I didn’t know any of the “dancer rules” like…don’t dance to another girls’ song on stage or “don’t step on any other girls’ toes” when I first started dancing.
I didn’t have too much of a problem with my song choices but I did step on some toes, I guess.
I was working day shift so there weren’t many girls working and not a ton of customers. I was able to talk to every single customer that walked through the doors and sat down.
I had never met or seen this customer before so I sat down and talked with him for awhile. Little did I know, Cinnamon, was sitting in the corner staring at us and watching us the whole time. She was probably counting how many dances he was getting with me like it was her job.
After countless floor dances, he was going to bring me into the Champagne Room finally…but, all of a sudden Cinnamon comes out of nowhere and exclaims the customer’s name, like they were old time pals. She grabs him away and whispers in his ear a ton, does a slow dance; like standing up how they do at prom (not a lap dance) with him and all of a sudden they go into the Champagne Room together.
The customer grabs me later and apologizes. He says to me, “I’ve known her a long time–I didn’t know she was here, blah blah…she does things you wouldn’t…or would you??“ You all know, I wouldn’t so I was quite livid at this point.
I went to the bathroom and Cinnamon was practically chasing me. When I got out of the stall to wash my hands, she came up behind me, got real close to my ear…and said, “that’s my trick…you need to not step on my toes.” I had no idea what a “trick” was or what she meant by me “stepping on her toes”.
I later found out a “trick” is a customer and to not step on someone’s toes you’re supposed to pay attention to every single girl and make sure you don’t “steal” a customer of hers. In my opinion, the customer should tell the other dancers that he’s waiting for his specific girl. If he does and the dancer continues to pursue him then she is intentionally stepping on toes…if the customer does NOT mention he has a specific dancer he’s there to see (like the customer in this story) then the girl should not be at fault but, sadly…most of the time, she still will be.
The manager did see Cinnamon interfere my time with the customer (you can get in trouble for talking to a customer while another girl is because it’s RUDE) so he approached me and asked if I was “okay.” He had already talked to Cinnamon but of course, she was all innocent-like, saying she was just so excited to see her customer she didn’t notice I was going to go in the Champagne Room with him! When my manager was trying to comfort me, that’s when the waterworks started.
I told him about how I was supposed to get that Champagne Room and about how Cinnamon chased me into the bathroom. He didn’t know about the bathroom part so after I stopped crying, he had a talking to with her and she had to apologize to me. She really acted so sincere; saying I reminded her of her daughter (?) and that she wanted to take care of me in this industry…like, NO. She was scary so I just tried my best to stay away from her.
The second club I worked at, if you’ve read my My Current Relationship post, you know that boyfriend used to come visit me all of the time. He sneaked in some alcohol this night, him and his buddies. We were all on the smoking patio–smoking and drinking. This dancer who had been dancing there for years was sitting at the table closest to the door to get back into the building.
She knew we were drinking and I guess she wasn’t happy about it.
She told the manager that when my boyfriend walked into the building, he spilled some of his drink on her ON PURPOSE and she could smell it was alcohol.
It was a no alcohol club and we were underage.
They kicked my boyfriend out and banned him from coming back. I was drunk and upset…which is not a good combo for me. The manager confronted me and I just started bawling. I said the girl was just out to get me and no way did my boyfriend spill the drink on her on purpose, if he did get anything on her it was absolutely an accident. The manager told me to calm down, I begged him to just let me leave, and go home with my boyfriend since he couldn’t come back into the club. I was allowed to leave, and I hated that girl forever. Still do.
Nowadays, I don’t let any of my co-workers get to me like that. I’ve gotten into a few other predicaments (they’re inevitable, okay?); but I’ve been able to stay strong and not let it all bother me so much (luckily, because I hate crying…especially at work!).