I had a customer come in. He seemed ok, and wanted to take me and another dancer to the Champagne lounge for an hour. Cool...however, when we got up there...it turned out he was a total freak. FIRST, he pulls out a small bag of blow, to get the party "started". I just about hit the ceiling!! He put it away and told us he would "behave" himself. Fine...so then the other girl and I start dancing for him. Lo and behold...I just happened to catch a glimpse in the mirror and the bastard was whacking off!! I mean, WTF? He's just like, "no, no...keep dancing...I'll be done in a minute!!" I almost puked. I've been to the CL many times, and I've never run into that. He offered me $1000 to "finish" him off. Yeah, like I'm gonna touch THAT. Ewwwwww...I wanted to bitch slap the asshole for being that bold and stupid...AND, he's a local fireman...which gives me a lot of confidence in our department...not. Grrrrr.
Then the DJ was being a total rat bastard last night. Each time before I sign out for something, I check with the DJ to make sure that I am not going to be going up on stage any time soon. He would always say, "not likely". So, the first time, I signed out to go to the washroom (that time of the month). I run upstairs, get my stuff and head for the bathroom...Just as I sit on the toilet, I hear him call me to the main stage for my set. So, I had 2 minutes to finish what I was doing, wash my hands and get down the stairs and to the stage for my set. Needless to say, I missed part of my set. Fine...fluke, whatever. A couple of hours go by and I get hungry, so I tell him I am going upstairs for a break and to eat...I get upstairs, my housemom makes me a sandwich and as I bite into the sandwhich, he calls me up to the stage for another set!! WTF?? So, now he YELLS at me for being late and missing my first set!! I asked him why he called me to the stage each time I went upstairs...and he just yells at me and says, "You make your set on-time no matter what!!" I got so pissed off, I stormed out of the DJ booth and ran into my manager (I LOVE my manager). He asks me why I am mad, and I tell him...he just tells me the loophole to get our asshole DJ (who goes through PMS, it seems) to not call us to the stage when we go upstairs. He makes a joke and then I go happily on my way. Well, I get back downstairs, and the DJ walks past me and says something REALLY snotty about "my friend". I just brushed it off...bastard.
The topper was when I got called to the main stage for my last set...I had just gotten done giving a dance and the guy was fishing for my dance money (which I won't leave until I get that)...As he's putting it in my garter, my DJ LEAVES the DJ booth and comes down onto the floor and YELLS at me in front of my customers.I missed, like, the first minute of my set...big fucking deal...grrrrrrrr...
I only tipped him peanuts last night. I was sooooo pissed off because normally I tip him out $20 a night. I tip him more than most of the other girls do, so WTF?
Anyways...that's my rant...whew...I feel better now.![]()



I missed, like, the first minute of my set...big fucking deal...grrrrrrrr...

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I feel much better now!



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