I go into the private room with one of my regulars. Just as we get ready to start the dance, she tells me that another dancer's (her friend, and another regular of mine)father died last night. Really put a downer on our session. Hard to concentrate on a hottie trying to TCB thinking about that.
The worst ones are when they tell you about how they are dancing to support relatives (or themselves) with some terrible illness. Cancer, MS, some brittle bone disease are three of the worst I've heard.
"Did I mention I have a crazy brother who's a gun nut and just got out of prison?" This, after I just gave her my number... (Note to self - get a Google number!)
A dancer told me a dancer has herpes and AIDS while the dancer was onstage! I've heard stories gals told me that customers have said... One customer wanted a golden shower in his mouth.
People Always Told Me Be Careful Of What You Do
And Don't Go Around Breaking Young Girls' Hearts
And Mother Always Told Me Be Careful Of Who You Love
And Be Careful Of What You Do 'Cause The Lie Becomes The Truth
Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One
But The Kid Is Not My Son
She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son
Had a dancer start and then pause and start talking about problems at home. Tears started, she dismounted and spent the rest of the song talking about her problems. When the song ended, she asked if I'd like another dance (Not - let's go to a table and talk, or what can you do to help, just anoher $25 encounter)
She was going to get evicted from her apartment tomorrow, if she didn't come up with about $400. today. She wanted me to "loan" her the $400. I asked her, instead, if I came in and got $400. from her in lap dances, would that help as well. She said yes. I decided to split it half and half. I had already "loaned" her money a few times and of course, being a stripper, she had not repaid any of it. So I thought, "I'll get $200. in dances from her and 'loan' her the other $200." I should have just said, "You've been evicted before. You can handle it." But, like the sucker I used to be, I got $200. in lap dances and I still "loaned" her the other $200. This stripper now owes me the $200. plus all that I "loaned" her previously, and she hasn't been seen in three years. (I know there was a thread a while back about the "merits" of loaning strippers money, so I don't need to be advised to read it, again.) I've since stopped "loaning" money to strippers, even if it meant the end of my relationship with them. In all cases, but one, where a stripper owes me money, it has since ended our business and personal relationship.
Steve: It was kinda comical when I finally told her. Until I realized from the expression on her face that she might really not know who the father was. Then it just got sad. Even if, like she said, the rubber did break (and I honestly could not recall any such incident), it wasn't doing her any good.
Walk up 2 me and said can I get a tip....???.....she didn't even dance on stage yet, no vip dace nothin ! Just walked right up and asked 4 money like a donation with nuthin in return. When I said no she got all pissy 2 ! .....wtf ???
1. A stripper asked me to "loan" her money tonight so that she could buy diapers on her way home. She promised to repay me in services the next day. Nope. I told her that if she really loved her child that much then she would take the time to earn it now.
2. A pack of four strippers came up to me and the lead hyena said, "you look like you have about $1,000 to spend on us." She guessed this when she spied me paying for my drink from across the fucking club. Well, she was right about how much I had on me, but wrong about how I was going to spend it. ;)
"I'll do what you want in the private dance" then she smiled a gap-toothed smile and hacked a cough that would make the crypt keeper shudder.
"If I don't get $600 by next week, I'll lose my new apartment and never see my kids again." Then I noticed the ankle bracelet she wore to monitor her drug and alcohol consumption.
"I almost died a year ago so I lost my successful house cleaning business. Do you need a house cleaner?"
"I love to have oral sex during private dances." When in the booth, I noticed the lovely smell of latex coming out of her kitty.
"I have bipolar disorder and need more money to get my medication."
@lapdanceking82: I have had that exact line used on me. Indeed, what a turn off.
While walking out of VIP, dancer who I just got done getting a dance from, pointed at another dancer and said:
"That chick and I did girl/girl earlier for a high roller in the champaign room, and when I went down on her, she farted. Directly in my face, and it was wet!"
Me: "Effing Sick Bitch! Thanks for sharing!"
She just smiled a shit-eating grin. Literally. I promptly went to the bathroom and blew chunks, as I was just DFKing her moments ago.
Never danced with either of them again. Oh well, shit happens, I guess.
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"What's with all these ingrown hairs on my legs?" (As she's picking at them.)
"I'm pregnant. I think it's yours." That one played out kind of funny, seeing as how I've been shooting blanks since she was in grade school...
People Always Told Me Be Careful Of What You Do
And Don't Go Around Breaking Young Girls' Hearts
And Mother Always Told Me Be Careful Of Who You Love
And Be Careful Of What You Do 'Cause The Lie Becomes The Truth
Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One
But The Kid Is Not My Son
She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son
lol gmd
1. A stripper asked me to "loan" her money tonight so that she could buy diapers on her way home. She promised to repay me in services the next day. Nope. I told her that if she really loved her child that much then she would take the time to earn it now.
2. A pack of four strippers came up to me and the lead hyena said, "you look like you have about $1,000 to spend on us." She guessed this when she spied me paying for my drink from across the fucking club. Well, she was right about how much I had on me, but wrong about how I was going to spend it. ;)
"If I don't get $600 by next week, I'll lose my new apartment and never see my kids again." Then I noticed the ankle bracelet she wore to monitor her drug and alcohol consumption.
"I almost died a year ago so I lost my successful house cleaning business. Do you need a house cleaner?"
"I love to have oral sex during private dances." When in the booth, I noticed the lovely smell of latex coming out of her kitty.
"I have bipolar disorder and need more money to get my medication."
Was with her bf, and she didn't have it. So, Nope!
While walking out of VIP, dancer who I just got done getting a dance from, pointed at another dancer and said:
"That chick and I did girl/girl earlier for a high roller in the champaign room, and when I went down on her, she farted. Directly in my face, and it was wet!"
Me: "Effing Sick Bitch! Thanks for sharing!"
She just smiled a shit-eating grin. Literally. I promptly went to the bathroom and blew chunks, as I was just DFKing her moments ago.
Never danced with either of them again. Oh well, shit happens, I guess.