As promised
It was my first night dancing in a year or so, and a new club. Fun :D
Things were really going well until one particular customer came in.
He insulted all of the girls. With J, he bitched about her tattoos. With K, he bitched she was "too fat". I got a compliment followed immediately by a complaint-"Your tits are nice, but your ass is too big."
Charming, but whatever.
Then he asked if I was straight, gay, or bisexual. I answered truthfully that I was bisexual. He immediately asked me for a threesome o.O I told him no, he asked why. I explained that not everyone is into threesomes. He blustered and said "Well I mean, look what you do for a living!" I told him that my job doesn't require threesomes. He got mad and proclaimed he wouldn't tip me anymore (which was fine by me, tbh).
He made another girl cry later on by getting dances with her and then screaming at her that she was stealing his money. He left right after-I guess he saw that the managers and bouncers were giving him the hairy eyeball and getting ready to toss him.
This next one I just witnessed.
There was one customer in particular I decided not to waste my time on-when I had come round for my tips, he tried to get me to jump on his lap and basically give him a dance for free. I suggested we go back to the couch room, he said no, I moved on. Another girl managed to get him to go back for a dance.
I was going back there with a different customer who was paying for a court with me (30 min dance). While he's paying, the dancer jumps up and away from the guy she was dancing with and grabs the bouncer. "He grabbed my pussy!"
The customer, of course, tries to say "Oh you said I could."
"No I didn't!"
"Well...I'm friends with the manager, and HE said it was okay!"
"Then I'll go talk to him and see what he has to say!"
Then I went back to the court, and didn't see how that ended :3
Moral of the stories-we're not here for sex, and keep your hands to yourself :D
And a bonus-bitching about the DJ :D
Dear F,
Maybe I've been spoiled by s!DJ. But I'm pretty sure that it's YOUR job to know what the rotation is. Don't ask me-after I do my set, I get my tips and do dances and change my outfit-I don't stare at the stage and keep track of who is up.
Also! If I'm going up after the next girl, tell me. Don't just toss me up onstage with any music you feel like. This isn't F's Tipsy Techno Time, sorry. For God's sake, if you HAVE to toss me up there without telling me, at least use my CDs! That I know I like! They're right! Fucking! There!
No love,
Samara