Last night was dead as a doornail- but I had fun. I had a consistent stream of dances, my customers were sweet, and I got a hail mary pass at the end from a man who walked in right before we closed early from lack of customers saw me from the door and took me back right away - he stacked seven dances, couldn't shut up about how much he was enjoying everything, and didn't try to touch once.
I'm getting a reputation for scaring little boys- did it again last night when a kid came in wanting to buy up my time, handsy little fucker but sometimes they take a couple warnings and some physical persuasion to behave. Then he went for my crotch and I iron gripped his wrist, growled "get out". He went straight out that door without back talk. My bouncer apologized for not paying closer attention- asked how many songs the kid was back there for, "not even one".
I've had a couple guys now buy dances from me, then tell me how I walked out on them or told them off a few weeks ago. I tell them they can find a girl who's nicer than me, but usually they mind their manners the second time around and still want my attention...
I realized my club has mid-level decor and management with full on dive customers. There's this whole world out there full of men without paint stained sweat pants and $10 to their name.
I'm worried my favorite bouncer is falling for me. We were talking about some common interests and he started bringing up us doing them together. I'll have to let him down nice next week before he goes out on a limb- it's funny because if I wasn't already with the love of my life he'd definitely be my kind of man, strong, gentle, fucking hilarious, self-sacrificing, with some real demons he's faced and conquered. He's one of my favorite parts about working Sundays.



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Only un pleasantries involved 2 love struck younguns who desperately wanted my phone number which is always awkward/annoying....One kid BIT me (I bit him back---hard) and one extremely rude asshole that thought pointing out my C-section scar in the middle of a lap dance was cute. I just smiled and said "Oh yes! My husband and I had a baby boy. We're very happy." He's like "Oh you told me you were single.." "I lied. That'll be $30 please." Psssh don't even.



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