The Mexican was out of town for a little while last week, so I utilized my time and got my ass into work. Did pretty well, guess it's like riding a bike.
Three of my most recent exes (the ex, colorado guy, and ga tech kid) have all contacted me within the last two weeks. All out of nowhere. I don't talk to them ever, and I'm not even friends with them on facebook, yet I got three emails (and a phone call, and an appearance at my work) from them all within a week and a half of eachother. Guess it's the holiday season?
Welp, going to try and start updating a little more often. I'm working thanksgiving, so hopeful something eventful will happen
Showing posts with label contact with the ex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label contact with the ex. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
I want you to beg
So, I'm finally getting around to posting this...
Friday night: I go in with a slight buzz, seeing as I haven't worked in two weeks, and that can be terrifying.
The night starts out normally. I sit with a drink buying regular and chat a bit. After my stage set I dance for a few customers, one who gives me $100 for two dances. Things go stagnant for a little while.
As I'm walking around somewhat aimlessly, a dancer friend of mine calls me over to her table, where she's sitting with a single dude.
"He likes you," she says with her country drawl.
I sit down and we begin talking. I encourage some more shots all around, and they're taken. I can tell the customer is getting pretty drunk, and decide it's time for something to happen. I tell him that both me and the other girl are going to dance for him, and he agrees. We do one dance and he gives us both a hundred dollar bill. This alerts me to the fact that this man has money, and he came to spend it.
I start pushing for vip. Normally, I'm not a big vip hustler. If the guy brings it up, i'll go, but I don't normally try for it. Except in cases like this. If I know there's a lot of money at stake, I up my game.
After some hemming and hawing, he agrees to go with both of us. I can tell by how I made the sale that this guy likes to be ordered around. I love these ones.
We get into the room and he does and hour off the bat, as well as buys a $300 bottle of champagne. Then things start to get weird.
I'm not sure how any of what happened even started, because I was pretty buzzed, but somehow (after some coke was snorted, by him) my friend and I get into some pretty heavy dominatrix-y type shit. We're taking turns hitting him with his belt, choking him (worried me a bit, certainly didn't want to do actual damage), making him beg and plead to touch us, ordering him to refer to us as master...It was fun, but my friend and I just kept shooting eachother these looks, like 'what the hell is going on?'.
He ends up doing two hours, and then tipping us $300 on top of that, so we both made out pretty well.
He leaves, and when the waitress comes in (I also got him to tip the waitress $300), she notices that we barely drank any of our champagne. She takes the bottle back to one of the waitress stations, where I will be reunited with it later.
Later being about 15 minutes after leaving the vip. So I'm back there, chugging champagne from the bottle, when I look over in the direction of the bar and see...the ex. He's been popping in almost every weekend lately, not sure why, and this time he's brought a girl with him.
So, of course he first sees me going to town on a huge (it was larger than the normal size) bottle of champagne. I walk over to him to give my usual 'what the fuck are you doing here?' speech. He introduces me to his little midget female who looks like she should have been an extra on the wizard of oz. Then he starts trying to get all touchy with me, and I shut that shit down immediately. I then proceed to drunkenly go off on him, and tell his chick that he's nothing less than an asshole piece of shit who I never want to see again. Not yet satisfied, I go and tip the bouncer $40 to have him removed. He is told to leave, hopefully making him look like a jackass in front of his date(?).
The rest of the night went fine. I blew very high, a .21 I think, and get a cab home. When I get home, I must have had some sort of temper tantrum, because when I wake up the next morning there's crap strewn about my apartment, including a broken plate.
All other facets of my life are going well, and I'm resuming my regular work schedule.
Friday night: I go in with a slight buzz, seeing as I haven't worked in two weeks, and that can be terrifying.
The night starts out normally. I sit with a drink buying regular and chat a bit. After my stage set I dance for a few customers, one who gives me $100 for two dances. Things go stagnant for a little while.
As I'm walking around somewhat aimlessly, a dancer friend of mine calls me over to her table, where she's sitting with a single dude.
