Tales From The Strip Club
For those who have been waiting with bated breath as to whether or not my job is safe...the answer is yes, I will be continuing on at The Strip Club until Jimmy gets his act together (or Gestapo Tony fires me, whichever comes first). Original Owner said that no, they hadn't found a replacement, but it was a good thing I called when I did because the process was about to start.
M.B. said that everyone loves me (what, even Gestapo Tony?) and I would always have a job here. Damn, M.B. is getting sentimental.
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It's around the 8pm hour on Friday night. The night shift girls are slowly coming in. One comes in accompanied by another girl, one who is not one of our regular dancers. This happens every so often; a dancer brings in a buddy to check out the place, then perhaps audition. I wait a few minutes for the girls to settle in, then head to the dressing room to check who's here and let everyone know where they are in the rotation. I say to the girl who had come in:
Me: (Dancer), will your friend be auditioning tonight?
Dancer: Oh, that's my mom.
Me: o_O
I mean, what is the proper response to that? Better yet, why would anyone want to take their mom to work when said work is in a strip club? I wouldn't take my mother to my job, and I'm a DJ. But hey, to each their own, live and let live, and all that.
The night gets busier. More girls come in. There is a feature tonight, which may or may not have anything to do with the busy crowd. Around 11pm, I peek into the club to check to see if the next dancer in the rotation is available. The dancer of the aforementioned exchange is on stage. Every seat at the stage is filled. Her mother leans into the stage...
..and spanks her daughter's butt.
My mouth drops. "Did you see that?" I say to Bert. "(Dancer)'s mother spanked her butt." Just to reciprocate the love, the dancer spanked her mom's butt as well. Oy. Once again, there are no words.
Eventually, the mother leaves, the crowd does whatever crowds do, last call is called and everyone clears out. Said dancer (by the way, the same one of the "I appreciate that you appreciate my appreciation" exchange of a couple weeks back) tips me out.
"Very unusual to have your mom in here," I say to her. "No way I could have brought my mother in."
"She used to be a dancer years ago," said the girl.
"What did she say when you told her you were going into the business?" I asked.
"She said, 'well, good for you'."
We chat for a few about how her mother was of the old school, then the girl says, "I hope she got home okay...she drank a whole bottle of wine and she was fighting with her husband earlier. I couldn't reach her on her cell."
"I'm sure she's ok," I said sincerely.
"I hope so." I wished the dancer a good night as she headed outside to wait for her ride.
The odd thing is, she's one of the classier dancers we have.
M.B. said that everyone loves me (what, even Gestapo Tony?) and I would always have a job here. Damn, M.B. is getting sentimental.
*****
It's around the 8pm hour on Friday night. The night shift girls are slowly coming in. One comes in accompanied by another girl, one who is not one of our regular dancers. This happens every so often; a dancer brings in a buddy to check out the place, then perhaps audition. I wait a few minutes for the girls to settle in, then head to the dressing room to check who's here and let everyone know where they are in the rotation. I say to the girl who had come in:
Me: (Dancer), will your friend be auditioning tonight?
Dancer: Oh, that's my mom.
Me: o_O
I mean, what is the proper response to that? Better yet, why would anyone want to take their mom to work when said work is in a strip club? I wouldn't take my mother to my job, and I'm a DJ. But hey, to each their own, live and let live, and all that.
The night gets busier. More girls come in. There is a feature tonight, which may or may not have anything to do with the busy crowd. Around 11pm, I peek into the club to check to see if the next dancer in the rotation is available. The dancer of the aforementioned exchange is on stage. Every seat at the stage is filled. Her mother leans into the stage...
..and spanks her daughter's butt.
My mouth drops. "Did you see that?" I say to Bert. "(Dancer)'s mother spanked her butt." Just to reciprocate the love, the dancer spanked her mom's butt as well. Oy. Once again, there are no words.
Eventually, the mother leaves, the crowd does whatever crowds do, last call is called and everyone clears out. Said dancer (by the way, the same one of the "I appreciate that you appreciate my appreciation" exchange of a couple weeks back) tips me out.
"Very unusual to have your mom in here," I say to her. "No way I could have brought my mother in."
"She used to be a dancer years ago," said the girl.
"What did she say when you told her you were going into the business?" I asked.
"She said, 'well, good for you'."
We chat for a few about how her mother was of the old school, then the girl says, "I hope she got home okay...she drank a whole bottle of wine and she was fighting with her husband earlier. I couldn't reach her on her cell."
"I'm sure she's ok," I said sincerely.
"I hope so." I wished the dancer a good night as she headed outside to wait for her ride.
The odd thing is, she's one of the classier dancers we have.