So, he asked me to sit with him after our 7pm night shift review. I usually don't hustle customers until after my first stage set, but I figured he would at least be a good warm-up conversation for the rest of the night. I didn't ask him for a dances. He asked me. I have a very distinguishable Eastern religion related tattoo on my back that gives an instant boner to most Eastern Indian men. And this guy was Eastern Indian. He was someone I would have avoided otherwise.
He said he moved to Texas from the Detroit area in 2015 and is in the process of moving back right now after acquiring a really good job with one of the largest employers in the area. I didn't ask him to elaborate further.
He asked me where I live and I told him the suburb. He the asked "where do you live in ____?" And I told him I live on a street at a place in said suburb without naming any street or a place. After that, he just got weirder and weirder with his questions.
We went upstairs to VIP and the DJ skipped me for free on stage so I can make money. I was the first one to do dances all night long. I thought we were going to only do one song, but he wanted a second (with how draining he was, I wish it had only been one song lol, it was way too early to deal with that much out of one customer). The first dance was mostly him trying to flick one of my goddamn boobs after I told him twice to not do that. After the third time I stopped the dance and I told him he can either stop doing that or we can just stop dancing. He apologized and we continued on to the second song where he began interrogating me with all of the questions.
I forgot to write about the part where he told me, "I know you want to make out with me. You should just kiss me." I told him that's not allowed and I don't do that at that club. He then said something along the lines of "well you should do it anyway because I know you're a bad girl." And thank God the VIP bouncer walked through the aisle way at that moment. It could not have been any more perfect timing for him to make an appearance. The second song ended with him reiterating that we should be roommates until he finds a place to live and that he is looking to live in a city next to mine (fuck, lol).
When I got out of the dances, the DJ went ahead and put me up upon my own request. I spent that stage set processing what had happened during the dances and how it was way too fucking early in the shift for that bullshit. While I was up on stage, that weird ass customer left, thankfully.
When I was done, I joined my two friends working with me and I did tell them. It wasn't as a warning or anything like that. It was more of a venting and hoping that they could also try to help me process the trauma I had just endured. If the customer had remained in the club, it was so slow that early in the shift that word would have spread quick about him. If it had been on a Friday or Saturday evening I probably wouldn't have said anything or given any warnings due to how busy it gets in there. It would have been easy to lose him in the crowd, too. Hopefully that makes sense.