Hey! It’s been a while since I’ve posted here. The last couple months have been awesome though! I’ve been traveling, competing, building my business and growing new friendships.
I’ve had a great experience dancing this time around. I have made so many new friends who dance with me, I have traveled to work at other clubs, and I’ve met a few cool customers along the way. Some customers have actually read my blog and learned a thing or two! Unfortunately, there is always some craziness that comes along with the job as well. This was one of those times…
The Creep
During a Saturday night shift, I did a ten minute dance with this guy. He quickly became a regular, but came into the club EVERY SINGLE SHIFT. Typically, clients come to see me once a month or every two weeks. If they have millions, then sometimes it’s more often. He wasn’t spending nearly enough money for the time he was demanding from me while at work. I had to keep reminding him to pay me more each time. After about two weeks, something in my gut told me this man would be a problem.
What I knew about him
He’s ex-military, ex-cop, has a son in rehab, and he just got dumped by his ex-girlfriend of eight years who he stalks on Facebook all the time. He’s been married a few times and now, he’s alone working 70 hours a week. His job has something to do with delivering oxygen tanks for elderly people, I believe. He seemed like a very sad, lonely and heartbroken guy. Don’t they all. He never touched me inappropriately and tried to be nice, but I could just tell something was seriously off with this dude.
The thing that bothered me most was… where did his pension go? If he retired, he would have had a great pension. If he did work, it would only be part time to keep him busy and not bored out of retirement. I’m assuming he got it taken away for being a disgusting fuck. I should probably research this and use my crime junkies, undercover detective skills for this case.
He became a stalker
He bought me a few diamond necklaces that were super pretty and my favorite perfume. He would come in and bring me surprise gifts often. It was going fine until somehow he found my instagram. At the time, my social media had my full real name and information. He started to ask personal questions about my real life and sometimes I could tell he already knew the answers. He even made comments on where I parked my car, so I knew he figured out which car was mine. I didn’t like this shit at all. He knew who I was outside the club.
Once a customer gets jealous or mad about your real life… it’s time to get away. They have become too attached and you need to get out of that situation immediately. I learned this lesson so you don’t have to. LOL.
I started receiving messages saying he loves me so much. He even told the entire staff how much he loved me. He wouldn’t look at any other girl the entire shift. He would only tip me, and didn’t like other dancers approaching him at all. His eyes were glued to me at ALL times. When I couldn’t make it into work some nights and forget to tell him, he would show the other dancers my instagram and how I was the background on his phone.
While all of this was going on, I had already informed the managers and the dancers about this guy. Everyone knew the entire situation and that I felt something was definitely not okay. The managers and bartenders would watch him closely for me and walk me to my car each night to be safe.
The Abductor
Well one night it escalated. There was a sold out event at the club for a fight they were showing and this customer bought a VIP bottle service booth for him and I to watch the fight. During this event, he told a dancer that I had been lying to him about where I would go on vacation, where I traveled to work and that he was mad I would text a girl on my phone.
Well, that same night, I made a huge mistake. I forgot to get gas before work. I left the club at 4am and went to the gas station that’s in the same parking lot as the club. There’s a wood fence that separates the two buildings that sit side by side. My general manager was on the club side looking over the fence to talk to me while I pumped gas. Once my manager left, I saw the customer pull up to the intersection right beside me. My stomach dropped. I hid behind the gas pump to make sure he didn’t see me, but he knew which car I drove.
He drove around the gas station building and pulled up right behind my car. He diagonally parked behind my car, trapping me between his car, mine and the gas pump. This also blocked me from seeing the club fence. He acted like he needed a drink from the gas station although it’s 4am and that little ass gas station is closed. He started talking to me as he got closer and closer. He asked me why I didn’t tell him I needed gas, because he would have helped me. Once he got way too close to me, I started screaming and hoping someone from the club would hear me.
My awesome manager just happened to be outside still and looked over the fence. He grabbed one of our floor security guys and they both ran right over to help me. The customer saw them, and got right in his car to drive away. The managers stayed with me as I got back into my car and watched me drive away.
Out of years of dancing, I had never experienced this before. I wish I would’ve ended things with this guy earlier or blocked him before but it is what it is.
I took two weeks off from the club, so he wouldn’t think I still worked there. When I came back, the dancers were telling me how he came back multiple nights looking for me, asking where I was. He asked a dancer to check the schedule in the office and see when I will be there next. He went to the club down the street looking for me. He texted the waitress and a dancer asking questions, telling them a sob story about how he loves me, but I blocked him on everything. I am very grateful for those girls, because they told him to stop, respect my boundaries and basically get lost. They ended up blocking him once I told them about the gas station incident. I told the management all of this information and they banned him from the club.
It’s crazy to think how much worse that night could have been for me. People are insane and sick. Being in the sex work industry, sometimes you get to see the worse sides of people, the scary, secretive, and sick side that the people in their daily lives would never know. You can be married to someone for years, and never see the sides of them that strippers see. I bet they would be unrecognizable to their partners or family. Now, this isn’t all the time. Some people are cool and just there to have some fun. But other times, people use strip clubs as a secret place to become an entirely different person that they want to explore. It’s extremely fascinating but disturbing.
STRIPPED 