My first night, had two complete arsehole customers...
First one, a vile man in his early 50's:
I chatted to him for 5 minutes, where you from what do you do and all that. Then I asked him if he'd like me to dance for him. He asked how much I said £15 (that's about $9) he was like "jesus! that's outrageous!! i'm not paying that!!" and then followed up by saying (without a hint of irony) "but i'll still talk to you." um. mate, i don't get paid for talking to you - have you never been to a strip club before?? i thought i was very restrained in not pointing out that he was in fact a vile old man, and that i wouldn't have ever spoken to him without the express intention of obtaining a minimum of £15 from his wallet.
Second one, a late 20's pisshead:
again, the usual chit chat... like me to dance for you?
he looks at me in disgust and says "no" as if i'd offered to, say, poo in his mouth or something. i though hey maybe i'm not his type - i'm kinda curvy, that's not for everyone. i said, well how would you like me to introduce you to one of the other girls - what sort of girl are you looking for (there's nothing annoys me more than cheapo's - even if he wasn't going to spend any money on me i want them to spend some money and not get a free perv)
again the disgusted look. "i don't want a dance i'm loyal"
gaaargh! they drive me mad. i'm scared i won't last too long at this job because i'll punch a punter on the nose for being an all-out knob. anyone got any tips or legal medication to curb my anger?



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