Hanging around strippers can be a wild ride. After all, that’s why we go to strip clubs in the first place.
But as you might expect, that wild streak doesn’t end when the stripper walks out of the club. Strippers can live a pretty crazy lifestyle, and if you end up seeing one of these girls outside of the club, you can quickly end up in the middle of all that craziness…whether you want to or not.
I already wrote an article explaining the pros and cons of dating a stripper, but in this article, I wanted to be more specific.
So, this is the story of one of my sketchier experiences seeing a stripper outside of the club. It may not even be the craziest, but it was very close to being the most violent.
How It Started
All of this happened here in Las Vegas. I was at the Palomino, and I met two strippers who were working together. Usually, two strippers working together is a bad sign, but these two girls were pretty wild, and after a few dances, they were happily breaking the rules in the private dance area.
At the end of the night, I asked for their phone numbers, and it seemed one of the strippers liked me more than the other one did, so I got her phone number rather easily.
Her name was Jasmine, and she was 23 at the time this all went down. Her friend was a little older at 25, but they were best friends, at least for that brief moment in time.
Younger strippers having a stripper “best friend” is pretty common, especially when they just start stripping. Usually, one is a little older and takes the younger one under her wing. They end up forming a really close bond, and I’ve seen this pattern happen all the time.
The friendships among strippers usually don’t last long, as they live in a volatile world, and something usually triggers a pretty nasty breakup of the friendship. But while it lasts, the two strippers are usually inseparable, and often even live together.
That was the case with the two strippers I had met at Palomino. They both lived together in a somewhat rundown apartment near the Nellis Air Force base on the north side of Vegas.
A few weeks after I met these two, the one girl who gave me her phone number texted me to ask me what I was doing. To be honest, I had sort of forgotten about them at the time, but I decided to text back, as I had fun the first time I met her.
She told me to come up to the club as they were both working that night. That’s pretty typical for strippers, and sometimes they’re just looking for regulars to come by and spend some cash. It’s like a salesman calling old leads and trying to get some kind of new business flowing.
Since she was fun, I tested things out and showed up at the club.
Just like before, she was happily breaking the rules, and the extras were very easy to come by.
Over the next few weeks, we texted back and forth before finally meeting outside of the club for the first time.
Of course, she brought her friend. I knew this would eventually be a problem, as the friend would probably get jealous of me spending time and money with Jasmine while she was sort of the third wheel.
But when we met up, I tried to make it fun for the friend as well, and it mostly worked.
Eventually, we were hanging out all the time. Sometimes at casinos. Sometimes at local bars. Other times getting a hotel room to hook up.
I really wasn’t spending much money other than the cost of entertainment when we went out. So it was a good deal for me, and the girls seemed happy.
Then one night, I picked them both up at their apartment to go to a local hookah lounge. I had never heard of the lounge before, but apparently it had become somewhat known in the area and was a little sketchy.
People from the local industry scene mostly went there. This included strippers, small-time dealers, and wannabe gangsters of all sizes trying to come up in Vegas. It was one of those types of places that pop up, but then have constant problems and eventually get shut down.
However, I didn’t know this at the time.
We arrive at the club, and it’s clear the two girls I’m with know a lot of people there, which is something that usually puts me on alert. Not that it’s a problem, but it makes me aware that I’m now the outsider, and I need to be a little more vigilant.
We ordered some drinks, and both girls loved to drink, so we all got drunk pretty fast. Jasmine and I were hanging out together, and her stripper friend wandered off to hang out with other groups she knew at the bar.
Before long, her friend came back to Jasmine and me, and she was obviously pissed off about something. Apparently, her ex boyfriend who she had a kid with had just shown up at the bar. She was drunk and mad at him, and this seemed like a recipe for drama.
Of course, she wanted to make her ex-boyfriend angry, so she hung out with me and Jasmine to make him jealous. She wanted him to think she had a guy taking care of her and spending all kinds of money on her.
Well, her plan worked. Almost too good.
Within 30 minutes, her ex and his friends were giving me hard looks and walking past our booth constantly. I’ll admit, they weren’t exactly the most law-abiding-looking group of young men I’ve seen, so I was a bit worried, but didn’t show it.
I’ve been in enough situations to know you can sometimes bluff your way out of things like this. These guys were under the impression I was some Sugar Daddy to both these strippers. In their eyes, it wasn’t exactly clear what my status was.
I used that to my advantage and just acted like I noticed what the guys were doing, but pretended to be totally unfazed by it.
My bluff seemed to work while in the club, as nothing really happened there other than some posturing. But soon, both Jasmine and her friend got tired of being there with the bad vibes, and they wanted to leave.
I figured if anything was going to happen, it would be when we left. So I tried to time our exit in a way that would be the least obvious, but it didn’t work.
The ex-boyfriend and his little gang followed us out to the parking lot.
The stripper and her ex immediately started fighting and yelling at each other. It was pretty obvious the ex still wanted something to do with her, or at least have some control over her, so my being there wasn’t helping things….Especially as he watched us walking to my car where I would drive off with his ex-girlfriend.
As we got closer to the car, the fighting between the two got more heated, and Jasmine started getting involved, too. It was quickly getting out of control.
At this point, I was mostly playing off the whole situation as if I found it all amusing. The attitude I was trying to portray was “bitches will be bitches” and that I wasn’t fazed by any of it. I wanted to play into the fact that I was just partying with these strippers and not really attached to either one (which was mostly true).
As we got in my car, I opened my driver’s side door as the other three continued fighting. I casually told both girls to get in as I unlocked the door. Once again, I tried to make it seem that I was getting bored with this little fight and we were leaving, sort of like a parent who finally had enough of siblings bickering and then just says “it’s over… let it go”.
Both girls got in my car, but they were still yelling at the guy. Then the guy came over to my side of the car.
I think at this point he had already got the idea that I was mostly with Jasmine, and her friend was just hanging around.
But as he came around to my side of the car, he started saying things like “I know who you are now” and “I’ll find you now”.
That gave me the impression he didn’t want to escalate things, he was just trying to threaten me. But as I noticed that, I saw one of his friends behind him pull out a pistol and hold it by his side.
The ex-boyfriend didn’t know this, but I could see it happening behind him. I didn’t want to call any attention to it, and just kept up with my attitude that none of this was really bothering me.
We exchanged some words as I got in my car, and the ex-boyfriend started backing away. He was trying to act tough but clearly didn’t want to get involved in anything. That’s not because I’m some tough guy, but people from the streets sometimes think twice if they don’t know exactly where someone is from or who they might be.
He may have thought I was wealthy or had connections in town. That means if anything happened, at the very least, he would get caught.
I ended up getting in my car, and we pulled away as his group followed behind the car on foot, yelling and gesturing, but nothing more serious happened after that.
Overall, the situation was probably sketchier than I realized at the time. The ex-boyfriend seemed rational enough, but I have no idea what kind of person the guy who pulled the gun was. He could have easily fired off a few rounds at me and not even cared.
Ironically, that hookah lounge closed down a year later after two shootings happened in the parking lot.
Eventually, Jasmine and her stripper friend had a falling out, but I kept in touch with Jasmine for over a year. We would see each other once in a while and have fun, but eventually we drifted apart.
Seeing strippers outside of the club is one of those things that can end in so many different ways, and I guess that’s what makes it so fun.
Just be careful though, as strippers don’t have your best interests in mind, and they can quickly drag you into a situation that you don’t want to be in.
That’s why I say, always try to control the environment as much as possible when seeing a stripper or escort. If the girl brings you somewhere of their choice, you need to be aware that you’re at a disadvantage if anything starts to go wrong.
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