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horror stories of the dancing game
i was reading a post a minute ago and read a sentence of a girl in MD who got killed. i believe she was a dancer.
does anyone care to share their own personal horror stories or stories they've heard about regarding dancers while working at the club or during private parties?
i can't stress it enough how important it is for us to be as safe as we can in this industry.
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Theres alreddy a post about sum horror and funny storys about other dancers..
http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=69961
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i looked at some of those posts and they were comical posts.
i'm typing about real life, scary incidences. life threatening.
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i had a guy get very physical with me in VIP. it started by him grabbing my hips very hard. i told him that he was hurting me and he did it harder, digging his nails in. when i turned to leave he grabbed my hair and pulled it. i tried to leave and he pulled me down. i punched him about 7 times in the face, giving him a bloody nose and black eye. i think he was too shocked to do anything about it. when he stood up i kicked him in the balls.
that's my only -personal- "scary" story.
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i also had a guy get physical in the VIP - he slammed me against the wall and almost ripped my hand off.. but the bouncers got him
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Originally Posted by thegreatdame
i looked at some of those posts and they were comical posts.
i'm typing about real life, scary incidences. life threatening.
Ohh okay.. Sorry :)
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I had a guy hold me down with one hand and whip his cock out with the other and try and rape me... I was in shock but the bouncers got him. I've had my eyebrow ring ripped out by a guy cuz I wouldnt let him grab my pussy... needless to say the bouncers didnt get a chance with him cuz I finished him off. I've been bitten, punched and fingered.
People wonder why I dont like to do private dances anymore.
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Always make sure custys NEVER know where u live... When i 1st started danceing ( not long ago at all) little did i know a custy follow'd me home. Creepy.
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OMG cally!..so glad youre okay!
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I've always felt pretty safe in the club. I expierenced an atttempted robbery when I was working at a pizza restaurant (I was too stupid to know that the guy was trying to rob me::), I was like "gosh, I've never seen a real gun before. Can I hold it?").
I did work at a club where the sewer backed up- Yuck! I was afraid that my clothes and stuff was going to get ruined, but I had everything off the floor, so it was fine.
I did work at a place where one of the bouncer's got shot and killed by a customer in the strip club. Another dancer got shot in the leg at the same time. I wasn't there that week, but I had worked at that club the week prior.
In Alaska, I saw one dancer beat another dancer to a bloody pulp. There were police and ambulances involved in that situation. One girl went to jail the other went to the ICU.
There was one time I was working in a club at a truck stop, and a semi truck's brakes went out and it crashed into the side of building (no one was hurt). That was pretty terrifying.
Most of the stuff that goes on in the strip club is just annoying, not scary or life threatenting. I imagine that working in construction is more dangerous that dancing. Working as a nurse or other medical professional is probably more life threatening (from the paitents, anyway) than a dancer is threatened by her customers.
Oh, I picked up a psycho stalker once working for a nice restaurant. Dude even hired a PI to get my personal info:O.
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Oh god Paris. That would creep me out. I've learned the hard way not to pick up customers from SW. I got myself my very own stalker from that situation. Dude went as far as to get my phone number from some other girl and then do a full search on me. Found out my address, credit info etc... then had the nerve to laugh about it and say its not stalking ::)
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My friend got kidnapped and raped after she got off work one night. She went to the gas station right by the club and the guy got in her passenger side and held a knife to her throat. He made her drive to a trailer that he had hidden away and he did his thing. She came out of it ok, but it was a pretty horrifying experience.
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Originally Posted by Cally
I had a guy hold me down with one hand and whip his cock out with the other and try and rape me... I was in shock but the bouncers got him. I've had my eyebrow ring ripped out by a guy cuz I wouldnt let him grab my pussy... needless to say the bouncers didnt get a chance with him cuz I finished him off. I've been bitten, punched and fingered.
People wonder why I dont like to do private dances anymore.
Holy Crap:eek:!! I've had a pretty mellow career. In the 8 years that I've been dancing, the most violent things I've witnessed had to do with the other dancers, not the customers.
I try to tap into my "6th sense" when picking clubs to work at, though. I can't say why, exactly, but I have walked away from clubs that just didn't feel right.
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I guess thats what happens when I work in high contact alcohol serving nude clubs. Funny thing is the clubs this stuff has happend at has been the better clubs. When I work in the dives I have no problems.
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Lets see...
that crazy shit hole in NY ... the entire fucking thing was creepy and scarey. I cant even begin to start on that. I just had to mention it.
Shit hole club in Indy. A few years ago, A few guys were arguing inside the club ... end of the night comes and they carry it outside. I go to leave out the side door ( as we always did. ) and i saw one of them get his brains blasted out of his skull onto the dumpster. From what I understand no one was ever arrested.
Same club. I was on the fucking stage., guys again arguing... they open fire in the club. I believe a man was killed then as well. Again amazingly no one arrested.
There was one other shooting but I dont recall when it was because I wasn't working there then.
Seen a girl get into a fight there with another girl ... Chick one punched chick two so hard she broke her jaw.. and the girl pissed on herself... had a ton of hair come out and was stomped in the face at least twice with chick 1's stileto heels.
The worst I've had was a customer that was more creepy then bothering me physically. He kept pinching and pulling at my skin saying how nice and firm it was..then he'd lunge to bite me on the shoulders or face. For no reason. The guy looked like a normal "dad" sorta type.. those are ALWAYS the most fuckedup people. he ended up llifting his shirt and having Large long nipples. I've NEVER seen shit like this in my life.
and honey i've seen it all.
