It's the practical option

You trip over your own feet stepping out of the the room but you turn right back around.

$5,000 is a hell of a lot more than a couple hundred. You could pay Jack back for the money he lent you and for your past due rent. You wouldn't have to worry about rent for a while, you could fill your car up up gas, treat yourself to something nice, you could find a new job...or buy more X-Change and new outfits. Dancing is your passion and while you had to resort to stripping, as a woman, you were finally doing what you enjoyed.

"I want the money first."

A smug grin stretches across Bryan's face and he pulls a wad of $100 dollar bills out of his pocket and hands it to you and he stands in front of you patiently as you count it all out.

Satisfied with your count you slip the money into a pocket of your cutoff jeans.

"I'm laying some ground rules first. I am NOT going to give you a blowjob and we are not sticking your cock into my ass. This is over when I decide it is over and you better have a condom."

"I knew I was right about you," Bryan says with the smug grin still in place. "No blowjob, but I want you to give me the private dance I paid for."

Bryan backed himself into the lone seat in the booth and waved his hand for you to get going while he worked on his buckle.