I couldn't believe this happened to me, but hell with me, if it can go wrong it will!
So I've newly acquired the house featuring gig in my home club in Toronto. I was very nervous, because I know all the dancers well and had a little guilt that I got the job and blah, blah, blah. I was very nervous about starting to feature because I thought I might look stupid with all the costumes, the girls wouldn't like me anymore, all that stupid shit that comes with insecurity of a new job like that.
Anyway, I'm three weeks into the job and this past weekend I had to do a two song stag show on stage...my first one as the house feature. I had not talked to the bachelor at that point, our club handles all of that and the fees, etc.
So the plan was to arrest him, (I was in my cop costume) handcuff him to a chair, write all over him, put ice down his pants then to move him to the front of the stage where the pole was, handcuff him to the pole and continue to humiliate him there.
So at one point I'm sitting on him, facing him and stradling him, torturing him with ice where I decide to unhandcuff him and move him to the pole. Just as I finish handcuffing him though, I am still stradling him and he grabs my legs and stands up, thus carrying me around the stage, dancing around with me.
The bachelor: About 5'6", maybe 160 lbs (I think that's being generous) little Indian dude who is so hammered he couldn't walk straight.
Me: 5'10" with my shoes on, 125lbs but I'm built like a shit brick and completely sober.
As the guy is parading around with me on stage, I'm screaming at him to put me down, because I don't like being picked up (I'm usually dropped) and kinda wondering where the bouncers are, but the bachelor either can't hear or is too drunk to understand English at that time and continues for about another 10 seconds to carry me around, where he looses his balance, drops me on my back and falls on top of me.
Oh yeah, btw, this was Saturday night during a full house - lots of people to see my humiliation.
So I'm lying there, Indian guy on top of me. I was very winded but he gets off of me and helps me up and can you believe it, asks to pick me up again. There was only probably about 30 seconds of the song left so I wrote something very rude on his back, got my stuff and walked off the stage.
To add salt to the wound: As I walk off of stage the DJ says over the mic(talking to the bachelor) "Dude, I've seen lots of girls picked up on stage before, but not once have I ever seen one dropped!" Like at what club do you see girls willingly picked up on stage and carried around like a horse and rider game????
Where the bouncers were I have no clue...but I'm not happy with them either. And yes, I have taken all the appropriate measures to resolve this with my managers and make sure it won't happen again.
Turns out I'm okay, but have a really big purple bruise on my left butt cheek.
I don't think the club will be complaining about this bruise!!



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and i kinda think saying 'red dot kind' is very racist.
) and they always go for me for some reason. I don't like Indian men customers, I always do my best to avoid them!

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