Mini moon stripper gets pissy at my thin privilege If you've seen my previous posts, you know I'm a stripper shitlady at an upscale club by night, cooperate asshole by day.  At my work, most of the dancers (like 90%) range from very thin to very "traditionally" curvy. There are maybe 3 girls who are borderline fat- but 2 of them are older and have that "soccer mom" look to them and only work weekday day shifts  (and make no money.) My club has high standards, but those 2 have literally been working here since before the last owners and they get the absolute worst shifts.  Now, the 3rd fatty is a youngin'. 21 at most, idk, I've never really cared to ask. She's only allowed to work weekday nights and the only reason she's even allowed on the floor is because she's the resident "fetish" chick: black fishnets, heavy black eye makeup, latex outfits, long black hair...carries a whip and dances to Manson.  So she pretty much fills a niche that no one else wants, so they let her stay. She's also one of the trouble makers who fucks customers. Which is annoying because it means that I get random guys asking for half off dances because "that goth chick fucks for the same amount you charge for dances." It doesn't happen much, but when it does...it really fucking sucks, no pun intended. Anyway, tonight I had a mild altercation with Gothic Ham. I finished recurling my hair and fixing my makeup (dat contour doe) and ran upstairs when my name was called on stage, surveying the crowd for new faces. GH  (Gothic ham) is on stage behind me. I spot a new guy, he locks eyes with me and watches my entire set without looking away. In stripper world, this means "come sit with me please." Nobody watches your entire set unless they are considering asking you for a lap dance, or at very least offering to buy you a drink. I hop off stage and sit down next to him at the bar; there are several glasses and empty shot glasses laying around- dancers will leave their drink next to a guy to "mark" him, so the other girls know that she's currently sitting there/trying to woo him. But if a guy says, "hey, come sit with me" all bets are off, it's ultimately his decision. Because of the mess of glasses/shots, I can't tell if a girl is sitting there yet, so I sit down but don't acknowledge the new guy, in case a girl comes back. The new guy proceeds to tell me he was hoping I'd come sit with him, he really liked my set and wants to know more about me. We chat for a few minutes before GH stumbles over, sitting on his other side and grabbing his thigh. She rudely interrupts our conversation with a fake smile and a "oh, SORRY, I was talking to him EARLIER about sport game on just wanted to see if he knows the score!" Guy looks annoyed, tells her he doesn't know and pointedly turns back to me. GH is pissed. She tightens her grip on his leg, pulls out her tits with the other hand and in a fake sweet voice, "heehee dryerfreshsocks doesn't have a lot of tits, but she's got that dorky thing going on, right?" Guy is not having it. He shakes his leg loose and turns his stool so his back is facing GH. She huffs and storms away. I think, oh fuck, now I'm going to have to deal with her shit later... It gets so much worse. Turns out Guy is fucking loaded. We talk for about an hour, then he drops  $300 on dances. GH is literally standing at the stairs waiting for us when we come back up. "Wooow, that was like 10 songs...you guys must of had some fuuun!!" She shrieks, loud enough for pretty much everyone around us to hear- clearly implying I fucked him. Nope, I just give an awesome fucking lapdance.  Guys just keeps walking. He's a grown ass man and I'm a grown ass woman. We don't need that shit.  Guy watches as I tip a bouncer a $20. Asks me if I always tip well. I answer yes, that if I have a good night, everyone else should, too. He likes this answer. A lot. And hands me a wad of money ($500.) GH sees this and seethes. Then he makes a big deal of trying to get more cash (ATM has 100 limit and charges you 20 each time, looking for alternatives) all the while GH is getting more and more angry. Finally figures he can have a bouncer (my favorite one, works 3 jobs and has full custody of his 3 kids, super cool guy) run across the street to get the money out. There's camera everywhere and he can track transactions on his phone, so he's not worried about the bouncer stealing. Bouncer comes back with $500. Guy gives bouncer $200 and me $300.  GH is slowly morphing into a green eyes she-beast. I can hear her bitching about me to the other girls...who are making typical Wednesday money and are not happy about my luck either. I'm slowly getting scared I'll get jumped in the locker room if I don't gtfo. Night comes to an end, guy promises to come back tomorrow, we trade numbers and say goodbye. I head downstairs to the locker room to change.  "How much did that pedophile give you to fuck? He told me he wanted a girl who looked like a little boy, that's why I let you have him, dryerfreshsocks." GH sneers as soon as I'm in earshot. I just shrug and laugh. I never tell anyone how much I made. It's just proper etiquette. You're also not supposed to ask. "He was soooo fucking creepy, I had to walk away. My self respect isn't worth a few bands. But that's just me..." GH tries a new angle, this one hits a nerve. "Is that why you kept trying to grope him even after he shut you down...? And he was actually a sweetheart. And it was over a grand. And I didn't fuck him. So fuck off." Not my best comeback, but I was fucking livid. The entire dressing room was paying attention at this point. Fuck. If you know anything about mobs of females...you know that showing weakness is a sure fire way to fuck yourself over. I basically had to fight back, or her version of events becomes fact...and my reputation  (which means a lot in this biz) is tanked. I'm tense for a second, because this could escalate to a physical altercation and she's got probably 50 lbs and a few inches on me, plus I'm naked wearing 7 inch heels. Fuck.  The house mom quickly steps in, I shit you not, with cake.  "GH, did you want me to pack you some of this cake to take home?" My savior, the house mom asks.  GH is immediately distracted by the free beetus. I make a note to tip that woman a $20 at least for the next month. I use the distraction to get my clothes and regular shoes on and get the fuck out of there. Thanks for sticking around to read that wall of text. I had to fucking rant. Ugh. I'm on mobile, sorry for any errors!!