Thursday Night!
This first one didn't happen to me, but rather to another dancer at Creekside, the club I worked at breifly (bodyslam man was at Creekside, if you recall that.)
Anyway. She was doing a VIP dance (30 minutes). Very strenuous.
And at the end, he apparantly came in his pants so hard that it hit her leg.
Ewewewewewewewewew.
The poor girl had nasty customer-spooge running down her leg. Allegedly she freaked out and got a shower right away (shower in the dressing room and all).
Poor girl >_>
Now for one from my bar, tonight.
I went round for tips after my set, and went up to two customers sitting at the bar. I did my little dance thing, and the man got a dollar out to tip me with.
So far, so good.
But then, he put the dollar between his index and middle fingers, and extended his thumb and other two fingers out ahead of the dollar in order to grab my tit while tipping me. I saw what he was trying to do, and stepped back, and deftly grabbed the dollar.
Me=Boobie girl :D
AH=Asshole
Me=::tight smile:: Thanks.
AH=::still has his hand up, as he's not quite comprehended what happened:: Wait, can't we touch you?
Me=...not if you like your testicles where they are.
AH=
Buh...?
I walk off. Asshole tries to spank me as soon as I turn my back. I step-turn, he misses, and I lift my eyebrow. "Don't try me."
I told the bartender, L, what happened just in case they were to complain. L sorta shook her head, and said she had my back.
THEY DID COMPLAIN. L told them in no uncertain terms that there would be no touching of the dancers.
They left.
Later in the night, five men and one woman trundle into the bar. They sat right in front of the stage, watched the show, etc.
EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. Refused to tip, at all.
By this time, I'm hot, I'm tired, I want to go home, but I have to stay till close and gee golly gosh lookit that-I'M THE ONLY FRIGGIN DANCER LEFT.
So I'm making maybe two dollars per set. I say fuck it and put in a few walk-arounds before my next dance, and go put on my red velvet longsleeved you-can't-see-shit dress.
And I sat for the first time that night. Just fucking SAT and smoked a damn cigarette.
After some pointing in my general direction, and some talking to the other bartender, N, they left.
According to N, they didn't think they had to tip just because they had a woman with them.
I'd laugh at the stupidity, but I'm too tired.
And, of course, there was the 'omg plz date me' case.
Me=OMG TITS
CG=Confused Guy
CG=::comes up to me as I'm walking around the bar for tips:: Hi!
Me=Hello!
CG=You're really pretty.
Me=Thank you, I do try.
CG=I think you're the best dancer here tonight.
Me=o_O Um, thanks.
CG=Y'know, I'd love to take you out sometime.
Me=::laughs:: I'm sorry, but no.
CG=Why not?
Me=I don't date customers.
CG=Why?
Me=Because I'm married. Even if I weren't, I wouldn't-it's just a rule of mine.
CG=Why? [broken record much?]
Me=::annoyed:: Cuz I said so.
CG=Oh. ::wanders off::
Anyway. She was doing a VIP dance (30 minutes). Very strenuous.
And at the end, he apparantly came in his pants so hard that it hit her leg.
Ewewewewewewewewew.
The poor girl had nasty customer-spooge running down her leg. Allegedly she freaked out and got a shower right away (shower in the dressing room and all).
Poor girl >_>
Now for one from my bar, tonight.
I went round for tips after my set, and went up to two customers sitting at the bar. I did my little dance thing, and the man got a dollar out to tip me with.
So far, so good.
But then, he put the dollar between his index and middle fingers, and extended his thumb and other two fingers out ahead of the dollar in order to grab my tit while tipping me. I saw what he was trying to do, and stepped back, and deftly grabbed the dollar.
Me=Boobie girl :D
AH=Asshole
Me=::tight smile:: Thanks.
AH=::still has his hand up, as he's not quite comprehended what happened:: Wait, can't we touch you?
Me=...not if you like your testicles where they are.
AH=
Buh...?
I walk off. Asshole tries to spank me as soon as I turn my back. I step-turn, he misses, and I lift my eyebrow. "Don't try me."
I told the bartender, L, what happened just in case they were to complain. L sorta shook her head, and said she had my back.
THEY DID COMPLAIN. L told them in no uncertain terms that there would be no touching of the dancers.
They left.
Later in the night, five men and one woman trundle into the bar. They sat right in front of the stage, watched the show, etc.
EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. Refused to tip, at all.
By this time, I'm hot, I'm tired, I want to go home, but I have to stay till close and gee golly gosh lookit that-I'M THE ONLY FRIGGIN DANCER LEFT.
So I'm making maybe two dollars per set. I say fuck it and put in a few walk-arounds before my next dance, and go put on my red velvet longsleeved you-can't-see-shit dress.
And I sat for the first time that night. Just fucking SAT and smoked a damn cigarette.
After some pointing in my general direction, and some talking to the other bartender, N, they left.
According to N, they didn't think they had to tip just because they had a woman with them.
I'd laugh at the stupidity, but I'm too tired.
And, of course, there was the 'omg plz date me' case.
Me=OMG TITS
CG=Confused Guy
CG=::comes up to me as I'm walking around the bar for tips:: Hi!
Me=Hello!
CG=You're really pretty.
Me=Thank you, I do try.
CG=I think you're the best dancer here tonight.
Me=o_O Um, thanks.
CG=Y'know, I'd love to take you out sometime.
Me=::laughs:: I'm sorry, but no.
CG=Why not?
Me=I don't date customers.
CG=Why?
Me=Because I'm married. Even if I weren't, I wouldn't-it's just a rule of mine.
CG=Why? [broken record much?]
Me=::annoyed:: Cuz I said so.
CG=Oh. ::wanders off::