So last night I finally worked a shift and danced. It's been years.
There was one custie in particular who I was chatting with for most of the night because he was tipping me well (everytime I went on stage), buying me drinks and he was actually fun to talk to. He kept telling me how attracted he was to me. He then asked if I had a boyfriend. I said "no" and used the "single mom line." I said that I had no time for relationships, etc. Next thing you know it, he started talking about how he would love to take out and just "hang out." I used a cutesy giggle and said "maybe, after I get to know you some more. However, you can always come back and visit me at the club tomorrow *giggle*!"
As time went on, he kept pushing to see me outside the club - and I kept giving excuses. He replied by saying "Man, I know you're blowing me off. I know how you strippers are, etc." He made all kinds of comments, even something about someone at your house with a baseball bat - WTF. I didn't quite understand what he was saying because he was slurring. By this time, he was already pissy and I was getting annoyed and weirded out that he was acting this way.
I did another stage set. This time around, the pissed off custie wasn't tipping me. He was watching me dance though, and he made it a point to let me know that he was angry. I kept trying to smile at him, but I got no smile back in return. Anyway, another custie sits at the tip rail and throws some money on the stage. Pissed off custie comes over too and drops some money, while giving me the evil eye. Then, he waved goodbye and left.
An hour later, I was walked out to my car by security. Security blurts out "what the hell is (enter custie's name here) doing??" Turns out that pissed off custie was still in the parking lot, in his car, doing god knows what. I let security know of my concerns, and he said that he would make sure that the custie didn't drive off the lot the same time as I did.
Now I'm not sure what to do. I have another shift tonight, but I'm hesitating on going. Other than the incident last night, I would still like to work there, but he really freaked me out. How do I know he's not waiting in another parking lot nearby, after I get off work?
I am going to buy some pepper spray today. I already have the local police department tel # on my phone. Not sure what else to do. I would hate to not be able to work at this club because of one custie who doesn't know the difference between fantasy and real life.
I'm not sure how to approach this. My palms get sweaty thinking about last night.![]()



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