We arrived at the club just as my husband’s stripper was about to
dance her first set. It was a weekday evening, and so the club was not
crowded. After her first dance, the gentleman sitting at the table next
to ours purchased a lap dance for me—from her. He had no idea how
explosive the Pandora’s Box was that he was opening. But this
gentleman’s gift worked perfectly into my plan. My husband’s stripper
came over and gave me the lap dance, and when she was done I told her
that I wanted to go to VIP with her and
several girls. I had also asked for the club’s manager to come over to
our table, and when the manager arrived I handed her my husband’s
unlimited American Express credit card. I had a card connected to his
account; however, the account was his responsibility to pay. I gave the
manager my sweetest smile and instructed her to send over the girl who
had just danced for me, plus several other dancers, to the VIP room, where I would meet them. And I did not stop there. In addition to the VIP service, I asked her to serve Cristal champagne to all the patrons in the club until closing time.
When my friend and I arrived in the VIP
section, my husband’s stripper sat me down, and then sat on my lap, and
asked me what I wanted her to do. I looked at her, and then grabbed her
by both arms: I told her to do to me exactly what she had been doing to
my husband over the last two weeks. She shook free from my grip, and
jumped up and ran to presumably phone my husband. However, before she
could make the call, the club’s manager persuaded her back to our VIP
room. I had way too much champagne that evening, but I do recall that
at the end of this revenge-filled evening, I was brought a bill that was
well over $26,000. I tipped generously and signed the receipt. Read More Story >>
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