Last night, two old rednecks (but who clearly were willing to spend money) asked me and another girl to do the 2 for 1. I agree, and go in the back to put on my gown, do the slut strut with everyone else, and come over to do the dance. We have to do our 2 for 1 on an elevated surface like a bar, table, or stage. I HATE doing the 2 for 1 on the bar, it's really high up, there's little room to dance on, and generally makes me nervous that I'm going to fall and hurt myself. So I ask to do it on the stage right by the bar. They agree.
So I do the 2 for 1, and the other girl's guy is really into the idea of VIP. I pitched the idea, asking "Would you like to go to the naughty room with them? It's a lot of fun." At this point the second girl left to change out of her gown, but I just put mine over my outfit, so I don't need to go to the back. He is really not into the idea unless his friend is going (and now the other girl is GONE so we can't sell together), so I let it die, and ask to be paid for my two for one. A whooping $10. They refuse, saying I didn't dance for them. I'm like, uh, yes I did. They adamantly refuse, saying "You didn't dance for him, you danced up there" I told him, of course I did, I explained that you have to do it on a raised surface, that's how it works (you stupid fucking rednecks). They get irate with me at this point, and I go get a bouncer. They start screaming at the bouncer about what a scamming bitch I am. The funniest part was when the fat one, in his total hill billy voice goes "She wanted to take him to the naughty room, and he didn't want to go to the naughty room, so now she's trying to take his money!" He kept saying naughty room in his redneck voice like that was what VIP was really called.
At this point, I'm pissed. I danced for you, it's only $10, give me my fucking money. It's the typical "give me my money" stripper versus customer argument. He's like "It's the principle of the thing, she didn't dance. She danced up there" "That's where you do the 2 for 1!" "You didn't dance for him" "Yea, because I'm really hurting for your lousy $10" "Yea, you are! That's why you do this job! This bitch is scamming us!" They had no problem paying the OTHER girl for exactly what I did.
The bouncers give everyone a second chance unless they lay hands on you or threaten you. That's cool. They tell me if they say one thing to me, to get them and they'll throw them out. So the other girl brings over her friend, and of course she gets to play little sweetheart and they go to VIP.
The part that pissed me off most was when the other girl, at the end of the night, tells me in the locker room that I'm obviously new, and I need to be more patient because those guys were really nice and spent money on her. I seriously just rotated and walked away. UH, bitch, I've been doing this for seven years and those dumb, drunk rednecks were trying to stiff me. Maybe if she had been a good team player and helped me close the VIP sale (like I always do for EVERYONE else) instead of trying to oust me, then we wouldn't have been in this situation. This is my biggest gripe with my new club, that girls will oust you when we're about to get VIP and replace you with one of their friends that the customers have never even met yet, and reap the fruits of your labor.
UGH, I was so pissed. Just because your guy spent money on you, doesn't mean his friend is a nice guy! FUCK.
Seriously, I work alone now. Getting groups of guys into VIP is now my last resort. Girls are bitches.



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