Thursday Night Blowjob

Last night, Thursday, I went into my club to do a little work- meaning I had customers coming into the club for dinner (2 different groups) as well as a couple of guys who wanted to see the place. It felt good to be in the club, as tired as I was last night.

Of course, overall, there was a completely different vibe throughout the whole place. It was as if I were in my own little bubble--- actually, it really felt more like I had been casted out of the club. I think I am psyching my self out on this whole thing, like I feel so different from the rest of the people here, and they can all tell...or can they? I don't know. I've been pretty miserable lately. We'll get into those reasons on a later basis.

So, I went to the dining area to meet with my party- I was really hoping for a little tip- it's always nice when I work on my party to get a little cash, but I tell ya- you NEVER get it when you want it, only when it's unexpected...every single time. So I chit-chatted and did my thing, then ran into two stripper friends of mine and started talking a bit with them. They were saying (reinstating my own thoughts) about how the girls are all bitches and hos. VERY money hungry, as they said. Honestly, I told them that I couldn't really listen to it (not that they were in any way pressing me with their info, we were just having a conversation and it always gets brought up).

Then, a guy I used to date or whatever came into the lounge area. He came in with two other friends (one who is engaged and the other he used to live with)- This guy, Jay, comes in on the regular side- he knows a lot of people in this place mostly through me, as originally I had introduced him to the 'right' people. (just to update: while we were dating he regularlly came into the club and it annoyed the crap out of me- most of the time I wasn't even here).

ANYWAY, so I said hello to Jay and the other two. Might I note that I looked amazing last night (thank god). Again, I left them and did my thing in the club. Later on, after talking to my second dinner party, I went over to Jay's table and sat with the three of them. It was actually quite pleasant and a nice change to the norm. We all caught up a bit. I loved talking about my boyfriend to them. It felt so empowering. And the guys didn't even really believe me- the conversation went along the lines of: "You aren't really serious, no way" "No, we are serious. I'm done. I'm not saying that something couldn't change, but for now, I am so happy."

They were so blown away.

Jay at one point told me "I fucked up". I said, "Everything happens for a reason." What I was thinking, but didn't want to add salt to the wound, was and if I were still with you, I wouldn't have met Pierre, who is my love and future. Ha. Jay seemed extrememly distraught that he had 'lost' me, though I didn't really get it with him. Men think so weird- they look at the goal as a prize- meanwhile, why would he think I would EVER date someone who came into my club? Expecially since I had met him outside the club, NOT as a customer. Anyway, it is redundant to get into this conversation right now. The point is, I felt great knowing he felt like an idiot.

He got up from the table for something or another, and his friends were both like, "You know why he comes here..." I responded "I know not to see me" they were like "yeah, to see you."

Meanwhile, I snapped back "look, he has my number and he never calls to tell me he's coming in". Now, I'm thinking: and you know what? barf. Like I want to see you in here. And like I'm interested in you anyway.

Oh, and while I was at the table I actually called Pierre. I called him because I had told him earlier that I was leaving soon, and then I ended up staying for a bit (waiting on a customer to get there)- Out of respect for him, I called to tell him I was still there.

So the guys at the table were like, "wow, I can't believe you called your boyfriend while you were sitting here..." Meanwhile, I'm thinking, what's the big deal? I guess their immaturity is a lot lower (obviously).

Such is such, my customer came in, I hung out with them for a while, I went back to the table with the trio.

Here's the disappointment- sigh- one of the guys, who is ENGAGED, wanted a girl for a half-hour...a 'special' girl. Now, basically in strip club lingo, this means he wants a blowjob. So, sadly and resentfully, I called over WL (whore lord) and he promplty got Micky (pimp) who knows all the 'talents' in the club. Meanwhile, I thought I was going to throw up. I looked at the table and was like, "this is why I don't come in here anymore".

End of the story, the girl looked like a horse, the guy was turned off, (wanted a blonde anyway) and we left. Jay and the guys dropped me off and that was that.

What a lovely evening in the club.

I'll write more later.