I just HAVE to share this one, but didn't want to dig up the old behemoth of a "stupid bar stories" thread. I switched clubs (those of you that know me, know I work dive bars around Oklahoma) and am working at a new place. It's got all the cliches - the ceiling has holes, the floor is cheetah spotted - but the walls are zebra - none of the chairs are without holes, there's a tv that plays the history channel in the "VIP" room, the works. The dancers range from about 30- 45 or 50 in age range, and it is the place that old strippers in this town go to die. In walks Cherry Sin.
I make nice with the chicks (they are all haterating, of course) and start my shift. I go to VIP with a custy, sit down, and find - that there are ROACHES, yes, ROACHES, on the wall behind my custy. I'm faced with a terrifying decision - say something, and move us, or put up with it.
I talked him into sitting by the second stage, where I danced for "his eyes only" in lieu of VIP, and we sat by the stage. I begin to do all my VIP drinks in a dim recess by stage two, and it works okay for me. The other girls start to get pissy about it, and one chick (her name is Michelob - yes, like the beer) gets in my face screaming about it, and basically being a bitch. I shake it off.
By the grace of God and her excellent BJ skills, she gets a $50 drink in the VIP room. These chicks have been here since dawn of time, and apparently, the roaches don't bug them. So when this chick starts to scream bloody murder, we figure something must be wrong, and rush over. She is on the table, as a HUGE rat is on the floor gnawing on her panties. It's a big, bold, nasty one, looking up at us like, RAWR! The bouncer picks up one of Michelob's shoes, beats it to death, and hands her shoe back to her, covered in yuck.
The custy bought her another one.
She danced in the rat gnawed t backs the rest of the night.
She didn't wipe off her shoe.
Good times.



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I needed that laugh.
I believe you Dottie and you have my support 
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