So I’m on stage, on my back, legs in the air, shaking my shit for the two guys in front of me.
Another man comes up from behind them. He has a wad of ones in his hand. He reaches over to stick the money in my thong. While he’s at it, he seizes the opportunity to go underneath my panties and SHOVE HIS FINGER IN MY ASSHOLE.
I push him away and he slinks back into the crowd.
The original guys at my stage, who I think felt bad for me, try to lighten the mood. “I don’t think he knows the rules here.” One says in a joking tone.
"No," I say, "I guess not."
It then hits me that this club is probably one where the managers might actually give a shit about this (I’ve worked in plenty where they don’t).
"He’s about to find them out, though." I smile and jump off stage. I find Matt (whose job title I am not sure of but know it entails handling things like this) lounging on one of the couches. I tell him what happened. He immediately stands up and asks who it was. I point out the guy, but then become unsure. "Oh, damn, I think that’s him but… I don’t know. They all look the same."
"It’s OK, I’ll check the cameras."
I guess I was right, because I didn’t see that asshole for the rest of the night.
So nice working in a place that actually gives half a fuck about people sexually assaulting their dancers!