Last night the club had a combination of winners and losers. I ran into more losers than I did winners.
Luckily I only needed to meet one winner to make up for the bullshit I got from the losers.
Some guy short-changed me five dollars for a few dances, and he STILL had the nerve to ask me to meet him outside the club (OTC). Lately I haven't been getting creepy invites to meet OTC. Tonight that was my only one, from (you guessed it) the biggest loser.
"Any chance of you meeting me outside of here?" dumb fuck asked me trying to act all slick.
"No, dude, you didn't even tip me, let alone pay in full," I said, then turned away to move on to better customers.
I should have told him to keep the ones he paid me with and dragged him to the ATM. I'm too nice.
Should have, would have, could have.
There were also a lot of pervs not tipping on stage. That's always annoying, especially when it's a bunch of guys that showed up together. Don't tell me to back it up and do all this shit when you and all your little wanker friends don't have any money out. Learn to motivate a bitch!
I almost called this one older brown man "Mr. Tightpockets" because he kept staring at my naked ass while I was on stage, clearly enjoying the view. He even watched his friend tip me, and didn't tip when I stretched out my garter for his money. It takes a certain kind of stingy to not tip a stripper that demands a dollar, especially if she is actually dancing. I can understand the drugged-out train wreck that bounces for one second not deserving the tip, but come on. I put enough style and finesse into my moves that get a man's mojo going. I'm DOING my job, dammit. I deserve to get paid handsomely.