Never really had a favorite, so this has never happened to me.
But I remember the very FIRST time I was EVER in a strip club the guy I was with (his first trip, too) fell "in live" with a dancer that got fired that night. She had a long and profane yelling match with the manager and she changed, came to our table and asked my buddy if he would drive her home.
Oops. I was driving.
ALL of my alarm whistles started going off and I told my buddy he could have my car, take her home and I would walk home from the club (maybe 15 minutes--I used to be young and in better shape).
Upshot? He got the shit kicked out of him in the parking lot by the manager for being nice to the girl that just got fired. He bled all over the hood of my WHITE car. And it was sweet, too: a '71 Gremlin X.
There is a funny eliplogue to this tale, but it is off topic.