My Return To My Favorite Club Where I Got Kicked Out
someyoungguysomeyoungguy
Minnesota
Back around Thanksgiving I posted about the time I got framed for something I didn't do and got kicked out of what used to be my favorite club, the King of Diamonds.
I just _know_ you all have been waiting with bated breath about what happened if and when I went back. Well, I am sorry I haven't written this sooner, but I decided to go back around the Memorial holiday. It was going to be a hit-and-run operation, partly because I didn't want to confront the waitress and bouncer that threw me out, partly because I had very little money.
Instead of taking my usual seat at the tip rail at the KoD, I immediately hunted for my ATF, the one I was waiting for, pining for before I got ginned up. She was with somebody, but she lit up when I passed behind the guy she was giving a table dance to. After she was done with her PL, we went to the back and I got the TD's I was entitled to the last time.
For the record, she was as sweet and talkative as ever, and she didn't once ask why I didn't get dances from her the last time I was here. That bouncer didn't tell her I said goodbye like I asked him to. Fucking asshole.
But whatever. I got my dances from her, we said goodbye, and I was out of there in an hour. Plus, I didn't see either of the two culprits who framed me. Maybe they screwed over some other customer and he got them fired. At least that's what I hope happened.
Anyway, bottom line is, everything is back to normal. I have my ATF back, she still remembers my name, and I can go back and sit without the staff trying to pick a fight with me. I am at peace again.
I just _know_ you all have been waiting with bated breath about what happened if and when I went back. Well, I am sorry I haven't written this sooner, but I decided to go back around the Memorial holiday. It was going to be a hit-and-run operation, partly because I didn't want to confront the waitress and bouncer that threw me out, partly because I had very little money.
Instead of taking my usual seat at the tip rail at the KoD, I immediately hunted for my ATF, the one I was waiting for, pining for before I got ginned up. She was with somebody, but she lit up when I passed behind the guy she was giving a table dance to. After she was done with her PL, we went to the back and I got the TD's I was entitled to the last time.
For the record, she was as sweet and talkative as ever, and she didn't once ask why I didn't get dances from her the last time I was here. That bouncer didn't tell her I said goodbye like I asked him to. Fucking asshole.
But whatever. I got my dances from her, we said goodbye, and I was out of there in an hour. Plus, I didn't see either of the two culprits who framed me. Maybe they screwed over some other customer and he got them fired. At least that's what I hope happened.
Anyway, bottom line is, everything is back to normal. I have my ATF back, she still remembers my name, and I can go back and sit without the staff trying to pick a fight with me. I am at peace again.
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What's your favorite club now?
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Posted: 11/30/08
someyoungguysomeyoungguy says:
Forgive me if none of this makes sense. I'm in the shock part of the process. I think I'll be staying up in bed pissed off over the whole thing and be crying by the time I wake up.
I shouldn't be giving details, but if the feelings remain as hard as they seemed when I got "escorted" out, it doesn't matter if I burn my bridges. So bottom line: I got kicked out of the King of Diamonds tonight, for a combination of misheard words and attitude.
It was the last hour of the night, and my ATF, who said she was going to get back to me as soon as she takes care of this customer, disappeared for about 45 minutes. I'm getting a little restless. This cunt of a waitress said, "What'll you have?" even though I wasn't done with my first glass of beer. But this blonde comes around again, takes my glass (even though I wasn't done with it) and says again, "What'll you have?"
At this point, I kind of went off, I admit. Have you ever been at a stripclub where the waitresses really pester you for drinks, and you say no and no and no until you finally go off and say, "Fine, fine, I'll have a Pepsi!" I said exactly that. Except instead of saying "fine," I said "fuck." This bitch goes, the bouncer comes and says let's go. Swearing at the waitress, he said. I left without resisting. I could've said I swore but I didn't swear at her, but it's no use.
I'm getting angrier and angrier just thinking about it, and I know if I kept my mouth shut I could've avoided it. This waitress obviously either was having a bad night or wanted to pick a fight with someone. (Shit, a lot of the strippers were copping attitude, too; I don't remember seeing so many girls leave my tip at the rail.) Too bad Fatboy was doing his job and "standing up" for his co-worker, even if she misheard or lied.
What I'm particularly worried about is my ATF. I have no way to contact her and to tell her what exactly happened and that this was all a big misunderstanding. What if she came out of the VIP right after I left? What would the bouncer say? Even worse, what would that idiot waitress say? Would she get angry at them for the money she lost? Or ... would she believe them?
And now I have to worry about ever coming back. I never even got to see her tonight because she was tied up, I guess. Should I even try to go back? Should I give it some time? Will I be allowed back? And what happens if I run into that waitress and that bouncer, both of whom I want to spit in their faces?
I'm panicky, guys, but I need some guidance as to what the fuck I can do. Also, has anyone here been kicked out of their favorite SC? What did you do? Please help.
Not sure why you feel you had to wait this long. Swearing seems pretty minor, especially if you imagine what kind of stuff the management has to deal with regarding stripper behavior. I'm sure they won't hold swearing against you more than a week or two tops.
samsung1: I don't keep track of the staff that don't get naked there, so I don't know if the bartender and bouncers are new every time I visit (although I remember the same robotic DJ every time). I guess you're right. I'm glad that my ATF has worked there for I think five years now.
Dougster: I tried getting her number; she shot me down. I just don't think she's one of those girls, although I'd be pissed if she's given it out to her other regulars, of which I believe she has many. She's been cagey about where she lives, too, and I've been trying my damndest to make her tell me.
wallanon: I have two. For out of town, it's Wise Guys Pleasure Palace in Washington Park, Illinois. In town, it's BJ's, a Cheers-type dive on the northern fringe of downtown Minneapolis. I haven't been to the latter in about a week, though, because I showed my favorite dancer there my pee-pee and I'm afraid she told everybody.
how: Particular thanks to you.
jablake: I might not be understanding you, but this is the King of Diamonds in Inver Grove Heights, Minnesota.
Clubber: :)