What happened at work last night? VIP Room Drama

Last night, I was dancing for a customer around closing. He was cute, early 30’s corporate lawyer. It was around closing and he was enjoying my dances. Money also didn’t seem to be much of an object. I asked him if he wanted to go upstairs and hang out a bit. He said yes.
On the walk upstairs, I asked him to make sure he understood that it cost more and he responded “I’ve been to Vegas 20 times, so I know what I’m getting myself into.” I was happy and relieved that I was going to make some money.
It was a slow night and I hadn’t made a lot that night. In fact, I haven’t had a lot of success with the VIP room recently at all. So I was happy, but nervous. In fact, he noticed that I was nervous, and I made up excuses. I thought it was just that I hadn’t eaten in hours… but something else was going on.
At 4am they can’t leave VIP tabs open, so he’d have to pay for everything upfront. I went to the VIP host and she started the paperwork. She asked for a tip, and he offered her $20 upfront. This made her furious. It was immediately clear that she had no interest in doing her job anymore because she was tired and insulted by this low-ball tip. She demanded a higher tip. He offered her a larger tip, which he added into the bill. This should have made her happy, but she was still very angry. (Mind you, a tip for me, the service provider, wasn’t discussed.)
He added her tip to the bill, but he wasn’t signing his name as it appeared on his ID. So she made him re-sign it. But instead of asking him nicely, she was just nasty, rude, mean and demanding about it. (This is after he offered to give her a much larger tip and even added it into his bill.) So he was being uncooperative about re-signing his name three times. She told him that she was doing him a favor by allowing him to do a room with me at 4am. (This isn’t true because the club has been pushing 4am rooms now, and she works on tips.) She could’ve been nice and I’m sure he would’ve given her the signature on his ID. He was behaving passive-aggressively because she was being aggressively nasty to him.
I mean, he was signing a $400 bill at 4am in a strip club. She could’ve been courteous. But she was SO NASTY!!! I was getting very uncomfortable. I was aghast at how aggressive, nasty and adversarial she was to my customer. She blamed him for not signing his name correctly and called the manager over. So he left. He decided not to do the room. And I don’t blame him at all. He was getting terrible, discourteous service for $400. I made no money, the club lost a sale and she made no money from him.
But this doesn’t hurt her. She made her money tonight and didn’t have time nor patience for a small fish. It doesn’t hurt the club. They do well and losing that charge isn’t going to make or break them. This only hurt me. I needed that money. Her attitude lost me a sale which prevents me from paying my bills.
I’ve been having issues with her. On several occasions, she’s closed out my customer’s tab without giving me the opportunity to get a tip. Since most of these were credit card charges, this cost both me and the club money. I suspect this is because I don’t tip her enough. She demands 20% from the customer AND she seems to want a tip from me too. If I don’t tip her on top of her tip, I suppose I’m not allowed to make money.
I don’t understand why VIP hosts expect to get bigger tips than the dancers get. I’m the one entertaining the customer, almost entirely naked, wearing only a thong and stockings, feeling his erection through his pants, smelling his body odor… she’s hosting and doing paperwork. And I pay a house fee to do this! The hosts and bartenders pay no house fee!
I’m not saying things are definitely better at other clubs.There’s definitely drama and politics. If I can find a club where the customers and I are treated with courtesy in the VIP room, it’ll be a lot easier for me to make money. I’m getting sick of being blocked like this and dealing with such unprofessionalism, at a place I PAY to work at.

A Tale of 2 Germans: What happened at work last night?

girl: “Tonight I had three Xanax and 10 drinks.”

me: “How are you standing”

girl: “I don’t know, but I know I didn’t have an anxiety attack.”

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I track my menstrual cycles and I’m at my “fertile” point right now. I tend to do better at this time and make more money because it’s much easier to captivate customers. Pheremones?

Last night I started out giving a lap dance to a gorgeous young Private Equity banker from Berlin. He saw me on stage, and really liked me so his colleagues paid for a dance. When I danced for him, I noticed that he had a large firm erection, and he wanted me to feel it and pressed me into it while I was dancing on his lap. He was very much my type–tall, lean, fit, nice bone structure, great skin, broad smile–so I was into the fact that he was getting off on me dancing for him. I grinded on him a little bit. It was hot. I love it when there’s good chemistry between me and a customer.

He talked about going upstairs. But it’s hard to sell Germans on the VIP room because it’s cheaper and you get to have sex with the girls in Germany. He wasn’t sufficiently sold and left. I was sad because he was really fucking cute and very much entranced by me. Too bad!

I danced for these data tech finance guys that were closing a deal the next day with some big commercial bank. They suggested bringing me to the meeting to distract the commercial bank guys. I thought, yes, why aren’t I making deals? Finance isn’t brain surgery and I’m probably smarter than them anyways… wait, but I’m not a guy so I can’t join the boys’ club. That’s why I’m not making deals with the boys and instead I’m dancing for the boys.

I ended up making most of my money off an older, less attractive but very charming and rich German man. We spent some time in the VIP room with a bottle of Veuve Rose. He said he was less interested in sex than just hanging out, and we had a good repore. I was kind of sad I couldn’t, like, give him a hand job–not everyone gets off on me grinding on them through their pants, after all. He was nice and it would have made him happy and it’s not really a big deal to me anyways, especially if I’m being treated with respect. Furthermore, I don’t really see the difference between making someone climax from grinding versus giving a hand job. Maybe I should start working at another club where doing that won’t get me fired and will increase my earnings.

He invited me out to dinner tonight but never got back to me. I like going out to dinner. Too bad. Maybe we could have had a SD arrangement. At least I had an ok night at work in the end. I needed it. There were a lot of VIP room activity, but it was slower than it should be in November–less customers, more girls. Even the taxi driver on the way home mentioned how slow it was for November. What is going on? Will next month make up for it? I hope so.

Frustration level: 2/10 – The night was fairly profitable, there wasn’t a lot of dead time,and I was treated well by customers- it was a low frustration night.

Exhaustion level: 4/10 – I didn’t kill myself, but I did stay at work till 4.

Hangover level: 3/10 – Drinking 3 glasses of champagne on an empty stomach is rarely a good scene, even if I do eat a chicken breast and salad after work. I woke up at 1 in the afternoon, groggy and sluggish, but without a headache. I laid in bed for another hour. I’m potentially too tired/cracked out to work tonight.