Old guys love coke

I made $900 on Wednesday, which was pretty nice.

The bulk of that came from a 1&1/2 hour vip. Sometimes you just get lucky and Wednesday night was one of those times.

The customer I was sitting with had just left so I decided to go and talk to a dancer friend of mine, as well as insert myself into the lap of one of the customers she was sitting with. This girl is great at getting guys into vip (I'm not), so I try and sit with her whenever I can. She doesn't mind, and she often gets me if she has a group of customers who want girls 'cause generally most guys like me. I'm not really an acquired taste, the only group that I consistently don't appeal to are black guys.

Anyways, I sit on an old guy's lap and it's game on. Shots are had, some dances are done and it's obvious the group is getting noticeably drunk. It's funny 'cause at first the guy I was with kept slipping me $20s and telling me that I didn't need to dance and I was a nice girl and all that shit that men often say under the delusion that you never hear it and they're being unique and kind. Truth is I don't mind being objectified at work and I'm going to see customers as potential money regardless of how they see me and what they tell me.

So we are discussing vip and the other two men at the table have agreed to go. I ask my guy about it and he says he'll do whatever his friends are doing-great, that was easy. Now I prefer to have a group vip in one of the larger rooms 'cause they're generally easier, plus I can get the other girls to hustle more time out of the customers that way. Unfortunately my dancer friend informs me that we're going to be doing separate rooms. Oh well.

Then, in a not-so-uncommon turn of events, my customer (who is 61, by the way) asks me if I can get any blow. Uhh...yeah, clearly we're in a strip club so there's no shortage of cocaine, but I don't like being the one of purchase it. I tell my friend that my guy wants some coke and she informs me that is what her customer and the other friend want too. We decide then to do a group room since it will be easier to get the drugs to everyone if we're all in the same room. Nice, huh?

So my friend and I go and purchase a few grams from one of the resident drug peddlers and we're good to go. The guys started out with an hour and a bottle of champagne. The room was easy, guys were fairly polite and didn't push the boundaries. Some coke was done (I only did one bump), and we had soon run out. This coincided perfectly with time running out, and my hustler-minded coworkers convinced the guys to get another half hour and we'd get them some more coke. Done and done.

Then I somehow got my customer to go out to the atm (the room and our payments had all been put on credit) and take out an extra $400 which was distributed amongst the three of us as a 'tip'. So that was $600 on credit per girl plus $100 and change per girl as a tip. Not too shabby.

The events of that night also reinforce the fact that most rich guys do coke. I had no idea it was so prevalent among the white collar crowd before working in a club.

I don't work 'til Sunday, so hopefully I can do some partying of my own this weekend.

On another note, the ex invited me to a hockey game the other night. I declined. Mostly because I wanted to work, but I would like to think I would have declined regardless of my schedule. I already know where things will go 'cause we've been there more than once before. I came up with the theory that we have some sort of 6 month rule regarding out interactions. When we met, we dated for approx. 6 months before things went sour. Then we went 6 months without contact. Once contact was initiated at that 6 month point we lived together for 6 months. Once that too went sour, we went our separate ways. Now, almost exactly 6 months down the road from our last split it seems as though contact is being re-initiated. Hmmm.