So I worked saturday night and it was a really nice night because i spent almost the whole time with this guy who's really sweet and nice and I actually do have fun with him... I don't get bored![]()
He leaves at around 12 am and I'm left to make some more money since these are the best hours of the night 12 am to 2 am. I get dances here and there but am feeling tired so ask my manager if I can leave early. he says no.
I go sit on the floor by myself and this guy, 25ish sits next to me and tells me that he'd like to get a dance with me but that he only has $20 and wants to make sure I'd give him the best dance ever so he wants to see me onstage...
Me: "well honey, I was on stage about an hour ago and I have to wait for my turn"
Him: "but i'm the costumer and I want you to go onstage"
Me: "let me get it right...You want me to go tell the other dancers "screw u bitches! I'm going on stage next because there's this guy who says he might want to get a $20 dance with me?' .... u're a funny guy I gotta say.
I leave laughing ...
I'm in the dressing room 5 minutes later and the dj calls me to go on stage because there's a customer who specifically asked for me....I say HELL NO!!! but they made me go onstage...(there was other people tipping onstage so i didn't mind it that much)
I do my dance and this fucker sits in the middle of my stage with a stupid smile on his face and ends up not tipping me at all! I get pissed and a the end i go to him:
Me: can I have my tip please?
him: say what?
me: u're sitting on my stage, therefore you MUST tip me.
him: i don't have any money. sorry.
a bouncer approaches (bouncers are fucking cool and always have your back at my club)
bouncer: is there a problem?
me: yes, there's a problem. this guy makes me go on stage just for him and then sits on my stage and doesn't want to tip me.
bouncer to the asshole: you either tip or leave dude.
him: fine! as he takes his $20 out of his pocket...but i'm only giving you a dollar cuz that's what you deserve for your lousy dance. I want my $19 back.
me: I grab the $20, rip into tiny pieces, throw them at his ugly face and say: "I don't want it anymore. Thanks anyways"I turn around and leave.
him: YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!
lots of my fellow dancer friends start yelling: YEAH!! YOU GO GIRL! RIGHT ON INNOCENCE!!!
Manager: INNOCENCE! GO HOME!
LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i know I'm supposed to be mad but i'm still laughing!!!![]()



I turn around and leave.
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