By February that year, I was restless, to say the least. Even though I was just bartending at the strip club, from time to time I would get up on the stage and dance a set, just like the rest of the girls. The male attention was flattering and a huge ego boost. The extra money was great, but the guys were not jiving with the fact that I wouldn’t do private dances with them.
On Valentine’s Day, Marco was in South Carolina at a client site, but had sent a bouquet of flowers, chocolates, and a card to my work. I hid the card, gave the chocolates to the other girls, and kept the flowers in my locker at work. That night, the manager, Tony, asked if I would dance the whole night, because a lot of girls called to take the night off. So I did, because I had found a nice apartment that I really wanted to rent and needed the extra money.
By midnight the place was packed—a lot of single, lonely guys just looking for some female attention. I was asked many times for private dances, but kept telling them I didn’t do them. That was until the manager approached me about auctioning off my first private dance to the highest bidder so I could get my apartment faster, since I was so unhappy at home with Marco. I did not like the thought of this at all, but went along with it. It cheered up the room, provided a fun distraction, and by the end of the bidding, I had an extra $2,000 for the apartment I wanted to rent.
That was it. I took the gentleman, Steve, to the private dance area and sat there with him talking. One of the more experienced girls tried to show me how to dance for him, but Steve wasn’t interested. He really just wanted to talk; he wanted to feel heard and forget that he was so lonely for just a few minutes. He was older, 64 to be exact, a widower, and wasn’t really attracted to me. Instead, he just wanted to save me from the “pervs” and protect my “innocence.” Because of my situation, I fully understood his dilemma, which made him feel that much happier because we could relate to one another. This was the only dance I ever took; he tipped an extra $1,000 to make sure I had what I needed and maintained himself as a regular customer of mine at the bar.
After our “dance,” I re-gifted a rose from the bouquet Marco sent. Tacky? Probably, but it was totally worth it. Steve was surprised and it really lit up his face with joy seeing such a gesture from a stranger. Steve continued to mentor me at the club, but never asked for anything in return, other than my company and brutal honesty.
From that night on, I asked Tony to never ask me to dance again, and that despite my restless uncharacteristic behavior, it was not how I wanted to live my life. It was a good experience to learn the art of seduction for many types of men, to bring them to their knees just by teasing, being coy, and slowly removing articles of clothing without exposing the bits and pieces; it really drove them wild.
These experiences of dancing, learning to seduce, and just knowing how to be sexy the right way have helped me get what I want easier, faster, and without giving up something that I don’t want to. The teasing and chasing are far more stimulating and exciting for older men than the actual catch. Many don’t even really want to actually catch; they just want to play the game and enjoy it.
By the end of the night, I had befriended a lifelong mentor. I was also approximately $6,000 richer, grossing the most cash in one night ever for any girl. And I felt more confident than ever that it was time to break up with Marco for good—but how? And who gets custody of the dog?