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.

Finally...

Friday was my first night in almost two weeks, and boy was it crazy. Unfortunately I have to go to class for two hours, but when I get back I'm gonna suck it up and write.

I actually really hate writing, if it's not apparent.

Suspended

So, I've been suspended from work all week (til Friday) because I didn't work last weekend and didn't call in to inform them that I wasn't working. Being suspended from work is a lot like being suspended from school; not really punishment.

The last night I worked was Wednesday, and I did well. Except for the fact that one of my customers (who is a regular) only gave me $300 for our hour vip, which I didn't realize until later in the night, after he left. I made up for it a little by charging the next guy $250 for the half hour, so it's not that bad. Still pisses me off, especially if he did it on purpose.

Thursday evening I decided I wanted to go to the beach. I let the mexican know of my intentions and he wanted to go too. We tried to get more people to come along, but it ended up just being us. We left around 3:00 in the morning, and got to the beach around 8:30. It was fun. We were wasted the entire time (as usual) and I'm too lazy to write out all the shenanigans we got into.

I proceeded to spend the entire rest of the weekend with him and his roommate, who is one of my best friend's boyfriend. We all hung out at the pool and drank through sunday. Monday came, and I found out I was suspended from work, which I honestly think is a good thing because it allows me to be sober for a week. So far it's been almost 3 days, and I still haven't touched alcohol.

I have a feeling I'm hanging out with the mexican tonight, so we'll see how my sobriety goes then...

What nice feet you have...

I didn't do particularly well at work any of the days I made it in this week. Not horrible, just not great.

I did have one customer who wanted to eat m&ms from between my toes. He was a foot fetish guy (and maybe and m&m one, too). At first I was like 'hell no,' but then I figured I'd rather deal with that than the usual gropeasaurus rex. So, I raised my price a bit (hey, gotta pay more for out of the ordinary shit) and off we went. It was weird, but not too bad. No regrets. It's funny getting the fetish guys, 'cause they often look nothing like you'd expect.

Tonight at work I'm going to be harassed by the bouncer, as he keeps harassing me about our next date. I just don't want to date him. Hell, I don't even want to go on any more dates with him, fancy free dinners and all. Gah. Such a shitty situation. Any suggestions on what to tell him without making our working relationship weird? I've already told him I feel weird about dating a coworker, and that I'm just not sure I want to be dating anyone right now, to no avail. What makes it worse is that all the other bouncers know about the mexican (who i'm pretty regularly sleeping with at this point), so I wonder if they told the bouncer about him.

Speaking of the mexican, we hung out this weekend and acted like drunks. It's one of those relationships (and I use that word extremely lightly) that is super fun, but probably unhealthy. Oh well. I'm not good at reading people, especially when I'm sloshed all the time, so I have no idea what's going on in his head (I'm not sure he does, either).

While I'm on the subject of men I've slept with, the ex decided to pop into the club Friday night...He's been doing that a lot lately. Luckily for me, I left 2 hours early that night, so I was literally doing my last dance of the night when he walked in. I went straight to the back after that without saying hello, and went home. Of course he had to send me some smart ass message. I really don't know what's going on in that man's head...

I would never let her do that...

This weekend, like most, was spent drinking, drinking, and drinking some more. I'm not even sure how I managed to make it to work on Saturday night, granted I was over 2 hours late. Even with my late fines and short shift I did well. I think I might do the late thing every weekend.

It's funny how it seems that the crappier you look at work, the better you do. Maybe guys really do go for the disheveled look. There will be nights where I'm super done-up; skinny body, very tan, perfect outfit, hair perfect, nails done up, impeccable makeup, the whole nine yards...and nothing. Then, there are nights like Saturday where I'm suffering from alcohol poof, pool hair, skanky nails, bathing suit tan lines and I do great. Probably just a coincidence.

Friday night I went out with a bunch of people, including the Mexican (new name for my friend's boyfriend's roommate). It was fun, but I drank a bit too much. When I go out I dance; I'm not one of those sit-at-the-bar and look bored types. I'm out on the floor. Apparently this bothered some people the other night, as a group of girls approached the Mexican and said something to the effect of "I can't believe you let your girlfriend go off and dance with other dudes like that...I would never do that." A few things about that

a)I'm not his girlfriend

b)I would never want to be with a guy who 'lets' his s.o. do stuff. wtf?

c)Why do people care so much about what other people (who they don't even know) are doing.

d)What a tacky way to hit on someone.

e)It's weird hanging out with a guy who's attractive enough to get hit on by multiple girls in the course of a night.

Anyways. Night ended and Saturday started way too early. Somehow almost our entire group had disappeared through the course of the night and when we woke up it was just the Mexican and me. We promptly hit up McDonalds, Target, and the liquor store (in that order), and started day two of the holiday weekend. Saturday consisted of both of us being trashed the entire day. Our friends rejoined at some point and we spent a few hours at the pool. I remember we kept trying to go off and...make sexytime, and we kept getting interrupted. Then the Mexican passed out and I decided about two hours too late that I should head into work. Glad I did, though.

Sunday was fairly tame in comparison, just the traditional cookout and chill at the pool memorial day thing.

Refreshing

My week-long hiatus from work came to an end on Wednesday. Things were definitely slow this week, maybe because this is the last week of grade school?

On Wednesday one of my easy regulars came in and did an hour. That was basically most of the money I made that night. I somehow kept my drinking to a minimum, even though I hadn't imbibed for a week. I'm trying to lose some of my tolerance for memorial day, so I can get nice a tipsy without too much effort. It's kind of sad how much thought I put into these things.

Last night was blah-tastic. One of my friends almost got fired for pouring juice on a guy-multiple times. In her defense, the motherfucker totally deserved it. First, he tried to slide a nickel between buttcheeks. Now, I guess this could be silly/funny if you have really strong rapport with the guy, but she didn't. Then he made the mistake of slipping a dime into her garter. She flipped the fuck out. She went to grab the carafe of cranberry juice that was on the table. Luckily, a girl grabbed it out of her hand before any damage was done. Unfortunately, there was another one filled with orange juice within reach, and this one met its target. Clearly feeling that the oj was not enough, she then started grabbing rogue drinks scattered about the table and dousing the douche with those as well. She got a stern lecture from out manager, who kindly asked her 'not to be so ghetto', and the offender was kicked out.

Other than that, a totally boring night.

Hey ma

Soooo.

Wednesday night was lame. I was pretty bored/annoyed all night. I felt like I drank a ton, but ended up blowing really low. That was nice. Now I have a week off work since I'm out of town!

I hung out with my friend's boyfriend's roommate again. He can be really dumb, but I like him. It's weird, the thing/s that cause you to like someone. I don't even know what it is, there are just some people I'm attracted to, regardless of their looks or personality. Maybe it's pheromones or something.

We didn't have sex, mostly because we were in the bed with two friends of mine, and I thought it would be pretty gross to go at it right next to them, even though they were passed out.

Apparently he's referring to me as his 'girl' to our friends. Funny. He's half mexican, so he always calls me ma, and that cracks me up.

I'm in sort of an odd position right now. There's the bouncer, who I don't really have an interest in, but kept bugging me for another date, which I mistakenly accepted. Now he's insistent that we do it again, and I don't know how to end things. Normally I'd just tell him that it's not gonna happen, but because I work with him, it's weird. Plus I already tried that and it didn't work. Gah.

Well, maybe I'll meet a hot Harvard graduate while I'm up here and just stay here. That would solve all my boy problems.