I was 22, and I worked as a dancer in a relatively upscale gentleman's club on the West Coast for a short time. I had been doing it for about three months and so far so good. The girls were fun and the customers there were generally respectful and high class. After closing time some of the girls and I were sitting around the main bar having a few drinks. A couple of the cocktail waitresses joined us as well. The two bartenders, John and Mike, were pouring us whatever we wanted on the house, so nobody was in a hurry to leave. John just started working here a week ago. He's a bit cocky but… Read more
