A dancer disrespected me bigly, which is not something that should be done to a respectable citizen like me. This incident occurred 4 years ago, but I have been too angry to tell the tale before. Only now am I beginning to see a glimmer of humor in the situation.
I stripper I'll call "Sansa" had danced for me for about 8 months. I rated her a 9. She had a killer body and lovely face. She danced very sensually. I thought of her as my Saturday dancer because I came to see her regularly on Saturdays.
I would arrive at the club in the late afternoon and sit with Sansa, drinking and talking. We would order the New York Strip Steak, which is one of the best dishes from the club's kitchen. After drinks and dinner, we would repair upstairs for BBBJ and CFS. This is as close to a hot date as a pathetic old loser can get.
One Saturday I was not feeling like going to the club at all. I just wanted to sit at home. However, Sansa kept texting me, begging me to come to the club. She texted things like "My boobies really miss you." She knew I loved her boobs. Finally, I relented and told her I would see her at 4PM.
I arrived right at 4PM and Sansa was dancing on stage. I tipped her a dollar and she said she was so glad to see me. But when she got off stage she just stopped at my table and said a guy had tipped her and she wanted to say hello to him. She sat down at the bar with a guy and chatted with him.
The guy at the bar was wearing a baseball cap. He looked like he was in his late 40's. He did not appear wealthy or handsome. But Sansa seemed to find him fascinating.
As the minutes ticked by, I began getting pissed off. The club was pretty empty on a Saturday afternoon and I did not find any of the other dancers hot. I just had to sit there and drink my beer. After 20 minutes Sansa tore herself away from the guy and came to my table. She told me not to be impatient. She would get right back to me.
I finished my first beer. Then Sansa finally came back to me. And told me she was going upstairs to VIP with baseball cap guy. I told her she could do anything she wanted, but that was the end for me.
I know this is a job for these girls. If I had just come in on my own and Sansa had been with a customer, I would not expect her to leave him. But we had made a date at her request. I always paid her $400 and I thought she enjoyed the drinks, food and my company too. Now she wanted to maximize her income by blowing me off for baseball cap guy.
Sansa went up to VIP. When she returned and came to my table I told her to go away. If there had been any other dancers I liked in the club, I would have spent my money on them. But it was slim pickings that afternoon. So I sat there stewing until I had finished my beer bucket.
For about a year Sansa would often text me, asking me to come see her. I refused to even answer her texts. I felt too disrespected. I never found another Saturday dancer. I wonder how much Sansa missed my money.
Do any of you have stories about being disrespected?
I had one who tried to pull something like that once minus the steak dinner, and the ITC sex, we used to do OTC at least once a week sometimes more often, and don’t like to club on the weekend, so I used to come by and see her in the club midweek, we’d hang out on Tuesday or Wednesday afternoon and drink and I’d get dances from her, usually way overtipping, like a few benjis, to make up for the OTC that was unpaid, except for expensive dinners or shopping, or occasional a sports event, more FWBs , anyway she was having a problem one Saturday evening about 5PM she texted me and pretty much begged me to come in so I did at her request. I get there about 630 and she’s on stage, so I go to the bar get a beer and she comes offstage comes over to me and says some guy asked her to do a room and she would be back afterwards but we could hang out and she’d leave with me at 8 when she had the opportunity to pay a bar fine and cut out early. At that point I decided that since I had blown off another engagement, I wouldn’t wait just finish my beer and leave and told her just that. She started to cry and told me she’d get rid of the room guy and get right back to me just give her two minutes to let him down nicely. I said ok, she went back to the other side of the bar and started talking to room guy , after about 10 minutes I finished my beer and she was still talking to room guy, but kept looking over at me, I decided I’d had enough, finished my beer walked past her and said I’m leaving, went to the bathroom and did just that. When I got to my car she was standing right there, crying and dressed ready to leave, so we left together, crisis averted and I had some of the best sex I’ve ever had, she now calls me daddy impatient as a private joke and this happened 2 years ago and she never did anything like that to me again, as a matter of fact she will drop anyone, in no time at all, if I walk into her club and come straight over to me. There is more to this story but I’m not gonna share that sorry, but my point is I did feel disrespected and by letting her know it worked out great for me.