Hi guys, just got back from Mistys, and got ripped off by Fantasia. She's slim, dark brown hair in a ponytail (not braided), with tatoos and hard manmades. She's worked at Diamonds, Loco and C.B.
She can't count, and lied about who was on the stage when we went to the VIP, as well as how many songs she danced for. On top of that, she didn't take her clothes off for the first 2 songs, more of a peakaboo show, she stabbed Mr. Happy twice with her spiked heels, and nailed me in the ribs twice as well. When I said I'd had enough, after 3 songs, she got upset. She was making a fuss, in front of the other dancers in the VIP, so I gave in and gave her the $100 she said I owed her.
She was wearing body oil, so I went to the washroom to wash my hands, and when I came out, I saw her talking to 2 other dancers. When I asked one of them for a dance later, this dancer asked if I was going to try and rip her off too. Now if Fantasia had a problem, I wish she had gone to the doorman, then he and could have had it out. I should have gone to the DJ right away, but I didn't want to say something to him I might regret later.
Now for the ICING on the cake, during the third song, she farted in my face. Not a pussy fart, but a stinky ass fart.
Lesson learned again.
She can't count, and lied about who was on the stage when we went to the VIP, as well as how many songs she danced for. On top of that, she didn't take her clothes off for the first 2 songs, more of a peakaboo show, she stabbed Mr. Happy twice with her spiked heels, and nailed me in the ribs twice as well. When I said I'd had enough, after 3 songs, she got upset. She was making a fuss, in front of the other dancers in the VIP, so I gave in and gave her the $100 she said I owed her.
She was wearing body oil, so I went to the washroom to wash my hands, and when I came out, I saw her talking to 2 other dancers. When I asked one of them for a dance later, this dancer asked if I was going to try and rip her off too. Now if Fantasia had a problem, I wish she had gone to the doorman, then he and could have had it out. I should have gone to the DJ right away, but I didn't want to say something to him I might regret later.
Now for the ICING on the cake, during the third song, she farted in my face. Not a pussy fart, but a stinky ass fart.
Lesson learned again.