How Kid Lost His Male Dancer Job

Trudy Martinez, who had been unhappily married for close to seven years, was a regular customer at the BackStab. And as such, she expected a certain... not treatment, but rather, "quality" to the service she was paying for, even by the new guys. And so, she got in, and intrigued by the new face, sat at Kid's stage. Even though he she initially thought he was cute, she soon realized Kid's dancing was rather stiff, as if he was nervous. Without notice, she jumped on Kid's stage in an attempt to show him how to loosen her grip. After all, she

A few tables over, Phyllis Zelner, who had spent the entire day processing data for the statistical analysis firm employing her, was trying to enjoy a very raunchy lap dance administered by a 6'4" Swedish-looking hunk by the name of Hoyt. But there was this... this insufferable noise... covering even the club's music... constantly... breaking... her focus... stunting her enjoyment of Hoyt's pleasing form and proximity... No! That was enough, she deemed. She payed Hoyt hastily and headed towards the source of the irritating cacophony... Then, she saw it - the woman who was ALWAYS at the club, the latin-American housewife, tickling the new dancer... Huh...

Phyllis walked over to Trudy's seats, looking on with a mix of incredulous stupor and confused pleasure. She reached into her pocket and produced a pack of cigarettes, pulling one of the white cylinders from the package. "NOOOHOHOHOHOHO SMOHOHOHOHOHOHOKING-HAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOSSSSSSTOHOHOHOHOHOP!" pleaded Kid as he saw the woman who'd approached his table. Even though he was losing control of himself, and his customers, he still had to enforce the house rules... right? 

"God, you're noisy" simply said Phyllis, looking around for... "Ah! There we go" She picked up one of the waiters' slop rag as he passed by her. Trudy made eye contact with Phyllis. "Good idea, dear! Hand it to me, I'll handle this!". Without a word, Phyllis threw the slop rag in Trudy's direction. The piece of cloth didn't cooperate, falling a few inches short of the stage. God only knew what those floors had been through since the club's opening... The mousey data processor blushed a bit, ashamed of her throwing skills (or lack thereof), and handed the rag directly to Trudy, whose other arm was still tickling the man raw. With startling speed, the dance instructor gagged Kid and kept tickling him. Phyllis opted to take a seat, light her cigarette, and enjoy the show...

Alerted by all the commotion, BackStab owner Tabitha Ryder left her office and headed to stage 05, where Kid was assigned. When she arrived, she was treated to a... rather peculiar scene. Her employee was gagged and tickled by one of the regulars while another customer was watching along. "What's going on here?!" incredulously asked Ryder to her dancer. Kid tried to mumble something, but muffled laughter was his sole possible (and constant) response. The bleach blonde woman's gaze then turned to the tenants. "Oh, unwind your panties, Tabby" chuckled Trudy. "Let's just say your little pony here didn't make the cut". "Speaking of 'little'" interjected Phyllis, "do you think that's as good as it gets or it's just because he's nervous?", pointing at the man's crotch. Tabitha didn't know how to react to this... But ultimately, she opted for the most profitable business decision.

"Kid, I'm afraid you're very, very fired" she said, putting a cigarette between her lips. Phyllis lent her her lighter, and the three women spent the rest of the evening "wishing Kid the best of lucks in his future endeavours" in this very peculiar way...