I've only had 2 problems with any dancer, anywhere, forever. Both were at one club in town known for its touchy dancers (to both customers and each other). Both problems I had were for the same reason. Background - I will not waste my time with air dances. Generally I am a good customer. Or I don't go.
Two incidents, each the same deal: dancer pushed my face between her boobs and rubbed my nose and mouth ther pretty hard against her chest. So my mouth was parted just a little bit, not opened, just rolled down a little, and my lower lip touched the dancer's chest. If anything I was trying to protect my lips from damage from my teeth. I can't help that my mouth is not as dry as a bone or that my teeth would cut the inside of my lips when squeezed that hard. The dancer thought I was trying to lick her because she felt something slightly wet. (It was not even visible.)
First time at the tip rail. She pressed my face that way and then pointed me out to the DJ and he announced that customers cannot lick dancers. I HATE dollar bill tricks! There was no one else at the tip rail or doing dances or whatever. She soon left the stage, and it was over. I was a bit pissed off, but stayed maybe for another dancer. Just surprised and didn't try to explain anything. I really didn't care what she thought.
Second time at year or so later, thought I'd try the club again. Some big-boobed dancer I had a few dancxes with at another city club convinced me to go in. I was willing but already knew she was paranoic about germs. After the mouth squeeze, she suddenly grabbed my head and slammed it against the wall. Said keep your tongue to yourself (odd there was no room for any tongue.) Then she started to finish the dance, downgrading it to an air dance. I abruptly said, 'this dance is over' and quickly got up and left. Good thing she moved away quickly. I would have touched her leg or something else while going by cause I wasn't stopping.
That's the club I never go to. And it remains the same snobbish place with a different set of touchy, prissy, conceited dancers - Dream Girls, more like a Nightmare. I hate it when someone accuses me of something that is untrue. I can carry a grudge, but I control it well.



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