I was on main stage at this new club. It’s a four song set. You don’t rotate stages between songs, so you’re stuck there the whole time.
I think I was in my third or fourth song when a distinguished gentleman approached the stage with a generous offering of $2. No greeting and no introduction. No attempt at being a normal human being. Just immediately tries to direct the money into the front of my thong and says with a thick Spanish accent, in two powerful words:
“Wanna fuck?”
I didn’t even look at him. I just stared straight into the dark abyss of the bar in front of me and, completely deadpan, said “Sure,” while taking the $2 out of his hand. Then I stood up, walked to the opposite end of the stage, and stayed there until my set was over.
I made a mental note of where he was sitting and went straight to the locker room. I spent about 10 minutes changing outfits and came back out… and of course he’s still there. Sitting. Smoking. Being gross and existing.
So I detoured to the bathroom instead.
I’d say about two songs passed before I came out, only to get called right back on stage for a review. This club does at least two stage reviews an hour, which is excessive.
As I’m walking by his table, he grabs my forearm and says, “Let’s go fuck.”
I told him I had to go on stage, shook my arm free, and kept walking. He follows me anyway and throws me another $5.
While I’m kneeling on stage, he then demands, “Show me your pussy.”
At this point, I’m almost impressed. Not a single ounce of tact. No adjustment or self awareness. Just full commitment to the worst possible approach. I was almost smitten.
So I tell him, “NO! I’m on stage. This is not the time or place.”
He gets frustrated and then asks, “How much to fuck?”
Now I’m just trying to make this situation go away, so I throw out a ridiculous Flight Club number. “$600.” I figured that would end it.
He says okay. And then sits there waiting.
So now I’m stuck finishing the review while actively trying to figure out how to get out of this and lose this ever so kind handsome and generous gentleman who already showed me exactly how this would go.
Once I got off stage, I took the $7 he had given me, sat down next to him, handed it back, and told him I don’t do what he’s asking. Then I walked away while he laughed.
I don’t even know if he took the money back and I truly don’t care. I’m not putting myself in a situation with someone who immediately raised every red flag possible and showed zero respect for me or my body.
What I wanted to do was explain exactly how disrespectful he was being and why that approach was the problem. But between the likely language barrier and the fact that he clearly wasn’t interested in being respectful anyway, it wasn’t worth the energy.
I can only assume this man has been studying etiquette and the manipulation of sex workers from USASG and its finest contributors, because that was truly a masterclass in how to show the utmost respect for women in general.
I don’t speak for all dancers, but for those of us who do have some level of self respect, that is not how you approach getting extras at an extras friendly club.
Sorry you had to deal with this asshole.