This one requires a little background, but it's either stupid or bloody brilliant.
I was out with a buddy at a peeler joint for the first time in a couple months, and the strip club had started letting 'freelance girls' sell lap-dances, where before, only the strippers had been permitted to. Naturally, the freelance girls have already heard from a couple dancers that my friend is an easy mark, so a couple pretty young things are asking to join us within 10 minutes of us sitting down. Needless to say, my bud was shelling out for a pair of drinks within a minute.
Admittedly, for a pair of OBVIOUSLY inexperienced girls (I'd have set their ages at no more than 20, myself), they were relatively subtle about leading the conversation to the inevitable question: "Would either of you be interested in a private dance?" Being the somewhat stunned twat that I am, I looked at the poor girl that asked me and calmly told her I wasn't paying for what I could have for free. Fortunately, I'd been shopping for clothes earlier in the day, and had an extra shirt in the car, or I'd have spent the night in a gin-soaked shirt... my cheek was red for hours, though.