I have to get this out because I can't believe it happened.
Background - One of my best girlfriends R. lives in Reno and has a two-bedroom apartment to herself. One of our mutual friends and I decided to go on a fun little road trip to Reno so we could hang out with R. I also planned to work. I'm not going to mention real names or club names but I had a really bad experience and wanted to share.
We arrive on Thursday and Friday I go to audition at the club where I want to work. Everything goes smoothly and the manager D. says I have to work a few day shifts before I go on nights. That was fine I said.
I start my first dayshift Sunday. The club seems dead. There is a group of four customers and another single guy at the stage. There are only three girls working.
Let me preface this story by saying that actually auditioning and going to work at a new club was a big deal for me. I've been nervous/depressed for about three months and just didn't think I could handle stripping.
I immediately sell a 15-minute VIP room. D. checks us into the room and the guy pays upfront. The cost was $175 ($125 I keep) and I got a $100 tip on top of that.
We exit the VIP and sit at the bar. I don't drink alcohol. One of the other dancers comes up to us and another of my customer's friends. The friend says Who should I choose? and I just smile. I'm already hustling my customer for the VIP Lounge (which costs $1000) and I'm the new girl. I'm not going to aggressively hustle. She starts to rub her body up against the friend and they go for a 15-minute VIP.
I have to go on stage and when I return my customer tells me that his friend said he just got his dick sucked in VIP for $175. He says he's not sure he should spend over $1000 on me when he could spend $175. I am so goddamn proud of myself for what transpired next. I looked him in the eyes and said that I couldn't do sex but we could have a great time and he would always remember it. I somehow convinced him to go and I set my boundaries.
D. the manager sets us up in the skybox. My customer pays $1000 for a bottle and my time (I was supposed to get $500) and when D. brings the bill he tips $200 and says specifically $100 is for me and $100 is for D. The customer was more of a beer drinker and D. hooked him up with some Coronas with lime on ice. I was actually impressed with D.'s managerial actions and intended to give him a sizable tip after the hour was over.
My customer and I slow dance for a while and then he says he has to go pee. I'm feeling pretty great about myself at this point. My first shift back dancing - a day shift no less - and I've already made
$125 for the 15-minute regular VIP
$500 for an hour in the VIP Lounge
$100 tip he put on the credit card
$40 for selling a bottle
$100 tip from the 15-minute regular VIP
It had not even been an hour into my shift and I had already made $865. I was sober and sipping cranberry juice in the VIP Lounge while the clock was running and my customer was off in the bathroom. Life was good.
Suddenly the only two other dancers on shift come up into the skybox and said Can we steal a beer? I immediately got pissed but kept my cool. I said Guys I'm in here for an hour. Anyway my customer returns and they immediately start hustling him from inside my skybox. What the fuck? One girl (let's call her P.) actually said to my customer I thought you said you were broke. Next time you should bring us up here. I was livid but did nothing because again it was my first day.
They ask my customer for beer and leave.
My customer has to go to the bathroom again and I step outside VIP to tell the manager what the other girls did. I said I'm not trying to get anyone in trouble here but that man just spent almost 2 grand
$500 on a bottle of Grey Goose
$500 for my time in the VIP lounge
$200 for a tip
$175 for a 15-minute VIP
$100 for my previous tip
and a motherfucking 30% $360 credit card surcharge
and I felt it was unprofessional for the girls to come heckle him in my VIP. He said he would talk to them.
Well right after I get out of VIP P. comes up to me and gets up in my face. She says You're not getting us in trouble but what you're doing back there is fucked up. She then said that my customer's friends confirmed that I was doing sexual things in the VIP. I said sweetie they told my customer you sucked dick for $175 so I wouldn't listen to them. I talked her down calmly.
Shortly after this the manager says he is going to pay me out. He owes me $500 for the VIP $125 for my previous fee $100 for my tip and a $40 commission for selling the bottle. All in all $765. He pays me $200 short. I am again calm and I say that he left out the tip that I got for the VIP Lounge and I was $100 short on top of that. He says that the customer has to specify that the tip goes to me or it all goes to him. He also only gave me $400 for the VIP Lounge even though the girl is supposed to keep all her money in there since in order to get up there you have to sell a fucking $500 bottle. Instead he gave me what I would have made in the regular VIP which is a $400/$550 commission split. I calmly said that this wasn't fair and that he didn't tell the customer that he had to write down my name on the receipt. He smirks at me and says he did. I say no you didn't. I was being perfectly calm.
Then the inner raging frat boy is awakened. Are you going to argue with me about this? he said. I'm not trying to argue I say...I'm just disagreeing because I've been shorted. He then says Do you remember who I am? The guy that hired you? I'm the fucking manager. He then says that he will 86 me from the club and says that the VIP host didn't even want to talk to me because I creeped him out. I get up from the bar to go put my clothes on and get the hell out of there with my $600+. On the way he intercepts me and grabs my fucking purse after mumbling something about me getting the fuck out of there. He holds it over my head and says I'm going to keep this as a fine. At this point I'm about to cry. I threaten to call the police. He then says that he will go get my clothes himself and throw them out in the street. He calls me a lying whore.
I get dressed and he still has my purse. I go up to him and say Give me my purse and he does. He walks me straight out to car. Before I left I said simply You're a piece of shit. He says go back to Oregon and also says that he is going to call the police and report me for drunk driving. He also lets me know not to try Club X or Club Y because they are both owned by this club.
I drive home and cry. I call the police because I had a bruise from scuffling with him to get my purse back. Unfortunately they said there is nothing I can do about it really.
I just had to post this on SW. I felt really violated. I am going to write a letter to the owner but who knows what kind of nepotism allowed this asshole to work there. I'm not sure it will do much good. Getting ripped off or 86ed would have been no big deal but being called a lying whore and having him physically take my purse (with my keys ID and all my earnings for the shift) and hold it over my head was sort of unbearable. I've never had such a situation happen.
I think I'm done with Reno. I could try the Men's Club but I won't be here too much longer and I sort of just want to enjoy my friend's company.
Thanks for listening.


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I'm so sorry this happened to you sweetie. It sounds like you handled yourself very professionally, you should be proud of yourself.



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