Thursday Night!
Tonight there were some major problems with thong grabbers.
The first guy was there with his trashed friend (who is a regular). I went around to him after my set.
He picked up a dollar, and I pulled out the side of my thong for him to put the dollar in. He reached out with his hand and tried to yank my thong off while tipping me. Of course, this means he dropped the dollar, and I backed up quickly to get away from him and picked the dollar up.
Then, as I'm walking away, he tried the same thing AGAIN.
I told the one bouncer we have, who promptly did nothing about it.
So.
Next set, I went to two different guys. The first guy tried to pull off my thong first thing. He didn't succeed (they never do), and I told him to not do that.
Him: But I want to see!
Me: No.
Him: Hmph. You must be married.
Me: It's not that-this is a titty bar, not a full nude bar. You wanna see pussy, you go to a nude bar.
Him: *grumbles, leaves shortly thereafter*
At the very end of the night, everyone wanted couch dances from me. Okay.
I brought the first guy back, and to his credit, he kept his hands to himself. But he whined that I wouldn't take off my thong.
Him: C'mon...take it off!
Me: No, sorry-this is a topless bar! *still cheerful*
Him: *as if it's a huge favor to me* Look, I'll pay you THREE extra dollars for it.
Me: I'm sorry-I could have sworn I already said NO.
Now, we only get to keep $10 of the couch dance money. So basically, he expected me to dance nude in a private room for him for $13. Haha, I think not.
Then, as always, there was a guy that was just WEIRD.
I'm currently the only redhead at my club, and this guy had a real thing for redheaded women. He kept going on and on about how much he loves redheaded women and how they're his fantasy, etc.
Okay, fine. He's tipping well and not touching me, so okay.
Then he kept going back and forth about if he wanted a couch dance or not-he did, and then he didn't. So I told him I'd give him time to think about it, and I went and did three other couch dances.
This apparantly decided it, and he bought a ticket (we work off a ticket system, it's weird).
So I brought him back and started the dance.
Me: *dancedancesmilesmile*
Him: *watchwatch* C'mere, put your pussy in my face.
Me: Sorry, no can do! *still cheerful*
Him: I'll lick your clit so good, stick your pussy right here.
Me: I said no, sorry! (strike two)
Him: No need to get mad, don't get mad...
Me: And I won't, s'long as you understand what no means.
Him: Okay, okay.
Me: *keeps dancing*
Him:...so can I lick your tits?
Me: NO. *all hint of kindness gone* *song ends* Oh, lookit that, songsoverbye.
Then he hung around the bar, trying to get my attention again-but he was literally my last customer, so I was leaving. He just kept repeating, "But you're my fantasy, come with me, I love redheads, I wanna lick you..." etc. So I waited for him to leave, and had the bouncer see me out. I was afraid dude was going to try to follow me, but he didn't, thankfully.
Oh, almost forgot this guy.
So instead of a DJ, we have a jukebox.
A regular customer, who understands that we use the juke to dance to, waltzed up to it and put in a craptastic song while I was trying to put in my dance music.
Him: Oh, you're up? Dance to what I put in. *Not said nicely, said like an order*
Me: No. I don't like this song.
Him: You *won't* do it?
Me: No.
Him: But I like this song.
Me: So then listen to it. I'll get onstage after it's over. Now excuse me. *puts my own music in, sits and waits for his shitty song to be over*
Arg.