OK, she wasn't my ATF, necessarily, but she probably would've been if I had met her first -- definitely was in top 3, regardless. This girl makes me drunk with desire. I've gone nearly catatonic just watching her on stage before. (Granted, her ass and kitty were about 1" from my face at the time.) ;-)
We'll call her Sharon for this story.
Half a dozen VIPs, who knows how many floor dances -- and frankly, even now, I think every penny was worth it. But we just hit the end of the line with Sharon.
We had texted earlier in the day. Sharon was going to be working that night; I told her when I'd be in to see her. When I got there, she was with another guy, so I went to the bar, but passed by the table she was at, so she'd know I was there. After about 5 minutes, she came over and said that she needed to spend a bit more time with the guy, but that she'd be back in about 20 minutes, if that was OK with me. I told her it was, and she even pressed me if I really was OK with it. I told her she was worth the wait. She smiled, flashed me, and went back to the other guy.
True to her word, she came back about 20 minutes later. We hung out for a little while, then she got called to stage. After her set, we went back to VIP.
Now every VIP so far had been better than the last -- it was pretty clear that we were "ramping up" and the limit was still far away -- but this one was a big leap. Afterwards, she said she needed to go freshen up (I know she was soaked -- wink, wink). She asked if I was staying longer and where I'd be sitting, so she could find me. I pointed to a nearby table -- didn't trust my legs not to give out any further than that.
A waitress came by and I ordered a bottled water -- I don't drink in SCs -- boobies lower my inhibitions enough. A couple dancers saw me by myself and hit me up, but I was in a semi-daze and was waiting for Sharon anyway.
About 15 minutes after the VIP had been over, a shot girl came over to my table. Now every other time a shot girl has approached me, only to see my water, she smiles, says "you don't drink, do you?" and moves on. But this one was a bit persistent, wanting me to at least buy the dance part of the shot/dance combo. While she's still there, another shot girl comes up on the other side of the table. She taps my arm to get my attention, which turns me away from the far side of the club (relevance of that statement in a second) and starts the same routine.
Between the fact that it was clear that I wasn't drinking, and the fact that the 2nd girl violated the unwritten rule that the first girl already "had dibs" on me, I thought this was really weird. Like I said, I was in a semi-daze, so I didn't think too much of it at the time.
When I finally got them to leave, I glanced over at the far side of the club and saw Sharon winding her way over to a fairly dark corner to sit down with another guy. I walked over that way to make sure my old fart eyes weren't bad and that it was really her -- it was.
No "thank you", no "good night", no "I'm gonna go milk this guy's wallet now", no "f*** you and the horse you rode in on". Pretty damn obvious now that the shot girls were supposed to be a distraction (and failed -- I hope Sharon didn't tip them too much).
I'm not to the Dougster "all dancers are sub-human" point, but my cynicism radar is gonna be pegged for quite a while. Live and learn.
I'm not getting the point of this story. You buy dances from a whore. Afterward she has to go change but then she's onto the next guy without saying "bye" to you. You end up pissed and feel this trivial story is somehow relevant enough to post on TUSCL?
Also I don't say all dancers are sub-human. Maybe only about 98% of them: i.e. those that are lying, thieving whores.