Actually that looks more like the initial job interview. If it was an after-hours weekend shift, there'd be more leather, alot more cocks to contend with and I'd be hanging from the ceiling in a sling, and more than likely blindfolded. I was 16 fresh off the farm working at a gas station 2 doors down from this crazy leather bar. The guys would come by to grab smokes and hit on me smoke joints, I'd sell them weed n hash n acid.I'd sit there all night with a raging hardon wondering what was going on in that place all night long, especially since last call was at 1am back then and that place was rockin all night long.. Until one day, I had some fake ID made, called in to work sick, and decided to go see for myself. I stole from my sister a pair of super skin tight Daisy Dukes, full of holes, no front pockets, all bum cheeks and raggedy thread, and I made them even smaller and holier I put them together with a purple muscle shirt my grandmother had brought back for me from England, from a bargain store called "Pound Town" with the shop's name in old west style lettering across the front, in total 70s glittery, sparkling, reflective iron on print, all pink and purple and blue. This thing was way too small when she gave it to me years before, so I cropped it off just below my 25 cent sized nipples, topped with a straw cowboi hat with a stars and bars bandana for a hatband, but neon pink instead of red, and purple bars , pink chucks and a black leather vest. I couldn't have timed it better. Their table server/ shoeshine-boy/ GoGo dancing cockteaser was a noshow. The bartender asked if I liked to dance. Specifically if I'd like to dance for a packed house full of very drunk hyper-horny, very-aggressive and insistent rough-housing leather men, serve some drinks, do a coyote ugly thing, get the men to spend.... They boys in the house already knew me and offered up some very enthusiastic encouragement. And so I did. What I made between 9:pm and 1am was more money than I could make in the gas station in 3 or 4 months. But the really good cash, how I paid fo my college, my car, my Harley and the mortgage on my first house I earned after last call, in the manner of the subject matter of this post, but with as I said,more leather, cigar smoke, tons of party favours and perks, and more cocks battling each other for position to be the next one up and in.