Okay I had a horrible night at work. Twenty three girls and fifty customers through the door all night. And they all wanted sex. I made forty dollars, and I decided to leave like half an hour early cause there were like eight customers there and I'd talked to all of them. But I made the rounds one last time, and noticed a new guy at the stage. I sat down and we had a short conversation and he asked about the dances.. I told him about the rooms and the prices and he says "will you really blow me without a condom in the champagne room?" WTF! I just got up and walked away and went home.
So as I'm leaving there's a cop behind me. No problem, I'm not drunk, I don't drink, I'm going speed limit, etc. But after like fifteen minutes he pulls me over. Now I'm not naive, I've had some bad experiences with cops, including being surrounded by a swat team with guns pointed at me when I was nine years old. I've tried to file reports and been told that it didn't matter what happened because I was a slut. But for some reason I just thought that being an adult not engaged in any illegal activities or in proximity of any illegal activities that I would fall into the part of the population generally protected and served by cops. Don't know what gave me that fucking idea.
So he says "ma'am I pulled you over because you seem to be having some trouble staying on the road." That totally had not occured to me. I was thinking maybe I had a tail light out. I just said "No I'm not." He asked if I'd been drinking and I said no, I'd been working. He asked where I worked and I said Christies and he asked what I did there and I said I was a dancer "oooh.. I see." So he pulls out a flashlight and shines it in my eyes while waving a pen around and says he see's "stagnancy" and I'm like "I don't see how you expect to see anything with a flashlight in my face."
"Ma'am please exit the vehicle." Oh shit. He puts his one hand on his gun and grabs my arm with the other hand and pulls me to the front of his car. Now there are headlights, flashing siren lights, and a freakin spotlight in my eyes, and he does the pen thing again. Then he has me lift a foot and cout one one thousand to thirty. About the time I get to twenty five he remembers that I'm doing it wrong, I should have my leg extended straight out in front of me and I have to look at my foot. This whole time he's playing with his gun. So I do it that way and count to thirty. Then I walk in a straight line and count backwards from fifty and recite my name, address, social, and birth date. And the whole time he's telling me that he knows I'm lying, I smell like alcohol (duh, I work in a bar), etc.
Then he wants me to blow in a breathalizer. I'm like oh no, my lawyer told me not to blow in anything unless he's there. And he's like, if you don't blow in it I'm going to arrest you for a DUI. And I'm like, how can you arrest me for a DUI when I just stood on one foot for sixty one thousands, walked in a straight line and all that stuff? Can I call my lawyer? And he laughs and he's like "No missy I'm not giving you a chance to talk to a lawyer" And he says either I can be arrested now, or take the breathalizer and be arrested. I said I'd take the breathalizer. He pulled his gun out and held it between us (but not pointed at me) while I blew. So by this point I'm seriously trying to remember if the bartender screwed up and put alcohol in any of my drinks, while standing there blowing in this thing for a cop holding a gun. So I blow, and he keeps yelling at me to blow harder, and then he looks at it and he's like "are you sure you haven't had anything to drink tonight?" and I'm like, "yeah, what does it say" and he's like "well, your blowing zero's." And I'm like, yeah, I told you so. And he goes, well I'm going to follow you out of town, and if I see you cross the line or do anything stupid you'll be spending the night with us.
So I got in my car and realized my legs were shaking. But apparently I made it out of town without doing anything stupid. Hell, I even changed lanes a couple times, using my blinkers, just to impress him.
I called a freind while I was driving home and she asked if I'd gotten his badge number and if I was going to complain and stuff. That hadn't even occured to me. I'm sure cops are allowed to harrass strippers.
This sucks.





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