Encouraged by Kiera's thread I decided to share my "Asshole Tax" story, and see if you girls have any of your own!
The club worked at a while back was very high end, beautiful and large. The managers treated the women like cattle, shuffling us through, using us up and spitting us out as fast as possible to make room for the new heard. So...dancer support was limited to say the least. If you had issues, you solved it on your own and accepted the consequences. (In my mind that's how it played out anyway)
So one night a guy calls me over for a dance, nice looking guy, dressed well, expensive clothes and such. I think "Awesome! $$$".
Not even 10 seconds into the dance and this guy is the human octopus, all over the place! So I tell him nicely he has to keep his hands to himself, he keeps going, I say "Well, you obviously aren't in the mood for a regular dance, we should go to the VIP." Him: "No thanks." So I explain that he needs to quit groping me or this dance is over...he proceeds to grab my hand and place it right on his crotch. Only for a split second and at the very end of the dance. The song ends...he asks how much he owes.
"10 for the dance and $10 asshole fee."
Him: "A what?"
Me: "Well, you were so rude to me and insulting, I highly suggest you tip me to make up for it."
Hands me a 20 laughing (He thought I was kidding?)
"I'll take my change please."
Me: "Are you sure you don't want to tip me?"
Him: "Yes."
Okayyyyyy........I go to the bar, make sure I get two fives in there for his change, and on the way back I am ripping the fives into itty bitty pieces. I pass the one bouncer who I know and is a friend and let him know I'm about to be a bitch.
The guy is standing there, holds out his hand and I sprinkle the little pieces into his palm. "What the hell is this?!?!"
Me: "Gosh, I don't know!! It just came like that! But you know....you're so good with your hands I bet you could just tape it all together in no time!" insert wink here "Have fun with that!"
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