"He likes you," she says with her country drawl.
I sit down and we begin talking. I encourage some more shots all around, and they're taken. I can tell the customer is getting pretty drunk, and decide it's time for something to happen. I tell him that both me and the other girl are going to dance for him, and he agrees. We do one dance and he gives us both a hundred dollar bill. This alerts me to the fact that this man has money, and he came to spend it.
I start pushing for vip. Normally, I'm not a big vip hustler. If the guy brings it up, i'll go, but I don't normally try for it. Except in cases like this. If I know there's a lot of money at stake, I up my game.
After some hemming and hawing, he agrees to go with both of us. I can tell by how I made the sale that this guy likes to be ordered around. I love these ones.
We get into the room and he does and hour off the bat, as well as buys a $300 bottle of champagne. Then things start to get weird.
I'm not sure how any of what happened even started, because I was pretty buzzed, but somehow (after some coke was snorted, by him) my friend and I get into some pretty heavy dominatrix-y type shit. We're taking turns hitting him with his belt, choking him (worried me a bit, certainly didn't want to do actual damage), making him beg and plead to touch us, ordering him to refer to us as master...It was fun, but my friend and I just kept shooting eachother these looks, like 'what the hell is going on?'.
He ends up doing two hours, and then tipping us $300 on top of that, so we both made out pretty well.
He leaves, and when the waitress comes in (I also got him to tip the waitress $300), she notices that we barely drank any of our champagne. She takes the bottle back to one of the waitress stations, where I will be reunited with it later.
Later being about 15 minutes after leaving the vip. So I'm back there, chugging champagne from the bottle, when I look over in the direction of the bar and see...the ex. He's been popping in almost every weekend lately, not sure why, and this time he's brought a girl with him.
So, of course he first sees me going to town on a huge (it was larger than the normal size) bottle of champagne. I walk over to him to give my usual 'what the fuck are you doing here?' speech. He introduces me to his little midget female who looks like she should have been an extra on the wizard of oz. Then he starts trying to get all touchy with me, and I shut that shit down immediately. I then proceed to drunkenly go off on him, and tell his chick that he's nothing less than an asshole piece of shit who I never want to see again. Not yet satisfied, I go and tip the bouncer $40 to have him removed. He is told to leave, hopefully making him look like a jackass in front of his date(?).
The rest of the night went fine. I blew very high, a .21 I think, and get a cab home. When I get home, I must have had some sort of temper tantrum, because when I wake up the next morning there's crap strewn about my apartment, including a broken plate.
All other facets of my life are going well, and I'm resuming my regular work schedule.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
MMA psycho
Last night was my best money night this week. Still wasn't great, but I walked with almost $500 and only worked 5.5 hours.
The little asian man is back. He'd been gone for about 3 weeks because his mom was sick but she finally passed away. I sat with him for much of the night and made most of my money there.
The other customer of mine that night was a fucking psychopath.
I was on the main stage for my first stage set of the night and a larger blonde man with a fresh black eye came up and tipped me a $20. Then about 2 minutes later he came up to the stage again and tipped me another $20. He tells me to come see him after my set and I'm like "yes sir!"
So I go over to his table and sit. He immediately hands me another $20 upon my arrival. Then things start to get weird. He tells me he's an MMA fighter and he had a fight earlier in the day, hence the black eye. It's pretty brutual as far a black eyes go, the whole left side of his face is swollen and bruised and his cheek bone feels broken (yes, he made me feel it). He seems ok with this. He immediately orders two shots of tequila for himself and a shot of vodka for me.
When the shots come he aggressively squeezes the lime into the shot and then tosses the juiceless lime at a girl's ass who is dancing at the table beside us. Hmmm. She turns around and he just smiles at her and then hands her a $20. I guess she decides that the $20 is worth not making a fuss and turns back around to continue her dance.
Mr. MMA is not done with his shenanigans yet.
