The First Night (Part 1)

I called my buddy Steve and let him know where I got the “audition” and he expressed to me how lucky I was to “have tits waved in your face 24/7”. Steve went on and on about how I should get him free lap dances and beer. The comment was typical male banter of someone who hasn’t been laid for months.

As I was taught at an early age, to make a good impression, one must show up to work early and show you are willing to put in some extra time. My grandfather and father lived by this rule. I had always taken this rule to heart and on this night, I would show up early.

I reached the club door at 7:40pm and knocked. No answer. I knocked a few more times until a guy opened the door and peered out into the sunlight. This guy was maybe 5’6” in height, but he was built like a brick shit house. He simply looked at me and said “Doors aren’t open for another 20 minutes, so fuck off!” The door was promptly slammed in my face. Determined, I knocked again, and again. Finally the door was opened once more and another guy looked out and asked me “What’d you want?” I was confused by this time and not quite sure if anyone knew I was coming, or if I had the wrong place or something. I looked at the new guy at the door and said, “I’m Tavis, was talking to JP two days ago and told me to come in and learn the ropes”. The guy replied that he was JP and that I was 30 minutes late. The door was opened and I was ushered in.

Walking to the bar, the new guy who introduced himself as JP asked, “You ever work a pussy house before?” My reply was simply “No, but I did some bouncing at a bar back home”. I lied; I had no experience of any kind when it came to bouncing. JP nodded and simply took a drag off his cigarette. There were four guys in uniform standing at the bar; one was the brick shithouse I had met earlier. Three other guys were at the bar as well. I assumed the three guys not in uniform were in the same boat as I.

Little did I know what I was in for next.