it wasn't even late and the club was already busy. mostly guys, but the occasional masc lesbian. rare for the west. you tried to take as many as you could, you needed the money. you were spinning around the poles when she walked in.

a red haired butch, cowboy hat on, flannel and jeans and boots shining. quickly, you pull up your shorts to show your ass, hoping she'll pick you and you can finally have a little fun with your type of woman.

she approaches with a cocky smile, and a "hey there, sweetheart." in a perfect southern drawl. her chest is flat and her voice is deep.