Wednesday night started out horribly. I was in a piss poor mood and just stood around glaring at customers all night.
At around 2:00 I had accepted the fact that the night had been a bust and decided I'd just try again tomorrow. Then, as I was dancing for some regulars I noticed a guy staring at me in the corner. He was wearing a baseball cap and a t-shirt, but I just had a feeling about him.
I decided to approach, and after about 2 minutes of small-talk he asked if I wanted to spend the rest of the night in VIP. Fuck an A!
He was fairly obnoxious in vip, but at $400 an hour I can't complain. At one point he did pull out some coke but I faced the other way and let him do his shit.
So the night turned out waaaaaay better than I expected and I didn't have to work Thursday.
The life of a stripper.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment