code word

for the strip club. And so I ended up there, and I mean, listen,

your mom has been very standoffish towards me. Let's just say that for a

while. So you can't help me.

Listen, I can't do anything for you. If I talk to her, I already know what's

going to happen. Like, I'm sorry.

You don't even care about my problems. All you care about is the stupid

it is. It's a convention.

It's a music festival.

I'm not doing the dishes.

I can't go. I'm not doing the dishes.

Hey, get back over here and do the dishes.

Babe, I know, okay?

I didn't tell her she could go to the concert. No.

I don't know. I don't know why you're yelling at me about her.

She's your daughter.

What?

All right, I'm going to go.

All right, bye. I'm so sick of this shit.

God, I'm pissed off.

Do you want to be miserable all the time?

Are you wearing your mom's robe?

Yeah. What are you doing? Why are you wearing that?

I'm playing dress -up for you.

What? Mm -hmm.

What? What do you mean you're playing dress -up for me?

Ow. You better take that off, seriously. If she, like, finds out you're wearing

her stuff, then... Not yet, because I got a surprise.

You should really put that back. What?

Listen,

I just got off the phone with your mom. She's like...

yelling at me over everything.

So now what?

I know. So I have a great idea that includes a surprise.

So just hear me out. Okay.

So you have a problem seeing strippers.

Just hear me out. I'm saying it again.

I need to go to the music festival.

Alright.

So how about I'm your personal stripper.

And you let me go to the music festival.

Where did you get that outfit from, first of all? None of your business.

I don't know.

Wow.

You look... Not like mom.

Definitely don't look like your mother. Your mother does not have a body like

that anymore.

Fuck.

So what do you say?

Um... Maybe give me a little show

so that I can go see a little show?

Um... Fuck.

It's a yes or no.

Gosh, I mean, I really, really want to, but this is... I won't tell Mom.

Come on.

You promise you'll keep us between us?

I think I promise. Wait.

All right.

How much is the concept?

It's a couple of hundred dollars.

A couple hundred dollars?

All right, all right, all right.

It's okay.

Where is that cigar?

Let's go.

What kind of strippers do you like?

I like the ones that know how to fucking shake their ass and put their ass and

rub their ass on me.

Sad circle.

Do you do it like this?

Oh, I sure do.

When they do, let's not start pulling up the couch.

I mean, you know the whole point of stripping is actually stripping, right?

-hmm. Okay.

It's just one little outfit.

Okay. Oh, my God. You have fucking amazing tits.

And a little spending money See

I can keep you out of trouble

Mom won't bitch at you all the time. Yeah, she finds out about this. We're

in a lot of fucking trouble.

She's not going to find out.

Well, unless you say anything, which you won't.

I'm not going to say anything.

So tell me more about these strippers that you hang out with.

I don't hang out with strippers.

I go to the strip club a couple times with my friends.

Maybe more than a couple.

Well, sometimes we go to the back and they let me do this.

Alright, you got him to lay down like this and show you.

Yeah? Yeah.

I take him to the back of the shit painting room.

I ask them

if they can play with it for me.

Can I put it in mine too?

So you're going to the champagne room and you guys just both masturbate or

else?

Thank you.

Yeah.

Do not tell her you got the money from me

Now what if one of your stripper friends wanted to make more money?

Well, then I'd have to do some more.

Are they gone?

Fuck.

Do you want to do that?

Fuck yeah, I do.

Do you?

Yeah, I do.

Turn around and fucking punch the fucking ass on me. Mm -hmm. That's how

it.

Oh, my God. Put your fucking back in there.

Yes.

Oh, fuck.

Goddamn, baby.

Oh, sure.

Put that back here.

Ugh.

Thank you.

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