I was drugged and robbed by a real-life ‘Hustlers’ thief

On Friday, “Hustlers” opens in theaters nationwide, featuring Jennifer Lopez, Constance Wu and Cardi B as strippers who drug and rob rich men. The movie is based on the real-life antics of Big Apple women who commit dozens of similar incidents each year. Recently, a 27-year-old man was partying at a trendy Greenwich Village club when he hit it off with a pretty young woman. But instead of hooking up, the business owner claims he was drugged and robbed of his $11,000 Rolex and hit with $4,849 in credit card charges. Here, the Queens resident, who asked to remain anonymous, tells The Post what it’s like to be victimized by one of New York City’s hustlers.

The last thing I remember that night was her telling me to go to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, my head was pounding and I had no idea how I got home.

Flashes of the night started flooding back to me. I realized the girl I met wasn’t there anymore.

I immediately searched for my Rolex Submariner, which I was wearing that night, and wallet. Both gone. A wave of anxiety and shock hit me.

I got dressed and drove straight to the police precinct thinking to myself, “How the f - - k am I still alive?”

I knew I’d been drugged. That feeling, that kind of a hangover, was foreign to me. I’d only had a few drinks. There was no way it was anything else.

I got dressed and drove straight to the police precinct thinking to myself, ‘How the f–k am I still alive?’

As soon as I got [to the station], an alert popped up on my phone. The girl had immediately gone on a shopping spree, and blew through $4,849 on swimsuits and a hair straightener with seven of my credit cards.

“I knew it,” I thought to myself. “I got played.”

I started to piece together the memories as police asked me questions.

It was a Tuesday night, and I didn’t have anything to do the next day. One of my friends asked if I wanted to go for a drink in the city. I said, “Let’s go.”

We rolled up to the Up&Down club around 1:30 a.m. I was standing at the bar when a girl came up to me smiling.

“You’re cute. What’s your name?” she asked, putting her arm around me. She wore overalls, a nice watch and matching Fendi boots and a purse. She knew all the right things to say to make me feel comfortable.

I have rejection issues and I don’t normally approach girls, so I was attracted to her confidence.

We got another round of drinks.

She said her dad owned a famous Madison Avenue restaurant and that she worked as a pharmaceutical representative.

Her co-workers had taken her out in celebration of her promotion, she told me, but they decided to ditch her and she wanted to keep partying. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

We kissed a few times at the club.

I remember taking a couple sips of my vodka soda and thinking it tasted like a really bad gin and tonic. I thought, “This isn’t my drink” and pushed it away.

I got the spins, and everything after is a total blur. The drugs, whatever they were, hit me hard.

We took a cab to my car on 19th Street and I drove all the way to my house where I live with my parents.

I remember walking into my room upstairs, but not much else.

I never pictured someone like me, at my age, being a victim. I think of older men and rich hedge fund people getting singled out, so it never even crossed my mind. Married guys are usually targeted, I think, because they won’t report it.

No amount of money, or watch, is worth what I went through and putting my family in danger. I was shaken and depressed for weeks and couldn’t get it off my mind.

I still don’t go out in the city anymore, and I’ve vowed to never meet random people again.

I even contemplated leaving New York, which is crazy for a native New Yorker.

My advice to other guys: Don’t leave your drinks unattended, even for a second. I later found out there’s surveillance video of the girl pouring liquid in my drink when I looked away at my phone. It can happen that fast.

Now, with “Hustlers” coming out and glamorizing these crimes, I had to set the record straight and tell my story. I’m a real-life version of one of these guys, and it’s not something to brag about.

It’s a nightmare I don’t wish upon anyone. This girl is still out there, probably preying upon innocent guys and it needs to stop.