Okay. So tonight, near the end of the evening, this guy wants a dance but he's all "ohh, let me take you on a date, i want to party with you baby". Me: "Well, we need to get to know each other more sweetie!" Obviously, this guy is going to be a huge pain.
So I'm walking him back to the dance room and I see one of the bouncers/assistant managers and gesture wildly at him so he follows me in. The customer notices the bouncer following us and throws a shitfit in the first 30 seconds of settling into a sofa, tries to grab my tit and huffs out of there.
I'm pretty bummed and semi-ranting to the bouncer about crappy guys.
So the bouncer hands me $20, I massage his back for a song and we talk about the club and random stuff for 3 minutes!
Super sweet of him. I love my club. The assistant managers often do buy dances from the girls on their nights off and are wonderfully non-sketchy about it. I really appreciate that they help make our nights better when the customers are fucked up.
(Even better: tipout is not mandatory at my club! I tip this guy out maybe once a week.)




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