I Want To See You From The Inside

I was in the habit of routinely turning men down when they didn't feel it was necessary to pay the designated minimum for a show. I was known to be rather, unpleasant about it as well. Whereas I understood that those sorts always wanted something for nothing and were generally worthless customers, I wasn't about to deal with them not even for a few bills. I loved hearing them tell me how they would never return, or that they thought I was a bitch.... Good, please do not come back to my booth.... Oh, please do me that favour would you?

There were also those that I turned down because, well they were just too weird. It is indeed possible to be too weird for me to put up with and this guy really took that title.

He would enter the booth with a small flashlight in his hand. We all knew him, he had been coming around for quite some time. I can't think of any of the girls who would deal with him, but I don't know everything.

He would always as us if we had had children.

He would come to my booth and ask me this, and I would always tell him no. (Which is the truth) and when he had finished his rounds asking all the girls there this question (The ones that had would lie and say no.) He would make his rounds a second time trying to find someone who would deal with his little fetish.

His thing was, he would want you to spread yourself open as far as possible so that he could shine his little flashlight beam right inside through the plexiglas. Somehow this was what got him hot. He wanted to see the innerds not the outters....
A bit too much for my taste. When a man is asking to see your insides there really must be something wrong with him. I mean, who thinks that innerds are hot and sexy?

No, it isnt that he wants to see the inner labia, or even the vagina.... He wants to really see INSIDE! Somehow someone was supposed to be able to open themself wide enough for him to see inside through glass, with his little tiny flaslight. I was amazed that this could be done in the fashion he was expecting. I had often told him no and that I would never do this for him. There was just no way....

I am not even sure what it was about this request really that had me wanting to run for the hills. Aside from not understanding how that was sexy for him, just the idea of someone staring at you on the inside and beating off to it got me feeling a bit nauseated.

One of the times he came in and was of course, rejected by all the girls he had returned to my booth. He said he would settle for a normal show.... Fine, that I will do without a problem. Only when we started to get into the show, he asked me for a masturbation show and paid the extra amount. Fine, That I will also do without a problem. Then of course, was not enough for him either. He wanted to again press the issue of his fetish.

I do not know what sort of girls he was used to dealing with but when I say no, it stays no. Much to his dismay I again adamently refused. He begged and pleaded. He tried to bargain with me.
"Oh only for a second, just do it once very quickly, just come on."
" No."
" Oh but come on, I just want a glance even, just a peek, just come on and I will give you triple the price."
" No."

So he spent the rest of his paid time argueing with me, but I wasn't going to budge. I had no interest in even trying to discuss it, it wasn't going to happen.

The curtain rolls down and instead of turning tail and splitting, he put more money in the box. Somehow he thought he could wear me down. He continued his begging and pleading up until the point when he really wore my patience thin. (I have very little to begin with)

For the first time since I had been there did I tell someone I thought that they were a freak. I told him he should seek help because it certainly wasn't normal being turned on by people's insides like that. I told him he was sick and I had never been more repulsed in my life and he was to leave post-haste or I would have him escorted out.
He left pissed and sad.
When I opened my door, of course all the girls there that night had heard me go off on him and just stared at me stupidly.

" I just couldn't take it. I can't stand people trying to wear me down it doesn't work but to make my stance firmer...."

Then I called security to ensure he was removed.

Call me a bitch or what have you, but wanting to see someone's insides is my personal boundry and from the looks of it, I am not alone in that.