I’ve been a stripper for the last eight years. This happened a little over two years ago.
Background information for those who don’t know much about strip clubs: every dance you do, the stripper gets part of the money and the club gets a small fee. When you leave, you have to do tip out.
This group of guys came in for a bachelor party. I love bachelor parties – but only for one thing…I have a sweet spot for the quiet man who looks so uncomfortable to be there during the bachelor party. They typically have the best personality of the bunch, and it’s kinda cute how they don’t know how strip clubs work. The rest of the group also usually pitches in to buy several dances to try and make sure he has a good time since he’s typically so nervous to be there.
This group, tho, wasn’t paying for a dance. But I kept finding myself going back to him anyway to talk. I’d leave to get a drink and do a few dances, come back, and continue talking with him.