So I was wearing my favorite shoes, and was dancing up a storm on stage. I was having an end to a great shift, and wasn't really paying that much attention to what I was doing.
I did this simple pole trick, and when spinning around....there went my shoe...airborne!...landing right next to a custy's table!!!
Here's the great part:
Not only did the guy think I purposely did it, (oh yes, he was hot to, forgot to mention...not many of those that come thru the club!), it worked as a great selling point. I came up with some stupid ass line about how the shoe landing at his table was a sign that he needed a dance from me or something--the line worked! Four dances!
Woot!



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