Tales from the Boobie Bar!
First guy.
He's a regular. Middle aged, scruffy, always wears a trucker cap and flannel. Comes in quite often, tips the girls, drinks quite a bit more than he should.
The other night, I came round for my tips and he asked me for a dance. I said sure-then he changed his mind, and said he wanted two dances. I agreed to that (since I had time for once), and took him back.
So I start the dance, ladeda. He's staring, I'm dancing, all is well with the world. Until he starts trying to touch. I admonish him before the bouncer can, and he moves his arms. Cool.
So, he's sitting there, arms across the back of the couch, and anytime I got anywhere near him, he'd stick his tounge out and make a lapping motion coupled with the most disgusting slurp/suck noise I've ever heard.
o_O
Gross.
I told him once not to (which is technically his second warning). He stopped for a bit, then started up again-before I could warn him again, the blessed sound of "Time, Kestrel" reached me.
As I'm re-dressing in the room, he starts talking to me.
Me=Dancer-girly :D
G=Guy
G=Why can't I touch ya?!
Me=Er, because that's not what I'm here for.
G=That's not fair, I should be able to touch ya. Ya want me to anyway!
Me=...no, no I do not.
He stumbled off and complained to the bouncer (!!), who basically told him if he didn't like it, he could leave.
Sorry, but the guy being paid to protect me isn't going to help you.
This next one is short and sweet.
As backstory to this (some of you know, a lot of you don't), I have very short hair on the back of my head and two very long pieces in the front (think Miho). I also am fond of ribbons, so I tie them in the front pieces (earning me the nicknames of "Braids" and less often "Tails") in various colors to match my various outfits.
Me=I just really like damn ribbons. Is it that hard to understand?
RG=Rude Guy
HF=His friend, who overheard the conversation
Me=*goes round for tips, dancedancesmilesmile*
RG=*starestare* *tip*
Me=Thank you! *cheerysmilesmile*
RG=What are those in your hair?
Me=...they're called ribbons. ^^ *(seriously, the amount of men that don't know what a fucking ribbon is on sight boggles me.)*
RG=Oh. What are ya, stupid? *glare*
Me=Not at all. I just like them.
RG=Well, I DON'T.
Me=Then may I suggest you never tie one in *your* hair. *glances pointedly at his bald head* Oh wait. That's right. You can't.
RG=...:(
HF=...:D *reaches over and tips me more*
Me=:D
A bit mean? Yes. Do I care? Not really =P
This next guy...he was just waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too drunk. (Bit of a coworkers_suck on that one, they shouldn't have kept serving him.)
Middle aged guy. Drunker than an Irish skunk and also very, very horny. How do I know that?
Why, because he just had to tell me! AND try to yank me to him so I could "feel [his] boner".
Ew.
He kept asking if I was fifteen. I kept saying no, I'm 25. And he kept trying to, I guess, make me roleplay being fifteen. And just no. I know I look young, but come on now.
So I walked off, not in the mood to be forced into a pedophiles fantasy.
A little later, he asked one of the other girls for a Court (half hour long dance downstairs). The dancer is freaking out-she needs the money, but she knows as well as the rest of us do that the dance would go maybe, maybe two minutes before he got all three warnings and the dance would be ended. Dancer didn't want to waste her time and lose the money (Courts are $175, and when one is ended because the customer is Being A Blazing Moron, the customer tends to demand his money back). Dancer is assured that if she really wants to try, she'll get her money. She gets her money and goes down.
Not even two minutes later, and she's back up. Girl didn't even get time to take off her top before dude got three strikes.
What a winner @_@
But thanks-
To the older dude who came in with his two sons-you guys were funny, good conversation, and very good tippers (the older guy just kept pressing money into my hand as long as I stood there-I stood there a very long time :D).
To the regular who always comes in, tips two dollars, then tips a third, saying "And one for good luck!" That always makes me smile, no matter how crappy the day ^^
And to the guy who overheard the girls ordering lunch, and paid for it when it arrived-you're awesome :D