Shadow's story about the couple who came in and monopolized his favorite dancer made me think of something that happened to me a few months back.
Now as we all know, all else being equal, the bigger fish naturally garner more attention than the minnows in a SC. Now I am no whale by any stretch, but I usually make a decent contribution to a good night for a dancer and will have her attention for as long as I want it, or at least for a couple of hours of non-strenuous work. The fact that I usually frequent smaller clubs on slower nights usually helps my game a lot as well. And, of course, I become a really good night for certain more understanding girls. ;)
One night I became a minnow. Just as I was getting settled next to my fav, William (not his real name of course) walked in the door. William is a local artist who has made it big and spends a veritable fortune every time he walks in the door. He hands out Benjamins as stage tips and being selected by him for entertainment is like having a winning daily pick lottery ticket. As luck would have it, he asked my fav to join him and, of course, with the prospect of earning an easy $1,000 and probably a lot more, there was no way she could say no. And of course I had no intention of dropping that kind of cash simply to hang with a girl, so all I could do was wish her luck.
I don't begrudge her at all of course. She made $2k off of him during his previous visit, and could easily make that much again, so of course she needed to sit with him. And she was good enough to go out of her way to swing by every time he disappeared for a smoke or a bathroom break, which she certainly didn't have to do.
But what a humbling experience. All I could do is sit there with a bemused smile. And the icing on this cake is that I sat there alone since, of course, to the other girls I am still the fav's customer.
Karma can be a real bitch.


I guess it can happen to all of us, rick. I am a fairly well-off guy not shy of spending my cash on attractive dancers in clubs but..........
On one of my eastern trips I saw a dancer in an Ottawa club that really turned my crank. This lady was the epitome of all my silly teen age fantasies. Her costume was my favourite variety - side-slit, decollete gown. I primed her with tips in her cleavage as she made her way through the crowd to the stage. Her stage show was elegant, sensuous, and pleasantly raunchy. I sat mesmerized on my bar stool during her show, twitching grotesquely with a ferocious boner. I was in serious lust, dead eager to drag her off to the VIP. I slyly counted my cash and decided that I was willing to use the remaining $2500 in my wallet to get 'closer' to this beauty.
She rejected my entreaties and went to the VIP with a geeky young guy in jeans and sneakers. I moaned to the bartender about my cursed luck and the bartender told me that this beauty dances exclusively for this geeky guy who was purported to be some kind of high tech millionaire. I wanted to shout out that I was an oil patch millionaire and that I was sure I could write a much bigger cheque than could the geek in sneakers!
Of course, I did not do that. After some desultory lap dances with less worthy ladies and a few more beers I made my way to a steak house and spent the remainder of my $2500 on an excellent Bordeaux and a mighty tasty rib eye.
From time to time, however, that beauty torments me in my dreams.