9th
Remembering bad times
Awhile back I was working and I met a boy, and I started breaking all my rules. I let him come visit me at work, I kissed him in front of clients, letting them all know that I was unavailable to them. I got distracted and took my mind off my money, for a minute. I was still hustling. So one Friday night the promoters did a really SHIT job. I had never seen a worse crowd in there. Total sausage fest. So I cancelled anyone that I had coming because I knew I wouldn’t be able to book them again. You bring someone to a shitty party, then how are they gonna believe you when you say its a good one. Anyway, so I wasn’t going to walk around to this crowd of losers and try and sell individual drinks, so when my man came the manager let me go and that was that. The next night I have a big fish new client booked, I’m having dinner with our bottle host door girl and the place my man managed. He fed me, it was great. Anyway, I’m at dinner when I get a text 45 minutes before my shift from the owner “Im taking you off the schedule tonight.” I’m freaking out, I call the manager, he says to just come in and entertain my client…I don’t know what else to do, so I do. I go in, I make him spend triple his table minimum…I’m scared as hell that I’m about to be out of a job so I’m all over him and Im not working so I have no escape of checking on other tables. My manager is encouraging this. Big Fish is getting really handsy, I’m trying to push him off without being rude but he’s wasted and all over me. His hands are up my dress, on my breasts, he keeps trying to kiss me. I keep trying to push him off. I give in and make out with him a bit. I feel disgusting. I’m drunk and scared. I eventually sneak away when he isn’t looking, hop in a cab, call the boy crying. He doesn’t pick up. Soon after we break up, I lose that job, and I never booked that client again.
