Here is some background info on myself:
I started dancing when I was 18, I'm now 27.
I have pretty much seen it, done it, been there and back. The only place I had not travelled to was Vegas.
I don't know if you're like me, but I have "stripper" friends and "real life" friends. Only two out of my nine years of dancing fit in those categories. I had a stripper friend in LV, told me' to come out there and stay with her, so I did.
I should've known from the moment I got off the plane and she was still up from the nite before I should have gotten a hotel. She had done a bunch of coke and addy, invited a UFC fighter to the house who robbed her and she was still tearing the apartment apart to see if she misplaced it.
WTF. Anyway, next day ran around got my papers and went to work alone. She had a guy fly in who was her fuck buddy.
I hit the floor at 11, after getting there around 9 and I left with 1200.
I was drugged at the club and blacked out for about 8 hours the next day. I do not remember 3 am-1pm the next day, no idea how I made it home with all of my money and all my things.
Supposedly when I got back to the house I was saying all types of crazy shit and her fuck buddy friend ripped my clothes off and had sex with me.
When I came to (which is a blur), I just remember going over to my stripper bag and making sure I had my money. Which I did.
I was completely freaked out and felt like I was taken complete advantage of. I'm not a one night stand kind of girl... Would never have sex w that person even if I was shitfaced drunk.
Even more alarming is the fact this girl would see me' so fucked up and let this happen. I booked my flight out ASAP.
This experience has left me with a bunch of emotions I can't sort out. I'm starting to not trust my own judgment. I went and got tested when I got home.
Does anyone have any thoughts or advice? I'm dreading work tomorrow and battling being upset everyday



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