Just another friendly SW reminder that everything can change in the blink of an eye.
Money was sucking for me (and most girls) tonight. I mean to the point that at midnight (5 hours into my shift) I barely had $100. To me, that is totally unacceptable. Customers were being rude, trying to get me to go home, and one guy says to me "I wanna smack your ass with this stack of $1 bills (it was $100 worth) I said "What do I get for it" knowing that he's been an asshole all night. He proceeds to smack me with it while saying "The enjoyment of knowing you could be fucking me tonight." OH HELL NO..I yelled for the bouncer and he got an earful. Then my next stage set I go up, and a couple is sitting there. I dance for them...they tip a dollar...that is not OK it's $1 MINIMUM PER PERSON on stage. I point that out..they leave the stage (not spending money on anyone or alcohol so no lose to the club), I go to the next guy, he proceeds to tell me I'm the hottest girl in the club, and he's sorry he's outta money but he's just going to sit at the stage and have me dance for me anyways. HELL NO, I tell him to leave the stage if he's not tipping, club policy. Then couple number 2 proceeds to attempt to also tip only $1 (same guy/couple that slapped my ass later in the evening) I told him it's per person and he complies.
I sell no dances for a 1/2 hour and do another set. There's now nobody on the stage (and hasn't been for the last 2 sets of other girls. And Mr. Douchebag-lookatmeIhavemoneybuti'mnotspending, man comes up. The bouncer is watching VERY closely at this point. He sticks the same wad of bills in my garter, I attempt to grab it tightly and he pulls it out. The bouncer ALMOST jumped him. In a last ditch effort I kicked his hand, sent the money flying and the club rained (unfortunately not on my stage but all over the floor). The girls flocked...I got none of the cash..but I loved the look on his drunken face. I fucked him over good.
I get off the stage and walk right up to him (I have never confronted a customer before) YELLED in his face "you are and asshole, you fucked with the wrong girl, and you don't deserve the time of day." It felt so good. I felt this huge tensions relax. He tries to follow me, gets stopped by mgmt and is tossed out. I feel FANTASTIC.....
then the vibe changes....I start selling privates and a CR and getting tipped on stage.
I went in in a bad mood, and knew it. I learned my lesson, you can't bring in bad vibes. It rubs off. I worked it out though. Granted, I didn't make money like I wanted to ($316-goaling for at least $500) I felt great...I was one of the few that sold a CR, and from the DR talk did well for myself considering the crowd and number of dancers (I don't ask others, I don't think it's my business but people always gotta talk so I overheard).
So, a bad night CAN turn good. And I know we all know that, but I thought I'd reiterate it..along with a little rant.
ETA: I'm ranting a lot lately aren't I? I MUST be PMSing hardcore. I feel like supa-bitch.


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