from ATF to ROB in 15 minutes
LeeH
Georgia
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.
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.
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Also I don't say all dancers are sub-human. Maybe only about 98% of them: i.e. those that are lying, thieving whores.
Seriously, I don’t get the ROB part – seems like you got what you paid for. If “Sharon†is as hot and talented as you suggest, she’s going to be in demand. It sounds like she was trying to juggle several regulars during the time of your visit. It happens.
Nor does it particularly sound like you got ripped off, frankly, so the ROB moniker doesn't appear to be appropriate, either. Unless you left something out of your story, she didn't make any actual commitment to seek you out, or promise to do it within any specific timeframe.
Bottom line for me is if she's just finished giving *me* value for my time and money, I'm not gonna stress her doing the same for somebody else.
Never go to a club looking for love. Sounds like that is what you were doing, IMHO.
I don't even mind being a "backup" as gk suggested. I regularly tell other dancers that are sitting with me that if they need to go work the room, to go for it. But dammit, if I'm gonna be a backup, tell me so. I thought (wrongly) that Sharon and I were past the game-playing sh*t.
BTW, Dougster, the main reason I told this story was to give you something to jack off to. Was it good for you?
Points for the pot-shot at Dougster, and extra points for making laugh with the last line of above post.
A ROB is someone who tries to get you to pay for something you didnt ask for, you got what you paid for. If you want more, pay for more. Easy as that. Find out how much she wants for her whole shift and pay her that, it is the only way to guarantee her time with you..haha.
A ROB is someone who says something like "i'll give you a BJ if you go to the VIP with me"...and then when you get to the VIP she collects the money and never performs and just makes up excuses. At this point there is nothing you can do to "force" her into giving your money back or performing the BJ. Just chalk it up as a loss.
That's because the shot girls have basically nothing to do with your story! I know that you'll likely never believe that your ATF likely did not pay them to "swarm" you, but that's beside the point. As has been stated several times before, many, many dancers ask if you'll be hanging around longer after you've done with a set of LDs with them, but it's basically a meaningless bit of small talk. Your ATF likes to make money, and she has other regulars besides you...time to start getting over it my friend...
Yes, she wasn't your ATF. You got caught up in a fantasy of what might happen instead of knowing what would happen, which is normal, it can happen to all of us. But an ATF is pretty dependable and consistent, the term "ramp up" wouldn't apply to an ATF, not because she always does your bidding, but because she's predictable.
Does a dancer really need the drama of a distraction to move on to someone else. I don't think so, she just takes a time out to freshen up and makes the shift. So be easier on the stupid shot girls (even though they are the parasites of strip clubs). I just don't see this big conspiracy.