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.