Dating a bouncer
Everyone has to pay a cover charge to get in, but the guys who know what's up slip me at least more to ensure they get the best seats in the house.
The Scene I bring patrons into the main room, which has three stages with two girls—wearing nothing but G-strings, garter belts, and stilettos—dancing on each.
One will be swinging around a pole, while the other is slithering across the stage.
Sometimes they kiss or touch each other to get the guys excited..they're mostly focused on entertaining the dudes sitting in front who are eagerly stuffing ones, tens, and twenties into their garter belts. Everyone else shows up for one reason and one reason only: lap dances.
I'm the guy who decides if your boyfriend gains entrance to a strip joint.
But don't call me a bouncer—I prefer the term host—and I consider where I work to be a gentlemen's club.
I usually hang out just inside the front entrance, waiting for customers to line up at the door (which they do in droves).
I always let the club regulars in first—especially those I know to be really big spenders.