New Weekend Gig...

Well, I gotta say that my new weekend gig wasn't as crazy as my weeknight gig (That is, depending on how you define crazy.). I worked as a bouncer @ this relatively new club (at least 2 me), so you'd think things would b easier. Well, it is and it isn't. Since I've been on the strip club scene for years, the patrons there already knew me well, so I got along great w/ everyone The dancers, as always r a trip. Most of them r cool as Hell and many used to work in other clubs that I've worked @ over the years, so 2 many of them I wasn't a stranger. The crowd didn't start coming in until after 10:00PM. That's how it is in NC during summertime, people come in later when it gets hot outside and of course, want 2 stay later as well. No major fights, just little bullsh#t stuff that happens in every strip club. There was a dancer I've known for years that goes by the handle, Silky. She's a killer blond w/ hazel eyes and a beautiful ass w/ some nice C-cups upstairs. When I knew her, she had a girlfriend and had sworn off men. Well, she told me she's back on the "meat" trail and just dumped her girlfriend, this truly butch-looking woman that looks like she should b on a construction crew. Why do the really fine ladies go 4 this type? U might as well date a man if the woman looks like John Goodman.

Anyway, Silky comes up 2 me and ask, "Do u know anybody w/ an "8 Ball"? (4 anyone that doesn't know, an "8 Ball" is a reference 2 a quanity of cocaine.) I was like, "What the Hell r u asking ME 4? I'm not a drug dealer!" She seems disappointed until a guy I'm aquainted w/ (as a patron) comes in that I KNOW is a dealer. Silky perks up real quick and goes 2 him. Another dacner I know, Candy, a tall, sexy bruntte w/ blue eyes loves coming up 2 the bouncers and grinding her quite lovely ass on them (and me) during business hours. "Hey, baby.", she says as she grinds on me while I'm @ the door. I give her ass a quick squeeze w/ both hands, then I slap her ass and send her on her way w/ a smile. I still have 2 get familiar w/ the rountine around here. By now Silky has taken "Rod" 2 The VIP Room of the club.

I walk around emptying beer bottle from the tables and winking @ the waitresses. This is an "upscale" club, which basically means that everything here cost more, and I do mean "everything." The night was pretty smooth overall, with everone having a good time. So after awhile I go peak in The VIP Room & guess who's on her knees giving fellatio 2 a customer? No, not Monica Lewinsky, but Silky! After Rod got his "rod" polished, he walked up 2 me and we started talkin. He said that he didn't pay sh#t 4 that dance. I was like, "Yeah, right." Rod explained that he knew that Silky would need her "medicine", so he gave her a discount on what he had. Unbelievable! This girl is trying 2 get this place shutdown! Hell, I need the money after losing work because of a car accident I was in not long ago. But maybe, it wasn't. I remeber someone telling me years ago while I was bartending @ this strip club that while "weed" dealers get no love, "powder" specialists get the VIP Treatment from the ladies. Hmph! What a world! More on this later...