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Hmm...the scariest thing the happened was at a small and dumpy club too. The owner was shot and stabbed on the day shift while we were all there....they had gotten into his office and made him open the safe, then shot and stabbed him. They got out, and no one knew what happened until he came crawling out of his office bleeding and moaning. We were screaming at the idiot DJ to turn off the music and turn on the lights, but he kept pumping and dancing away for three minutes. I went up to him, shook him, and said, "The owner just got shot...turn off the music and turn on the lights." Meanwhile, a custy called 911 with a cell....we all had to stay there when the police came and interviewed everyone. He was taken to the hospital, but we closed up the club for the day after the police left. He recovered completely.
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jesus... the rest of these stories make mine look like nothing. now i don't want to go back to work. O_O
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Originally Posted by Pretty_Penny
i had a guy get very physical with me in VIP. it started by him grabbing my hips very hard. i told him that he was hurting me and he did it harder, digging his nails in. when i turned to leave he grabbed my hair and pulled it. i tried to leave and he pulled me down. i punched him about 7 times in the face, giving him a bloody nose and black eye. i think he was too shocked to do anything about it. when he stood up i kicked him in the balls.
that's my only -personal- "scary" story.
Scary for whom? :-)
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Shit hole club in Indy. A few years ago, A few guys were arguing inside the club ... end of the night comes and they carry it outside. I go to leave out the side door ( as we always did. ) and i saw one of them get his brains blasted out of his skull onto the dumpster. From what I understand no one was ever arrested.
and honey i've seen it all.
Let me guess, Club Rio right?
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I was followed home from work one night and held up at gunpoint on my front porch. The guy said something like "Where's all your money you made tonight?", so I know it wasn't a random thing.
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Good job for you!! That is what their balls are for when they are jerks. Kick the shit out of them!! Always carry pepper spray too, it works wonders. Has anyone tried that after kicking their balls?
Lisa
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years ago at dockside dolls in columbus ohio, someone got shot. I never went back.
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Lol, pepper sray doesn't do much if some guy has a gun. I'd say go get a handgun and learn how to use it before you waste your time with mace. This is a long story but I think it's important to new girls or those of us who let our gaurd down...
I had a stalker once. It went like this. I had just moved to Ft Lauderdale from Miami and only really knew two people in the county, a girlfriend from school that I also danced with sometimes and the guy I was dating. One morning my dog and I had come home (after sleeping at bf's house) to find "SLUT" scrawled on my door. Thought aybe it was his ex or a neighbor who dodn't like my chosen profession. I fix it and think nothing of it.
Two weeks later I stay at bf's again and this time left my dog at home, a neighbor says to me "you need to do something about your dog, he was barking all night". My dog is usually very well behaved. I go upstairs to check and someone had tried to pry my window open. I call the police, thinking someone had tried to rob my apartment and they don't particullarly care b/c nothing was broken or stolen. I make no mental connection between the two incidences.
I am at work one night nad it had been really slow. There were two girls there about to call a cab but I offered to bring them home. As I am pulling out of the parking lot I notice a Green Jeep with a yellow smiley cover on the extra wheel. He turns left I turn right. I drive North and then east but the girls were from out of town so I had to make a u-turn and head west. I drop them off after about 20 minutes of wrong turns and as I am pullling in to their hotel I notice a very similar Jeep on the side of me. I am now about 10 miles NW of the club and had seen him head South so I think nothing of it really and start to drive back south before I head home when I FINALLY realize he is following me. I get on the highway then off and he is still there. He oulls up along side of me and tells me I have a flat tire (which is bullshit as I had drive-flat radials on that car and they don't go flat on their own). I see two cop cars at a gas station so I pull in but I don't see him anymore. I didn't even talk to the cops because they can be assholes downhere and would've searched my car for dugs, given me a sobriety test, etc. the second I told them I had just left the strip club.
I feel a little relief and get back on the road but there he is behind me again, so I oull into my usual gas station and the guy pulls in also and walks over to my window and says : "You know when you see someone, and you just have to say something when the moment is right... I mean you're the only person I've had a connection with since my divorce". The clerk at the store must have sensed that something was wrong because he came outside and asked if I was Ok. I shook my head no and he went in to call the cops but the guy took off. I decide to just go sleep at my friends house cause I was scared shitless. I drive to her house and call her and call her and she's not picking up but I see his Jeep at the edge of her parking lot so I wasn't going to get out.
I call the cops and ask them to meet me at my house. They want to know who he is and I don't know. Even to this day. I know he wasn't a customer of mine because I would have at least remebered his face. I go to the club and they tell me if he comes back they'll call the police, they make me talk to a detective that has experience with stalking cases.
I talk to the waitress who had served him and she said he sits in the back a few times a week and just stares at me, apparently I never noticed him but he new a hell of a lot about me (where I was from, which dancers I was friendly with, where I hung out after work, etc.)
I talk to my neighbors and one tells me there has been a guy in a white car sitting downstairs a lot lately. Although it was a differnet vehicle the guy fit the description. I decided to pack up my apartment and head out of town for a little bit. My landlord wouldn't let me out of the lease so I had to pay rent on it and give my mom money to stay at her house. When I came back to FL I went to work somewhere else and never put my photo in excitement again. I also changed the color of my hair and have since got a new car but this guy is still out there somewhere in my county and could find me again. There's not much I can do anyway
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Also, I've seen dancers bloody each other in fights, a gun or two in the club. A few weeks ago a girl got beat up by her pimp in front of everyone. Two girls died of drug overdose. A dancer and a bouncer each die in drunk driving accidents. One girl commited suicide and two girls that I danced with have been murdered.