I’ve dated more than a few strippers over the years, and I have an entire article that goes over the pros and cons of dating a stripper. Dating strippers has its upsides, but there are plenty of downsides.
This is a story about one of those downsides.
I met this particular stripper at a club in Vegas. The club was called Lacey’s Lounge, and it was a really unique club. It was located right next door to Palomino (another strip club). They played mostly rap and hip hop, and it felt more like an Atlanta club than a Las Vegas club (think Magic City in Atlanta).
The girls there were wild, and you could always find action with strippers outside of the club, so it kept me coming back. It was completely normal to see customers and strippers walking out together at closing time, on their way to keep the party going somewhere else.
To make a long story short, one of the strippers from the club and I started hanging out a lot outside the club. I suppose you could call it dating, but it was more on-and-off than that. But we were some kind of couple, at least as far as strippers and customers go.
After Lacey’s closed down for good, another club opened that tried to take its place. It was called The Library, and it wasn’t nearly as fun as Lacey’s, but it filled the void for a wild Atlanta-style strip club where the girls were open to hang out outside of the club.
The stripper and I were on the outs at the time, and we hadn’t talked for a few weeks. I didn’t know, but during that time, she took a job at The Library.
Looking to get my fix of wild strip club action, I happened to stop by The Library one night…and there she was. We struck up a conversation and started hanging out again. Eventually, I would just go to the club, pick her up from working the floor or stage, and we would just walk out together.
The management didn’t like that.
But I suppose you probably want to know when the stabbing stuff starts, so I’ll get to that story now that you know the background.
This all happened a few years back, when Cardi B was just getting popular, but not quite a superstar yet. She was playing a small show in Vegas, and The Library was going to host her afterparty. Being a stripper was a big part of her act, and The Library was the only club that seemed fitting.
My stripper girlfriend got me an invite to the afterparty (see, dating a stripper can have benefits), so we planned on meeting at the club around midnight, since the afterparty was supposed to be around 2 am.
This stripper was a bit of a party girl at the time. I always suggest people find the party girl at strip clubs, and while that’s true for strip clubs and VIP dances, it can make for a handful outside of the club.
She was into party drugs, not an addict or anything, but definitely doing drugs for fun at a pace that can quickly cause problems. The night of the afterparty, she had already taken ecstasy before I got there. That’s not too big of a deal, but it kept going from there.
I don’t do any drugs, but I do drink. After I got there, she started doing coke, smoking weed, and we were drinking. So I’m just sort of keeping an eye on her and also trying to have a good time.
By the time Cardi B was supposed to arrive, the club was way over capacity, and everybody was getting crazy. We hung out a little once she got there, but it was mostly a crowded mess, so we decided to leave and go to a casino.
The thing is, in a loud, packed strip club, you don’t know exactly how wasted someone is. But once we got out, I realized she was way too high and barely making any sense.
We still went to the casino, but I tried to slow things down and hoped she would chill out or come down, then I would just take her home. She was obviously high and drunk, and security was starting to give us dirty looks.
Eventually, we left and started driving back to her place, but she didn’t want to go home.
Mind you, by this time it’s about 6 am, and she’s not thinking straight at all. But I ignored her and just drove to her place, expecting to drop her off, and she would just stumble inside out of habit.
But once we pulled up, she freaked out and thought I had tricked her. She started yelling and tried to jump out of the car. I pulled over, just barely out of the middle of the street, and she ran out of the car.
I got out of the car while it was still running and chased after her. I’m not that fast, but luckily, a drunk stripper in high heels is even slower. So I caught up to her pretty easily.
I tried to convince her to just go inside, but she was out of her mind and wanted to stay out. I told her there’s nothing else to do, and no club would even let her in like this. But she insisted that if I didn’t take her out, she would go hang out by the gas station until she found someone to take her.
Yeah, that’s the drugs talking.
At this point, things are getting a little loud on an otherwise quiet street at 6 in the morning. I didn’t want the cops pulling up to see me arguing with a coked-out stripper while my car is still running in the middle of the street.
So I got a little more urgent with this girl and just told her the night is over and I’m taking her back to her house whether she likes it or not. Well, that didn’t go over well, and that’s when things got stabby.
She had this long keychain in her purse, and there was a long bottle opener that was more like a knife attached to it. She grabbed it and stabbed me right on the top of the shoulder, then ran off.
It was actually a pretty deep stab. I was wearing a white shirt, and I could immediately see the blood through the shirt. It wasn’t life-threatening or anything, and I still had this crazy coked-out stripper running down the street that I had to deal with.
As crazy as she was, and even though she just stabbed me, I still just wanted to get her home. Vegas is a pretty awful place, and there are tons of people driving around who would take advantage of a girl in that state without even thinking twice about it.
By this time, her roommates had come out of the house from all the commotion. That’s another good thing about strippers, their roommates are usually night owls, so they were all up still. When they came out, I explained what was going on.
Her friends didn’t exactly love me, but they knew I was a straight shooter, and they understood what was going on.
From that point, they started chasing her down the street. So I figured they have the situation now. They should be able to get her home, as I noticed them catching up to her down the sidewalk.
That was about as good a resolution as I was going to get after a night like that. I jumped back in my car, which was still idling in the middle of the street with the door open.
I didn’t bother going to a hospital, since I figured they would ask how exactly I got stabbed. I didn’t want to have to say a coked-out stripper stabbed me on the sidewalk after I tried to take her home.
That’s just not the conversation I was looking to have at that moment.
I still have a small scar from that little interaction. Strange enough, I hung out with that stripper a few more times after that incident. We would occasionally joke about it, and she would pretend she didn’t remember any of it.
Maybe she didn’t.
Over time, we ended up drifting apart, and I’m not sure what she’s up to these days. She was starting to get her life together right before we lost contact, and I hope she stayed on track.
Anyway, that’s the story about how I got stabbed by a stripper. Oddly enough, I have several stories strippers have told me about them stabbing other people. Seems to be a thing with these girls.
But those are stories for another time.
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