I recently quit my home club of 2 years. I had a pretty good time working there, but realistically the place is a sinking ship & its probably better that I jumped off now. Theres plenty of other clubs in the area & im taking a little break, gonna take a short trip outta town to see a friend &work a different city, then have a few partucular clubs at home to look into. So to stay motivated & turn any otherwise shitty experience into entertainment, this is a thread to talk about your last night at a club, why you quit,what you missed & what you wont.
My last night was superbowl weekend. First off they didnt tell the girls theyd jacked up the dance prices. We were so slammed I didnt go on stage once. Right off the bat I ended up with a 2 hr VIP with a guy that had a striking resemblence to George bush jr. He was really nice, but I couldnt get my mind off it, at one point I told him he had amazing eyes (which he really did,a sort of glowing hazel green) and it took enormous willpower not to say, "but you look just like George bush." I did another VIP with a sort of cynical Jewish guy & the waitress busted in at the end with 2 blondes & what appeared an 80s hair rocker& she very rudely dumped us out of the room. Me & her get along so I tried sayin something about her shit customer service & she points at hair rocker guy & says, "well, this guy just tipped me $300" out we go. I hadnt eaten all night & the gumbo man appears & I get an $8 cup of gumbo that im clutching like gold. At the same time a youngish group of Indian guys appear & apparently the door guy is brokering his own deals, & everyone is an actor in a different play & he sells an upstairs VIP to the group of guys. Im gettin along with one of em & up we go & I still havent touched my gumbo yet. Upstairs I put it on the mantel & were gettin along pretty well, weve been up there about 20 mins when he asks where & when we get to have sex. I say that we dont, anywhere,at all. He shrugs & says, "well, I thought we could, but if thats not gonna happen im gonna head out" his friends were absorbed in their own girls & there was no fuss over it, so I go downstairs happy to finally get a break & eat my gumbo. I casually tell management that he left cause he expected sex & they tell me that since he left early THEY are keeping the money. What? I was up there 20 mins out of 30 & didnt do anything wrong. At that point I was drunk & really hungry & truly shocked that theyd pull something like this. I tried to contest it & they started screaming at me, so I lost it,called them thieves & burst out crying. On the way to the dressing room one of the bouncers gave me a really sweet not creepy hug & I got dressed cursing them & vowing to quit. I head back to the bar to wait on my checks & Lo! The Indian guy from VIP shows back up. By now im a weepy mess at the bar in civilian clothes. Hes asking me whats wrong & as I explain it he starts shoveling hundreds into my hand to make me stop crying. He even offers to talk to management for me, which he does, tellingthem he had to cut the time short & that it wasnt any fault of mine (pretty amazing huh?) The manager rolls her eyes & agrees to pay me. Everything seemed cool again until I get my checks & its not the figure id agreed upon with the waitress. Attempting to sort that was pointless & they just started screaming at me again, so I decided fuck it, thry are terrible people & in 2 years ive never caused any problems so time to quit this place. The clincher is I still hadnt touched my gumbo & the Cab wouldnt let me bring it, so my last image is of leaving with an unholy amount of & in pocket watching my gumbo crash all over the street.
What ill miss: the DJ, the sarcastic waitress, spinny pole, pretty much being left alone to do my own thing.
What I wont miss: the busted dressing room, extra girls, horrible management.



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