How drunk would a customer have to be in a lapdancing club to pull his trousers down, wave his willy about and ask for sex, or a handjob, or a spanking - or all of the above.
God it was embarrassing, and the only good thing to come out of it was the opportunity to nip home early. It was a horribly slow night and i told my boss that i was very upset by the whole situation.....
But the worst thing of all was that he grabbed my wrist and I had to hit him with my handbag to get him off me. Unfortunately I'm not living in a Soprano's episode, so the bouncers can't kick his face in. Not that I condone violence, but its a real shame that they can't be a little more agressive sometimes, especially when someones have been a dick to me.
Oh, and who watches the cameras in the private dance booths - every bloody manager and security heavy in the club, but only when there is a funny bit like that guy mooning at me, his white ass cheeks flashing in the video. Another dancer did a spectacular banana skin style slip onto her bum whilst in the VIP, and they rewound it over and over in the back room, and teased the poor essex lass mercilessly for a week.....
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