I closed my eyes to calm myself for a while then reopened them to retry my earlier option.

“With all due respect sir, I am not a whore and also stop creating a scene in here you're drunk”. I pleaded with him.

It was like fuel to a raging furnace. In a split second the dirty martini was on my face. He had poured the drink on me. That was it.

I slapped the drunk customer across the face in anger. How dare he disrespect and embarrass me like that.

“What the hell do ...