Runaway money.

I'm supposed to be out shopping but I'm feeling lazy so I decided to have a few shots and write an entry first.

Wednesday night was...interesting.

I sat around for about the first hour and half as usual. Drank 3 sugar free redbulls (my newest vice) and talked with the other strippers. Then I sat at a hightop with a group of guys who seemed to have money. They bought me some shots and got some dances. They also had the bright idea of trying to get as many girls as possible dancing on the table at once. We had five girls up there at one point, and the tables aren't that big. No one could really do anything other than wiggle back and forth. Table dances do please me though because they cost $20 a dance instead of the usual $10.

Little old asian man was also in. He didn't spend that much money, I think I may have gotten ~$150 from him.

Last but certainly not least was retard asshole. Retard asshole grabbed me as I was walking to the back and asked if I did dances.

"uh, yeah. Do you want one?"

"I want a few, let's find a chair"

So we go sit at an abandoned table and I do a dance. When the song is over I ask if he wants another one and he says yeah, he wants a lot. After a few more I ask if he can go ahead and pay me for the ones I've done. He says that he only has a three hundred dollar bills so he'll pay me after the first ten. Now I should have told him to pay me then and I'd get him change but I didn't. It's not too unusual that guys come in with only hundreds so I figured I'd just do the rest.

I'm about 8 dances through when I get called on stage. I tell the customer that I'm going to stage and that he better not leave while I'm up there. I also notify the bouncer to keep an eye on him just to be safe.

After my stage set I go back and do my last two dances. At this point I'm exhausted. My knees hurt like hell, I'm starting to get sweaty and I feel kind of light headed due to not much food and a lot of red bull.

"ok, time for you to pay."

"uh, I have to go to the bathroom first"

"No, you need to pay me now or I'll have to get the bouncer."

"I actually don't have the money on me, it's in my car. Let me go get it."

"...Hahahahahaha. No. You need to either pay me now or go to the atm and get money out to pay me with."

"I don't have any money on my debit card. I need to go to my car. I promise I'll be back with your money."

At this point I know that I'm not getting my money and I'm pissed. I do the next best thing (to getting my cash) and tell one of the bouncers,

"This guy says he needs to get money out of his car to pay me with. Can you accompany him to his vehicle?"

This basically means that the guy is skipping out on me and I'd like you to go outside and rough him up a bit.

I tip the bouncers quite well so that when a situation arises they are willing to do these sorts of things for me.

They both go outside and I go to the bar where a regular of mine is sitting. I tell him about the situation and he can tell I'm pretty upset. About 20 minutes go by and there's no sign of the bouncer or the asshole retard. My customer (who is well known by club staff), goes outside to check on things. Both him and the bouncer return sans asshole retard or my money. Then my regular goes to the atm and gets out $100 and gives it to me. He tells me that the bouncer and the valet beat the guy up a bit and he actually had to get them to calm down.

At least I got my money in the end even if not from the right person.

I swear to god if I ever see that guy again I'm going to murder him.

Drama and all I still made over $500, even though I'm pretty sure my blood pressure suffered a bit.