First Dilemma of 2010

So it's pretty dead at work, first week of 2010. It's understandable though, people are recovering from the holiday season. Not like they partied that hard this particular season; the club was almost consistently empty-ish throughout the whole month of December. I did manage to meet the only fat goose that came by last night. I didn't make a killing with this one, but he still was pretty generous for a guy who didn't drink much and had no interest in neither cookies nor naughty stuff. Not like I volunteered to provide him with either, however I did offer to organize it. What a bad girl I am, honestly... Anyway, the guy had his one hour of squeaky-clean, wholesome fun, distributed his fat little bonuses to me and my girlfriend (we didn't even ask for it!), and suggested to make plans next week to meet up outside. So here is the dilemma: from what I know of that goose- he is pretty-pretty-pretty loaded. How do I play it so to keep the goose happy and myself nice and spotless?

Party in the VIP Room

Had an excellent night at work last night. Went to the room at the beginning of the night and came out only at the very end. There were 6 of us girls and only 3 guys. My guy was the 'money bags', he was paying for everybody all night and must've spent at least $18,000. He was young-ish and cute, Korean boy. Among the chicks that partied with us was Big T, who I brought in with me so I wouldn't have to deal with my guy on my own. Don't like one-on-one interaction in the room. I get bored.

At the end of the night I was expected to go home with him for a 'hard f**ing'. I gave him my phone number (why do I always do that??), and said that I'd come to him after work. Big T was supposed to come with us as well, and participate in the whole orgy experience. Of course, neither I nor Big T had any intentions in going anywhere but home. Promising and not delivering is a part of the game...

As I was leaving the club I saw my Korean and his friend waiting by the door. I freaked out: they were supposed to have been gone! They saw me exiting the club and jumping in a cab; no Big T next to me. As soon as I got in a cab the phone started ringing. They must've called me a dozen of times. Left 4 voice mails. I felt bad, shouldn't have led them on like that. But then again- c'mon! Private rooms are nothing but games.

I sent my Korean guy a text message saying that I needed to to stop by my house first and walk my dog. Later I sent him another message saying that it was getting late and we should reschedule. He called me back and left another voice mail. I still haven't listened to it: feeling guilty.