The second most disgusting thing ever happened at work today.
I was dancing on stage and this old guy sits on the long side of the rack opposite the bar. He lays a dollar on the tip rail and I lean back with my head on... well near, his shoulder. He starts licking my neck! I move away and promise to bathe in sanitiser when I get off stage, but it's my first song and the only other girl in the bar had just gotten down. As my set wears on, I notice his hand is in his lap and is moving rather steadily under the edge of the rack. Sick Fuck was jerking it AT THE EFFING STAGE!
I intercepted the other dancer on my way to tell the manager and warned her about the freak at the rack just as he's getting up to go out, holding his newspaper over his linen pants. The manager dashes outside, prepared for things to get ugly, to make sure that the sicko was indeed leaving and not intending on coming back in after a cigarette. He did leave after being told he couldn't come back inside the bar.
If I had remembered my phone this morning I would have called everyone I'd ever met after I was done washing everything I could reach with hot water, soap and sanitiser. I needed to share the horror.
Anyone else have icky custie stories?
~K



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