6/5/2019126Please respect copyright.PENANAw9FE1ZPoxV
AT LAST!!!!! I'VE DONE IT!!!! I didn't forget any step and my hands didn't get too sweaty so it was perfect. I heard some applause after the routine. Scott, Henry and Jerico complimented me and I can't seem to forget the flattery. But later on, Scott told me that things work differently at the club. He said that if I danced like this every night, it will be boring sooner or later. He told me not to take it seriously- I am not at the olympics and the customers wants something out of impulse; just like that time he took me to stage and sort of harassed me. He said that I should enjoy myself while touching myself and not really overthink every detail. It was a great advice since I'm not really sure how they do it smooth as fuck. I was going to go to the dressin room but the club's owner was on the way. He asked me if I was planning to work there. I immediately said yes and he smirked. Then he told me to call him Mr. Butters. I nearly laughed at his nickname but I held myself together well and called him just that. Mr. Butters said that he got that name from the mob because the police can't catch him. He's not really doing illegal stuff so he's too slippery to handle. I really tried to control myself but I wasn't able to hold a squeak. He looked mad but he laughed afterwards because it was a joke and he told me that he isn't involved with the mafia so I don't have to be scared. I think he was lying but I smiled and just nodded. Mr. Butters told me to be there on Friday at the same time as I usually do and he told me to wear a suit because it will be a formal interview. WTF but I will do it anyway. By the way, I don't have any suits and I don't have any money to buy one so I think I should borrow from my roommate or from a coursemate.
6/6/2019126Please respect copyright.PENANALFIKjwTXds
Apparently, all of them left their formal clothes at their hometown and my roommate who clearly got one, won't let me borrow it because he's gonna use it soon.. but when is soon!? If he wants me to get it cleaned and ironed after, I would do it but he told me that he just can't. He's one selfish bastard so I had no choice, I had to borrow from Raymond. Surprisingly, unlike the others, he just stood up, went to his spacious closet and picked somethin that would look good on my skin. He told me that his metallic dark green suit would look great on me but another problem came to mind at that moment, he's a head taller than me so I've got to resize the suit. I told him that I know how to sew a little so I can DIY it. He said that I'm going to do an awful job and he doesn't like that one that much so he'll pay a tailor to make it mine. I'm not very shocked about this generosity really but what confused me is that, he didn't ask me why I needed the suit. Maybe he knows that I'm applying for a new job but he's just not curious about the nature of that particular job. But he had a request though; he told me to visit him after the interview because he wants to see me wearing the suit and he also wants to know what happened on the interview. That was simple but he played with my bangs a little while saying that so it sort of disturbed me. Nonetheless, woweee, I am taken back by how easy it is to ask somethin from Raymond.