
Originally Posted by
Melonie
In a smaller New York club there was one customer who walked in for the first time and bought some dances from a 'newbie' dancer. A few minutes later I found her crying her eyes out in the bathroom. While she really wouldn't talk about it, I got the clear impression that this customer went way over the line in the VIP room ... and as usual the bouncers had a case of selective blindness. I also got thinking that this guy had the 'trademarks' of being a buddy of the clubowner, if you know what I mean.
About 20 minutes later I find another 'newbie' dancer all upset after doing a VIP with this same customer. Same story ... didn't want to talk about it, but same cause and effect clearly meant that this customer was going way over the line.
Anyway, I decide to con this customer into buying some dances from me so I can find out what this guy is really up to. We get in the VIP and I swear not thirty seconds into the dance, as soon as I turn my back on this guy he tries to finger me. I fend him off and read him the riot act ... he sits quietly and we go on with the dance. Not 30 seconds later he tries the same move. I was fast enough to grab his hands, I slap him upside the head and tell him that one more problem and he's 'outa here'. Sure enough, this guy must have figured that the 'fix' was in with the clubowner and bouncers, because 30 seconds later he tries it a third time !
Well, after what he had done to the two 'newbies' and tried to do to me, this pissed me off. When the guy's hand came towards my crotch the third time, I grabbed the guy's wrist, jumped over the back of the chair and cinched the guy's arm into a hammer-lock. I then started marching him out of the VIP room, with no bouncers in sight. I figure fuck it, I'm pissed and this guy is going 'outa here' even if I have to do it myself. We keep right on marching down the aisle of the club's main room and towards the front door ... where the clubowner is covering the cover charge cash register. I stare at the owner and say 'you gotta problem with this ?'. The owner responds, 'nope, it looks like you have the situation under control' ! ( the clubowner knew me well enough that for me to react like this the customer must have done something really bad !)
So I keep marching the guy right past the line of customers waiting to get into the club, we go out the door onto the sidewalk, I plant my 5" heel right on the guy's ass, plant my own ass against the door frame, and kick him straight to the curb ... spouting obscenities at this guy all the while. Meantime, whistles and applause start rising from the guys waiting in line. I was so pissed that I had forgotten I had come straight from doing a private dance with this asshole and was now standing on a public sidewalk wearing only my 5" heels !
At any rate, this customer was never seen again in that club.
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