Rarely do I find myself overwhelmed in a packed bar, but after a night of aggressive batchelor parties sometimes a girl needs to excuse herself to the dressing room just to hide away. It's amazing how many times one can reapply their lipstick to justify to themselves that their time off of the floor is necessary. In this particular case, we had a dressing room full of girls opening the curtains and running in screaming "Jeeessusss!" Party bus after party bus these drunken batchelors kept pouring in, to the point where regular weekenders were a small minority. And the unusual bit? Every single one of those groom & groomsmen to be were the most Handsy McFeeliest men I've come to meet. The good news is that I didn't have to offer anyone a dance. The bad news is that the moment I'd step onto the floor I was mauled for one.
Some bouncers overcompensate & jump in the moment they think a patron is suspicious. Some make us out to be the root of all problems. Some will do anything to get a bribe... I mean tip.
But the sexiest thing going on in a strip bar on a night of such, is those bouncers who truly have your best interest at heart. It's only now & then that we find a group of men so willing to bust their asses in order to assure that we're safe & happy.
& their doing it all because it's the right thing to do, not because we might like their muscles.
Instead of mauling your local stripper, try to protect her like you would your Mercedes.
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