Trife Life
IWantHerOnMe
By this time I was not seeing her much in the club anymore, I wasn’t in strip clubs as much period as I had yet to discover dayshift. I wasn’t running with my friends as often as one of them got a record deal and I was still a happily square, recently promoted dude with a normal job. Plus I’d expanded my circle. I was now around people who had more interests than parlays, making it rain and mixtapes. My old friends and I weren’t so much growing apart as growing in different directions.
I was also half heartedly dating and basically taking my ATF out after ever catfish, golddigger, social media addict or control freak got rolled out of my life. My ATF actually fit very well in between my 2 friend groups, she was smart, into culture and finance and yet she was still a stripper. Very much the best of both worlds. But it’s not like I was taking her around them.
She was showing in subtle ways that she realized, even after years of us screwing around, that I didn't trust her. And I didn't. It’s no shock she noted this, again she was always smart and I’m not slick or trying to be. She didn’t take it personal or at least she didn’t change because of it, but I think those little moments were her way of drawing a line: sure we had a tender moment to a slow jam at a concert, and if I wanted that to continue I had to pony up the money. If I was going to keep my guard up then she wasn’t going to let me act like her boyfriend.
Getting into what a dancer does when she’s not with you is unwise. But Follies closure had an unsettling effect on her. I felt she got unsure of herself. The trucking thing and trying to travel dance at night was wearing her down. A lot of strippers have a fear of lack and a tendency to live beyond their means and while the latter is not really true in her case, the former was a major problem.
But look at me, psychoanalyzing my sugar baby. I’d have to be her boyfriend to go there. And to go there that I’d have to let her closer to me which I was afraid to do, and that’s assuming she’d accept that from me. She was complaining more, snippier and on edge more often OTC, partly because she was tired but partly because I was accepting more off her, so I wondered if we were near an end.
The ugliest moment ever is when a stripper finally has enough of your poking around her private life and has to snap you out if it by letting you know you’re nothing more than a trick. But her personal life was the issue. And I admit I hated that she was working herself to death. I just didn't know how to say that. At this point the bottom line was her not being as fun was going to cause me to stop tricking on her. I wasn’t seeing her ITC anymore so maybe she no longer had use for me. We were getting into a grey area. I felt my guard was being tested. We stopped talking for a while.
That’s why I was surprised and leery when she called me out the blue on summer night after midnight. She'd just gotten back from a 10 day trip 3 hours ago. Or at least that's what she said. She said she was at a club and felt venerable. She needed a ride home and someone to watch her back.
She knew we were on the rocks. And she’d never called me for this kind of favor before, she never had me going out of my way. Where in me paying her to go out does that add to me watching her back? She’d always been building this up: I was different, I made her feel secure blah blah blah. I thought she was cashing in that bullshit yarn she’d been stringing for years. All the alarm bells rang at that point. I was concerned that I was being lined up to be robbed, manipulated, accused of some crazy shit or just publicly embarrassed because she wanted the money. The whole situation just screamed the exact sort of thing I was always taught to worried about.
On the other hand she had never tried to play me once. She never even crossed the line in small ways. Plus she was inviting me to her home. That’s not a good set up for a robbery is it? What would accusing me do for her money wise? Maybe she wasn’t actually going to direct me to her home. She also might have called like 20 other dudes. But let’s face it -
ESCALATING LEVEL OF SIMPTASTIC: You Believe What She Says
I honestly felt she was telling the truth. I was worried about her. I could keep acting like I didn’t see her as a sort of friend but I do. I was worried she really was faltering she sounded awful on the phone. I didn’t want to throw away years of good times over a few bad weeks either.
I got some back up. One my friends was the driver for another friend, the one who has the record deal. I asked him to take me to Platinum and watch out for trouble. I made it worth his while money wise. We get to Platinum and I pay both our way in. I see her at the bar with her head straight down. She jumped when I touched her goosebumping shoulder even though I told her we were on the way. I looked her eyes and she didn’t seem like she’d been drugged, she still didn’t drink there’s no alcohol on her breathe. She looked unstable and peevish. She tipped out, I made sure she had all her stuff and wordlessly we left.
