you know.. that little voice in your head thats like "I TOLD YOU TO TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS! GOSH!"
yeah, its there.
just a week ago (maybe not even that long) I posted about how I just can't handle the environment anymore, (ie. the cheap assholes that make our job hard) and I was quitting.. etc etc.
I needed money to end it and transition out of this. I went in to work. CLUB WAS DEADDD. No tippers. I was defeated, about to walk into the dressing room and put my clothes on and leave before some guy was like "hey I want a $30 dance in VIP"
GREAT!!!
... about 3.5 minutes later that guy threw me on the floor, was on top of me on the floor grabbing my thong off. the club was dead, the vip room was just me and him, and the music loud.
before I could recover from him throwing me down he took off his pants and put his penis on my pussy, trying to force himself in me.. In complete anger I was able to muster up some serious adrenaline and was able to kick him and scratch him off, and ran to the dressing room.
he ran off.
I've cried. So much. It's so violating.
I have to get tested. I have to shake this off. I'm not in a great mental state after this. But I have to go back to work. My bf is not feeling that at all. We just need money right now.
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