I almost added this to the "most pathetic" thread, but since it was an experience that lasted for a several months I will explain it here.
Way back about 20 years ago I used to do odd jobs as a courier. Somehow I got it into my mind that although I did not have enough income to go clubbing or visit brothels, I could give strippers transportation. I could make money and get to hang around strippers! Yee-haw!
So I actually interviewed with an intermediary in a small office complex (that used to be a motel, it still had a functioning pool) which placed me with two local "entertainment agencies".
My job was to make sure strippers got to their appointments on time, and yeah I was that dreaded driver accompanying a stripper to the door of your motel room - who would hang around outside to call for help or get her out of there if things went badly.
Generally the girls thought the guys were cheap losers who did not top them enough... And they would laugh in the car as I brought them back to the agency if all they did was "pull up my skirt and show him my g-string".
After reading Tuscl and learning more about stripper behavior, I presume the ones who simply left the room, tipped me for the trip, and said nothing, were doing extras. I was still too naive at the time to figure this out. I got to attend a few free bachelor parties though and watch.
Anyway, I did this for 3 or 4 months before quitting. Too much middle-of-night travel, trips to sketchy parts if town, rumors of other drivers getting beat up.

