Work on Sunday sucked. I did about 4 dances on the floor and got replaced in my one and only VIP.
I sat with this guy that I recognized from about a year ago. He was a total coke head scum bag, but he had a lot of money and I remember doing 1 1/2 hours with him last time and him being manageable.
Well, I had to go on stage and while I was up there another girl went and sat with him. I gave her the benefit of the doubt that she didn't know I was there, and clearly he didn't tell her to leave, so whatever. I know she's a good hustler and can often get guys into VIP, so I figured it might be to my advantage that she was there.
After my set I went and sat back down and we all talked. Finally he agreed to a room with both of us and things were looking good. Unfortunately he had already withdrawn too much cash from his account and his bank wouldn't let him take any more out of the ATM, so the room and our money had to go on credit.
When we got up there things seemed to be going well, the girl I was with was sort of taking control and I was just swaying along in the background. We were in the most private vip, which always worries me because that's the one where the most shit goes down.
Anyway, my fellow dancer started to get really nasty and it made me very uncomfortable so I just faced the other way and pretended this wasn't happening. I could tell the guy was annoyed that I wasn't being as...friendly, and at the end of the first half-hour the girl turns to me and asks, "Would you be offended if we brought up another girl?"
Whatever, I didn't want to be there for that shit anyways. So she brought up some other girl who was probably just as raunchy as her and they stayed for another hour.
I spent the rest of the night bitching to the floor guys about the customers and acting like a retard with a fellow dancer who was in a rotten mood like me.
On another note, I didn't drink at all that night. Mostly due to the fact that I partied a bit hard over the weekend and was coming down from various substances which made me feel sad.
I miss L ("the ex-roommate").
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This is a hard time of year for any dancer to make money and the cut throat stories I hear from my friend equal yours. Good luck, I am sure it will get better after New Years it always does right.
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