....a coward.
This might be a bit long, but I will do my best to make it readable.
In the last few months, I have started working in different clubs around my area, reinventing my stripper persona, slowly leaving (finally I did last month) the small, ghetto topless bar I worked at for three years and generally having a better time and making more $$$.
One of the clubs I have been working in is another small, but clean, great management, Ok $$$, bikini bar.
Last month, on my third shift, I found out a dancer I had not seen in over a year was working there. That's fine w/ me. We are similar in that we are both tiny women, she being the thicker, curvier one, me being thinner, toned athletic.
On that day, I walked out to the floor and the men who had been hanging w/ her immediately sauntered over to me and were giving me a lot of attention and tipping. (stage tips only at this place).
Everything seemed fine, I worked a couple more shifts over a period of two weeks or so and then on the third one, she was working and the guys who seemed to love me would not even acknowledge me.
She and I are both older dancers, in our thirties, that happen to look young, most likely because of Latin looking faces and small bodies.
Well, she spread rumors that I was way older but had tons of surgery done. WTF?? I have never had anything done!
But I could deal with this. Then my long time reg. came into to see me another week down the road. I was working w/ her again. She was all over him when he came in. I was on stage. He walked past her and came to tip me and said, kiddingly, to me, "Why didn't you tell me she was working. If you had, I would have come to see you when she wasn't here". She got mad and left work.
My reg told me that she had run into his son (my reg is 60ish) and told him that my reg should be careful of me because she told his son, thatI am extorting his financial savings from him.![]()
Fast forward to a week ago, during the LA storms. It was horrible! I was hydroplaning everywhere and swerved where there was no lights. All the roads and freeways to my place (near the beach) were partially flooded and/or had falling debris on the roads where it wasn't well lit. I just couldn't drive home. I actually called my old club to get a recommendation for a hotel in which I would get robbed, raped or worse. The bartender offered me her couch and we didn't have to take the freeway.
She was nice, gave me some blankets and clean sweats and I waited til dawn to leave. As I was folding the stuff she lent that morning, I saw a body out of the corner of my eye, thinking it was her flatmate. So, I said 'Hello' and to my surprise, it was HER! The little shit from the club. She says, "what are you doing here'. It was so early and I had like 1 hour of sleep that I was searching for an answer. She then says, "No, what the F*&k are you doing here, this is weird". All I could say was, "Good morning to you too". She went into her room and slammed the door, I wrote a note to her roommate, thanking her for her hospitality and kindness and left.
Fast forward to last Friday night. I worked in a bigger club, had a decent night, but twisted my left foot during lap dances.
Yesterday, my foot hurt like hell, but I iced it and wrapped it and got ready to work at that bikini bar. I was also PMSing and had a headache, but I went in anyway. I get there, the music is way loud for such a small place. I see one of her reg. custies. He is affectionate w/ me and asks where I have been, et. I tell him I am surprised that he is talking to me because he is one of her friends. He said he likes me and the more I let him touch me (???) the more he will spend and pay attention to me. Yeah right.
As I am talking to him I look in the wall mirror over his shoulder and see a tiny body w/ short hair. It's HER. My foot is messed up, so if there is a fight, I am incappacitated, I am PMSing and our dressing room is a little bigger than an apartment bathroom. There is no way I can just hustle on the opposite side of the room because the place is so small!
I just said "Oh hell no", turned around and left. The owner called me a half hour later and begged me to come in and had heard that I left. I just couldn't.
If I had not been hurt, I would have stayed. Did I do the right thing by leaving? Or do i just not have any cojones?
Sorry so long.



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