He starts flinging stuff off the table like a child throwing a tantrum. The ashtray, cigar menu, redbull can, and an empty box of cigarettes are all casualties of his outburst. I start to feel annoyed and tell him I need to go walk around and make some money. He hands me two more $20s and tells me to stay. Ugh.
He then decides to shove a $20 bill into a beer bottle. Once it's in there he turns to an innocent bystander at our table and tells him he can get it out. He takes the bottle and smashes it against the base of the table, shattering the bottle. Not only is there broken glass all over the floor, he managed to cut his hand during the incident, so his hand is all bloody. Of course he doesn't notice right away and gets some blood on my new white top. "you just got blood on me sir," I say in a rather annoyed tone. He hands me two more $20s. He pours some beer on his hand to get the blood off.
The fun isn't over yet, though. He decides to go back to harassing every customer within a 3 ft. radius of himself. He throws a straw at one guy's head. He then makes fun of another guy's jacket. This goes on and on until I finally tell him that I need to go because he's acting like a child and he's going to start a fight. He gives me 40 more dollars and I get the fuck out of there.
About 7 minutes later I see him being escorted out by two bouncers and have a happy party in my head. At least I made $180 off him and only sat there for around 30 minutes.
Still, I'm not entirely sure it was worth it.
The ex started laying it on pretty heavy yesterday and casually mentioned that we should hang out again. Hmmm. I think we're both kind of lame, really.
The little asian man is back. He'd been gone for about 3 weeks because his mom was sick but she finally passed away. I sat with him for much of the night and made most of my money there.
The other customer of mine that night was a fucking psychopath.
I was on the main stage for my first stage set of the night and a larger blonde man with a fresh black eye came up and tipped me a $20. Then about 2 minutes later he came up to the stage again and tipped me another $20. He tells me to come see him after my set and I'm like "yes sir!"
So I go over to his table and sit. He immediately hands me another $20 upon my arrival. Then things start to get weird. He tells me he's an MMA fighter and he had a fight earlier in the day, hence the black eye. It's pretty brutual as far a black eyes go, the whole left side of his face is swollen and bruised and his cheek bone feels broken (yes, he made me feel it). He seems ok with this. He immediately orders two shots of tequila for himself and a shot of vodka for me.
When the shots come he aggressively squeezes the lime into the shot and then tosses the juiceless lime at a girl's ass who is dancing at the table beside us. Hmmm. She turns around and he just smiles at her and then hands her a $20. I guess she decides that the $20 is worth not making a fuss and turns back around to continue her dance.
Mr. MMA is not done with his shenanigans yet.
He starts flinging stuff off the table like a child throwing a tantrum. The ashtray, cigar menu, redbull can, and an empty box of cigarettes are all casualties of his outburst. I start to feel annoyed and tell him I need to go walk around and make some money. He hands me two more $20s and tells me to stay. Ugh.
He then decides to shove a $20 bill into a beer bottle. Once it's in there he turns to an innocent bystander at our table and tells him he can get it out. He takes the bottle and smashes it against the base of the table, shattering the bottle. Not only is there broken glass all over the floor, he managed to cut his hand during the incident, so his hand is all bloody. Of course he doesn't notice right away and gets some blood on my new white top. "you just got blood on me sir," I say in a rather annoyed tone. He hands me two more $20s. He pours some beer on his hand to get the blood off.
The fun isn't over yet, though. He decides to go back to harassing every customer within a 3 ft. radius of himself. He throws a straw at one guy's head. He then makes fun of another guy's jacket. This goes on and on until I finally tell him that I need to go because he's acting like a child and he's going to start a fight. He gives me 40 more dollars and I get the fuck out of there.
About 7 minutes later I see him being escorted out by two bouncers and have a happy party in my head. At least I made $180 off him and only sat there for around 30 minutes.
Still, I'm not entirely sure it was worth it.
The ex started laying it on pretty heavy yesterday and casually mentioned that we should hang out again. Hmmm. I think we're both kind of lame, really.
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