As soon as we got in my friends car she crawled into my chest and just bawled. I’ve seen her cry at movies and songs before and that was cute but this was terrible. I didn’t say anything. I just let her get it out. My friend looked horrified and uncomfortable as she could barely tell him her address. I’d never been to her house which turned out to be 20 minutes from mine.
I managed to carry her, her dancer bag and keys into her in need of a tune up but very clean, tastefully decorated 2 story home. I sat gently down on her couch and I still didn’t know what to say. I still wasn’t comfortable being there. I wanted to help but I didn’t know how exactly. I was paying my friend to stay outside until I came back out.
She broke the sobbing silence she admitted she was dead tired from trucking and trying to dance. She said she overreacted to getting booted from Vivide for snapping at some guy and made it worse. She said she needed a doctor because of her sleeping issue. She said she was sorry for waking me up, being standoffish and annoying and on and on and on with all her emotions and fears and pain. I was unable to react to all this so again I just let her get it out.
I told her i was glad she was Ok. For the first time I brought up OTC and said I’d take her out soon. I also told her she didn’t own me anything to apologize to me but I appreciated the gesture. It proved coming to get her was a good idea. I also told her if she needed a hand I’d be able to help especially with getting her car from Platinum. Then I got up to leave.
She started crying again. Please just don't leave she said. Please please please. This was officially further that I was ready to go. I had no cash or card nor any protection. I didn’t want to be in her house at all. She just dumped 20 solid minutes if work struggles, money fears, and serious feelings on me and that’s not what I signed up for and I had a guy who had nothing to do with it patiently waiting outside at 1 am.
But at the same time my guard was coming down. If I really didn’t want to be here I wouldn’t be. She was a wreck at this point. At the very worst I had nothing to take and a witness to the whole situations. She was like shaking and heaving with sobs. And we are PLs, let’s be honest:
The Tale of the Tape:
Still 5 foot one
Still a baby face
Gained weight in all the right places all natural
Still mocha skinned
Everything out, everything trimmed
Smile that I wished she had on her face
Body tight as her desperate squeeze of me on her couch
Wavy hair, all hers, and thicker now, and also a matted mess.
I just didn’t want to leave her that way. She did need someone. I asked her if she needed me to take care of her and she cut me off with a no no no no no. So I told my friend to leave and I ran her a bath and she asked me to get in with her. She splashed around like a puppy, laid in my chest, and started to calm down. She started to lighten up and smile and relax again.
We dried off and I took her upstairs. I told her I now had no clean clothes go home in but she said I didn’t need clothes right then. I laid up with her in her Cali King Bed and she fell asleep and she is the prettiest sleeper of all time. Then she did things we don’t need clothes for in the morning. I ended I ended up spending my weekend at her house. That wouldn’t be the last time.
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last comment> Plus she was inviting me to her home. That’s not a good set up for a robbery is it?
It is a classic mistake that regular basically honest guys make, that gets them victimized and sometimes murdered, to interpret an action in the framework of a normal person (i.e., themselves). I've read multiple accounts where a stripper had her boyfriend show up exactly at either his place or hers! Often it's the boyfriend's idea and she's too scared to say no; and as it turns out, thugs just sometimes optimize for the easiest place to get you alone and vulnerable, rather than easiest way not to get caught. Sometimes they had planned to leave town after that, so it's not like they were going to return.
Your gut was right, she didn't have her boyfriend show up and kill you, hurray! Just telling ALL PLs: be cautious. You are not capable of thinking like a thug thinks, and you can and will misinterpret things as safe when they are not.
> I had no cash or card nor any protection.
I'd say if you're going to do a midnight run for a stripper, you really have no idea what's going to happen. Bring a small bag with change of clothes, toiletry, cash , wallet, protection (not sure if you mean condoms or personal protection, but probably both!). Death, taxes, shit is going to happen when you do a midnight run for a stripper. The three things that you can be sure about.
I guess this article was me learning a midnight run lesson. Guys could surely pull from your comment here.