Tuesday!
Two men came in together. Now, they both have come in, last night and tonight. They're a little...weird. Just an odd vibe that comes from them. They also have a bad habit of trying to get the girl to stand there for their entire tip time for a dollar.
So, I went on my tip round after a set.
Me=Dancer of Doom :D
AH1=Asshat 1
Me=*dancedancesmilesmile* Hey again!
AH1=Well hello again ROBIN, how are you?
Me=Great, thanks! *still dancing*
AH1=*starestare*
Me=...*still dancing*
AH1=*still staring, making no move to tip*
Me=*nicely* Were you tippin' the girls tonight hon?
AH1=Oh, yeah, I'm gonna tip you. *takes out a dollar*
Me=Thanks!
AH1=See, I always wait a long time while the girl stands here.
Me=Why?
AH1=Cuz it's less work for them! If they're standin' here, they aren't going up to all these other guys!
Me=...I think you misunderstand the buisness I'm in. The idea is to go to as many guys as possible, to make money. 'Cause, y'know, we don't get paid for it.
AH1=...but it's less work if you just stand here...
Me=And therefore less money for me. If I didn't want to work tonight, I wouldn't be here.
AH1=Oh well see I think that-
Me=Bye now! *walks away while he's still rambling on*
Then his friend said he wanted a couch dance from me. I said sure, and reminded him that he wasn't allowed to touch me. He said he understood, and I took him back.
First thing he did once I disrobed was try to touch me. I admonished him gently, and he kept his hands to himself.
But then about 3/4 of the way through the dance, he started to blow on me. Which I hate-I don't know what kind of germs are riding the outbound train of his breath!
Me=Annoyed
AH2=Asshat 2
Me=Please don't do that.
AH2=But it's not touchin! It doesn't count!
Me=I am asking you to not do it.
AH2=But it's not touching!
Me=*stops dancing, faces him, leans down right in his face* I am asking you nicely to not. Do. That. Because it bothers me. Okay?
AH2=o_o; *blinks* Uhm, okay.
Sorry, but the $20 you paid (only $10 of which I keep) doesn't entitle you to more than a dance.
A little later, my friend (who we'll call A for the sake of conversation) was onstage.
Two men walked in the front door, which is right beside the stage. They look up at her, and look around the bar, then back up to her. She smiles at them, and waves.
I'm not sure of the exact conversation, but they were standing right by the stage, and A thought they were going to tip her. They told her they wouldn't tip her unless she'd go home with them.
She of course said no. They huff a bit, suprised that we simply don't care about them, and they leave.
Later STILL, two younger guys come in.
F was up onstage.
One of the guys pulled a chair RIGHT up to the stage, and leered at her while she danced.
He tipped her $3, which is good-but then the following conversation ensued.
F=My friend :D
Ass='Zactly
Ass=So, if I buy a private dance, what can you do to get me off?
F=Nothing-we've taken vows of celibacy.
Ass=No, baby, it don't have to be sex-you could blow me out, jack me off, whatever!
F=Shit, if it's not sex, then your friend there could do it for you.
Cue both guys being grossed out.
Ass then claimed that in Texas, every stripper does that. Which is funny, 'cos I started dancing in Texas, and we never did that shit. Hmm.
Aaaaaaaaaand thanks:
To the Marine that is getting deployed soon-
Thanks for being one of the only people that understand the couch dance rules. And thanks for telling me that I exude class :)
Also thanks to that one guy that brought in 5 pots of zinnias. They're pretty :)