I arrived at the club at 6:45 and sat at a small table beside the stage. An old fav was on stage dancing, and she saw me and came over to talk. She told me how glad she was to see me and asked me to buy her a drink.
As soon as she got off stage she sat down with me and acted very affection. Her shift ended at 7PM, and she asked to borrow $50 to pay the club so she could stay later with me. She said she would take the $50 off our VIP fun. I was hesitant (Never Pay in Advance), but I have known this girl for years and have had her both ITC and OTC. What could go wrong?
Off she goes to pay the club. I watch the 7 o'clock review, where all the dancers go on stage, and wait for Bambi to return. And wait. And wait. About 7:25 I text her:
Me: You still here? Bambi: They won’t let me work over. What are you doing tonight? Do you maybe want me to come over later? Me: Come see me. So if you're not working over you don't need the $50 I gave you Bambi: I tipped the dj and Housemom. Was gonna use it for staying over. I want to come over when you want me to. Me: Can we talk [I wanted a conversation face to face about what was happening) Bambi: I'm heading out. Are you gonna b home later?
This made no sense. Bambi lives far from the club and not in the direction of my house. Where was she going rather than staying with me?
Needless to say, Bambi did not come to my house. I'm surprised at how easily she hustled me out of $50.


Put some arsenic in Bambi’s lasagne