Tales from the Boobie Bar!
Here's an amusing one from last night.
So, last night was fairly dead. But a lot of the employees were there anyway, just hanging out-the bouncers, some of the bartenders, a DJ, an extra manager, and the owner (this becomes important later). It was kinda nice, honestly-people to talk to when we were bored.
There's these two customers sitting at the bar together, watching the show. All well and good. Except not.
When I went around to them, the older of the two kept trying to forcibly pull me to him. Me being the master of the sexy-avoidance kata, he failed each time-and I let him know that he couldn't touch the girls.
They proceeded to do it to every other girl, though. Not cool.
After a brief dancer pow-wow, one girl, B, went and told the assistant manager, who went over to talk to the guys. On my next pass around, the guy asked me if he could touch. I told him no, again. He tried to argue with me about it, and I just walked off.
On Bs next pass around, the older guy grabbed her ass. She slapped his hand away and very sternly told him to not. do. that. And then the customer verbally tore into her.
"I don't APPRECIATE you sending the ASSISTANT MANAGER AROUND because I KNOW THE OWNER AND I CAN DO WHAT I WANT."
So, remember when I said the owner was actually there?
B went and told him the whole story.
Owner comes storming out of the back, yelling "Who the fuck knows me?"
The guys: O_O O_____O;
Us: XD XD XD XD XD
Owner tore into them for a good ten minutes while we watched from the other end of the bar and openly pointed and giggled.
I really, really love my job sometimes xD
Then they left :D
And now, one from Monday night :D
At 12:30am, I was the last dancer left actually on the schedule and working. That's cool-I don't mind being the only girl. It's tiring, but it makes the time pass quickly.
So, there's about 8 customers in the bar. I do my set, go around-and only one person tips me $1. And that one person was on his way out to go home anyway.
So I go up to the DJ booth and tell the DJ that I'm sorry, but I refuse to work for free-so he can just put extra songs on or whatever. He agrees, says he doesn't blame me, and puts on the aforementioned extra songs.
One of the other girls who was still there but not working said she wanted to do an extra set. DJ agrees, puts her up.
We'll call this girl M.
So, M goes around after her set. And two guys in particular really, really ticked her off.
M=Pretty dancer-girly :D
G1=Guy 1
G2=Guy 2
M=*dancedancesmilesmile, greets guys, etc*
G1=*reaches to grab her tit*
M=*deflects his hand with her own, eyebrow raised*
G1=You want a dollar, you gotta let me touch up on you.
M=No, no I don't.
G1=What, you saying I can't touch you at all or something?
M=Pretty much, yeah. I don't care if you touch my arm or whatever, but you can't go grabbing our tits, asses, and pussies.
G2=Why the fuck not?! That's what you're here for!
M=No, no it is not. I'm here to -dance-, and to entertain, but not for you to grab.
G1=That's bullshit, then what are we going to tip for?!
M=For the entertainment. We dance half naked. That's generally entertaining to straight men. If you want a hooker, you're in the wrong place.
G2=It's not like you're really working! C'mon, I can make you *work*. *leerleer*
M=*glare* Oh, it's not work? You get up mostly naked on 7 inch stilettos, dance and do polework, then deal with drunk perverts like YOURSELVES.
G1+G2=*blink*
By now, it's rolling around to 1:15am or so. Since nobody is tipping, I won't get up again and neither will M. So there's no dancers. So the DJ makes an announcement.
"That was M up on the main stage-M is our last dancer of the evening, so this is our Last Call for alcohol gentlemen! Get your last drinks while you can-or, if you're going to be cheap, you can just leave-fuck if I care. Thank you and goodnight!"
The two guys glare at the DJ, and get up to leave. They meander slowly past the booth, staring daggers at the DJ. Who just looks back, smiling, and waves. "G'night, Buttercup!"
They slink out, hopefully to never be seen again :D
This last guy was just...odd.
I understand that some people find tattoos and piercings unattractive. That's fine, we all have preferences. And I can understand that it kinda sucks to go to the titty bar and there not to be a single girl without tattoos or piercings (all of us have them at my bar, no exceptions).
But that really shouldn't have been this dudes cue to go off on one of the girls, K, about how she's "defiling her body" and making herself ugly.
First off, she only seems to be making herself unattractive to -you-, buddy. Don't speak for everyone else.
Second off, she's not defiling herself, she's merely marked milestones in her life with body art-you know, like people have done for centuries now.
And third, just shut the hell up. Don't like tattoos? Don't get one then. But you have no right to dictate what a complete stranger should do with his or her own body. So STFU and GTFO :D
But thank you:
To the shy young man who got a dance with me, said he liked my name, and thought I was "adorable".
To the military guy who tipped me a good $30 on one tip round last night because I was a "sight for sore eyes"-glad to help :D
And to the quiet regular who came in on a fairly dead night, saw we were all bored, and immediately bought drinks for the entire bar (which resulted in me ending up with two drinks, since the DJ doesn't drink and he gave me his :D).