I use the term "manager" losely.
I had a BAD breakup with my ex, he did *alot* of shitty stuff to me - threatening to make an unwarrented call to CPS about my parenting skills was the last straw. So he comes into work when he knows I'll be there and starts harrassing me, telling me I don't have the "juice" to get him kicked out. I talked to one floor guy and he's like "sure, I dont want him here if he's bothering you" but before he could kick him out, this one manager bitch goes "oh, no, he's my friend - he isn't going anywhere. just stay away from him if he's bothering you". WTF!? I'm in Vegas - there are a million other places for him to go.
So of course, I'm pissed about this. This is *my* club, motherfucker - I'm not letting him run me out. So, I think to myself, you want to mess with my head? I'll mess right back. All night (he didnt leave till 6 am, so that was when I left) I made sure all my dances were done right in front of him. He went to VIP - I went to VIP. Wow, its amazing how easy it is to make money when you're that determined to piss someone off.
He texted me the next day, calling me a whore - so it worked!!!![]()
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