Another Friday project about strippers

Last summer, after spending about 2 hours in a small East St. Louis dive, I realized I had lost my car key and locked myself out of my car. There were about 10 dancers working, only 2 or 3 of whom I had tipped or spent any time with. All the other girls I had declined for dances and made no attempt to hide my lack of interest, as on many previous visits. However, when they heard I'd lost my key, all of them who weren't busy - who tended to be the same girls I'd ignored - joined in the search. Then, when I needed to go through the Yellow Pages listings for locksmiths, one girl loaned me her cell phone, no questions asked.

On my next visit, when I declined dances from some of the girls who had helped me out, a few of them made a joke about my episode, but nobody tried to make a point of me owing them anything.

Speaking of 9/11, my ATF was working as a waitress in a strip club near the Pentagon on 9/11. She went to work that night even though she, along with the rest of DC, was very frightened. She said the place was packed with people from the area including some who worked in the Pentagon, and everyone was consoling one another. She said it was a very moving experience.

About eight years ago I had to spend a few days in the hospital and about a month in "take it easy" mode. I was working a little but I had to avoid strip clubs for about a month. I finally returned to my regular after about a five or six week absence. A dancer that I had just started getting friendly with before my illness came over to say hello. She asked why I hadn't been around and I told her about my medical issues (not something I would do normally but this girl was well on the way to being my first ever ATF). She was very concerned for my health and very glad to see me. I was touched by her concern but didn’t think too much about at first. A few months went buy and I was very much a regular weekly visitor to this lady (she was also my first Brazilian by the way). We where really having a blast together every week and enjoying each other's company.

At some point that winter I got a bad case of the flu and couldn't go to the club for a couple of weeks. When I finally went back my new ATF saw me and ran over to give me a big hug. When I looked at her face she was crying. She told me that she had been worried sick about me after I didn't show up at the club. She was afraid I had gone back into the hospital. She also told me that the second week I didn't show up she had called several hospitals in my area to see if I was registered so she could come and visit me if I was sick. I was deeply touched by her concern. I really never experienced something like that before from a dancer. She gave me her cell number and made me promise that I would let her know by phone if I was going to miss our weekly visit. Some guys might see this as an attempt at controlling a customer but when I saw those tears on her cheeks I knew she was sincere. The whole experience taught me a lot about trusting my gut when it comes to dancers and their intentions.

OK, I'll keep it brief. Great story. You were very lucky that you had told her your full name and where you were staying and that she remembered. It's my belief, though, that more strippers are like that than aren't. That's been my experience.

I had business cards in the briefcase (among other things with my full name on them) so even though I don't recall telling her my full name I did mention my hotel and she was able to find me.

She was also probably hoping I'd be in town long enough to stop back to thank her.

Oh, and by all means FONDL, share a story if you have one. I was kidding about you and Shadow, based on conversations about sending flowers, etc on another thread.