Stripper Politics: Snitching

I have a confession: a couple days ago I did something completely out of character. I snitched.

What happened was… Two guys come in. Well dressed middle class guys with money (there is a difference between middle class guys with money and rich guys… and usually I make more money off the former) AKA guys who’d be likely to buy the 3-for-50 (the club I work at offers ten dollar dances on the floor, 1-for-25’s or 3-for-50’s in the semi-private rooms, or 135 per half hour/ 250 per full hour champagne rooms. I usually push the 3-for-50’s.) I sit down with one of them. A dancer I’ll call “Maycee” sits down with his friend. 

Some background on Maycee: she’s overweight and carries it ALL in her stomach, frequently can be seen nodding off and scratching herself, and always looks a bit raggedy in the panties, garters, and makeup she bummed off other girls because she spent all her money on heroine. She likes to tell whoever will listen that I’M the reason she doesn’t make money on dayshift though…

So after a minute or two, Maycee gets her guy to go in the semi-private rooms. I’m a bit surprised but think ‘good for her.’

After my stage set and some casual conversation, I’m finally getting around to asking my guy for a dance. By this time his buddy has returned.

“That 3-for-50 sounds pretty good. What do you think, John/Bill/whatever-the-fuck-his-friend’s-name-was?”

“Why don’t you do the 2-for-30.”

Say what?! Apparently this hoe has been selling discounted dances and now I look like the one who’s ripping guys off. Luckily my dude was super cool, bought the dances, and even tipped me extra. If he hadn’t because I was unwilling to match Maycee’s ridiculous bargain, there’s a significant chance I’d have gone crazy white girl up in that bitch. Don’t fuck with my money just because you don’t have the slightest clue how to make your own.

Before thoroughly thinking it through, I went up to the manager and told him what I’d caught Maycee doing.

It’s not like I was making any new enemies by tattle-taling. Maycee and her friend (who’s beautiful, successful, and turning into a fiend before my eyes) already don’t like me for their own reasons.

My club is really well run, not one of those places where the girls are encouraged to establish their own pecking order. So my alternate idea of telling all the other girls in an effort to turn them against her seemed like it might just get me into trouble.

I thought snitching was in my best interest, and I kind of still do, but I also still kind of can’t believe I did it. I was taught (not by my parents, by my peers and friends a few years older) that snitching is a NO. This means talking to cops is taboo, but it also means running your mouth to bosses, girls you know are getting cheated on, etc. will earn you frowns and raised eyebrows.

I DON’T subscribe to this ‘MYOB’ philosophy in its entirety. I have called children’s services twice when I suspected abuse. I’ve given females a heads up when it was some random dude cheating on them, but NOT when it was one of my homeboys. Bros before hoes, and unless the girl is my friend, the fact that we both have vaginas doesn’t mean I owe her a damn thing. I am eternally grateful that the dude who was bestfriends with both my homeboy and his killer told the police what he’d seen. However, I think that in MOST CIRCUMSTANCES real men and women keep their mouths closed and find ways to handle their own problems.

I inwardly shook my head when I saw a girl at work (the beautiful druggy I mentioned above) calling her ex-boyfriend’s halfway house to tell them he had contraband. I thanked Karma when I found out one of my exes was doing county time, but that doesn’t mean I ever considered putting him there myself. Even when things got physical with my latest ex (a topic for another post) I didn’t call the cops. My more suburban-minded acquaintances told me I should have. I had to explain that, for one thing, calling the cops would have made the block hot for everyone.

I still haven’t come up with a definite rule about when it’s okay to snitch and when it’s not. I guess I’ll just keep deciding on a case by case basis, and occasionally doing things I’d rather not have to do. But I suppose that’s a big part of stripping and life in general: learning rules, breaking rules, and finding out about yourself in the process.