There’s this guy, we’ll call him John.
Last year John was one of my favorite customers. He was a little lonely and starved for touch. John would talk about how his dog was the only one who would snuggle with him and he begged to give me foot rubs. Every time he came into the club he would buy me drinks (in the politics of this club it’s important to sell “ladies drinks”) and spend a hundred bucks on lapdances. During dances John loved nothing more than to put his cheek against my stomach and move his face really slowly back and forth. When he saw me and my girlfriend hitchiking around getting parts for the bus he’d give us rides and be really cool about it. And he brought me fresh picked blueberries and home smoked salmon all the time.
In return for all his coolness, I charged him my absolute lowest lapdance rates all season long (half what everyone else was paying). I let him rub my feet, and I sat with him and talked about our dogs even when I knew he wasn’t going to spend any more money.
The other day John came in for the first time this season. I was so excited when I saw him. He bought me a drink and we talked about our dogs and my break-up and the crappiness of Windows Vista. I tried to move him towards the VIP room but he wanted to talk some more. Another drink and some more talk. Finally we got back to the VIP room. I started dancing and waited for him to start his normal cuddly face rubby routine, with the little “mmm” noises. Instead, he grabbed me in a tight bear hug and started making cookie monster noises, like he was eating me! I loosened his grip a little and instead of respecting that he hung on even tighter, making even louder cookie monster noises.
At the end of the dance I asked if he wanted another one. Of course he would, he’s John and he always gets $100 worth of dances, right? Wrong. He’d rather come to my van. Again, he didn’t respect my “no” and kept pressing the issue.
He even said, “what happened to the Tara I loved last year who didn’t care about the money?”
I’m not sure how this happened. Maybe it’s a chemical/hormonal issue? I’ve seen older guys get this way with age and senility before, but he’s not that old. Or maybe he had some kind of trauma over the winter that I don’t know about.
It doesn’t really matter because I’ve totally dumped him as a customer.