I wouldn't call him a "regular" but their is a customer who has come in to see me the past few weeks every time I have a shift- only me. He's the type of customer who you can sit with and dance whenever you feel like it and in the end he asks you how much he owes you, you give him a number and he pays it plus tips very well. It's "guaranteed" money whenever I see him come in to the club which is nice especially when it's slow.
On my last shift I was more relaxed than I usually am with him- probably getting too comfortable with the customer because we usually talk a lot and the divider between "stripper" and the real me started to fade. I let my guard down and wasn't focused on the money because I'm use to the money coming too easy from him. Mistake #1.
Anyway when I was talking with him he pays me for the (hour?) we spent together and said he needed a break (which is normal for him to say) and for me to come right back. Usually we spend a few hours together. I come back to him after ten minutes and see he's with another girl- next thing you know they go to the back room together. I felt very hurt. I thought he and I at least had a friendship? Or maybe it was just me. I let my guard down and trusted him when he told me to come back. I was angry for about 15 minutes (wasted time) just watching the girl dance on him I felt like she was taking MY money.
As soon as they are finishing up a short mexican comes up to me begging for a dance. Huh? Turns out he has a fetish for black women. He ends up taking me to VIP with extra dances afterwards. I didn't even have to try- it was all his idea (I was still upset and wasn't really in my "stripper mode") Crazy how quickly another customer will see the value in you. And fuck the other guy for lying to me. He could have just been honest and told me he wanted a different girl so I wouldn't look like an idiot searching for him in the club. I'm mad at myself for letting my guard down with him. From now on I am completely dissociating myself from customers no matter how attractive, flattering, or nice they are which usually I am great at doing. I got too comfortable with him- he probably sensed it.

