Stalking a Stripper Gets You Nowhere #NSFW [female]
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So, when I was younger I got a job as a stripper, I know I know "awful, irresponsible" bla bla fuck you, it was money. But anyway, I've had plenty of creepy stalking experiences but one will always stick out to me.
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Stalking a Stripper Gets You Nowhere #NSFW [female]

by BabydollAnne

So, when I was younger I got a job as a stripper, I know I know "awful, irresponsible" bla bla fuck you, it was money.

But anyway, I've had plenty of creepy stalking experiences but one will always stick out to me.

When I was doing this job, I was 18. Clutching at the innocent look for my money, and yes, that attracts the creeps. So I was going around the bar, talking to men, avoiding the stage.

I sit and chat with one man for a while, he's... forceful, and creepy.

He talks about wanting to take me home, make me his "naughty little girl", of course as a stripper you're taught to reply with a girlish giggle and say things like "oh you couldn't handle me!

lets go for a dance!"

He buys a VIP, which means a big paycheck tonight. But he also thinks this means he can ignore the no touching rules. He tries to grab me, repeatedly.

To the point where security kick him out about 5 minutes in to a half hour VIP. Well hey, emotionally not the easiest money but it was the fastest.. and two glasses of champagne for me!

Later one of the other dancers approaches me as I'm taking my break, apparently this guy talked to her about me. Asking how much I "cost". She responded with "millions." in a sarky, angry tone..

They tended to get a bit, defensive because I was so young. He said "no matter then."

Fast forward to the end of shift, I take my envelope and start walking to get the bus at 1am.

I'm walking alone, which is dumb. At night, which is dumb. After being a stripper, which is dumb.

I hear heavy footsteps behind me, this big fatty from earlier is chasing after me. Well, FUCK NO. I booked it as fast as I could to the main street, which wasn't that far from the club.

When I was next to a busy mcdonalds, he walked past me, just glaring. Well, thank god he was large and couldn't keep up with me.

Of course, not the creepiest encounter, but i'm scared for what he could have wanted from me.

Thank you for listening, i've since left the job and feel a lot better getting some of the experiences like this off my chest.

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