The first Night (Part 2)

I met the new guys, shot the shit a little as the regular bouncers stood around the bar cracking jokes. We were then notified about something that caused two guys to walk out on the spot. This night, the night I was to learn the ropes, was Amateur Male Dancer Night. Shit. I was under the impression I would be swimming in perky breasts, but now I am forced to watch swinging sausage. Shit.

Roger, the head bouncer, gave us a little pep talk before the doors were opened. He told us to keep our eyes open “because horny woman with a few drinks in them are more troublesome than a full biker gang”. We were also told to keep our eyes on the private booths stationed at the back and make sure nobody used them.

Me and the other new guy would work rotating shifts at the door, the stairs leading to the private booths, the stage, and the bar. All in all, we would stay in each position for 15 minutes at a time, then rotate. Communication was made through two-way radios that each of the “meat heads” had. From what I learned over the next several months, these two-way radios were worthless and only transferred static and not communication.

The doors opened and the girls filled in. I checked ID at the door, confiscated a few fake ID’s that girls were passing off. I made my rounds, met up with a few girls from my college course that got in using borrowed ID’s., yet were underage.

I strategically placed myself behind pillars for the whole night so I could block out the male dancer on stage, but keep a good eye on the crowd. A few girls needed to be escorted out, a few more needed to be kicked out, but the regular bouncers did that job. I had to take a few cameras from girls and destroy the film. I got a drink poured over my head for my efforts. Girls like to take pictures of everything. Pictures of everything are against house rules.

On one pass by the private booths, I noticed a few shadows looming in a corner. I found a guy making out with some girl, so I grabbed the guy using the meat hook maneuver, and tossed him out of the booth. Shortly after, I would realize that the guy happened to be my manger. JP was steamed, but then he laughed because I was doing what I was told to do. The smiled at me and politely told me to fuck off. I did just that.

At the end of the night, I earned $40 in tips from girls who just handed me money. Just before closing, Shrek (the brick shit house) told me about the Staff Special. He said that during ladies night, each male staff had to find himself a girl and go up on stage and dance. The last staff on stage had to buy a round for everyone. I guess this was a ploy for the new guy (me) to be exploited; yet I was the first one on stage, and Roger had to pitch in for the round that was over $100.

After closing, Roger asked me where I had worked before. I fed him a line of bullshit about bars back home and Roger notified me that he liked me, that I had good instincts, and I was hired.

That was my first night at work.