Sassy by name, Sassy by nature, I write to explode the myths which surround the lapdancing profession - standing up for the clubs, the girls and the customers. Its not always drinking champagne and playing with my tits - it can be hassle, hustling and hangovers. At heart I'm just a regular twenty-something posh cockney living in London who likes taking her clothes off...
Oops seems I have done it again.
What, you ask?
That’s exactly the thought that was running through my mind tonight. It’s barely midnight, it’s a Monday, it’s raining outside and both the streets ofnlobfon and my club are empty.
So i might have had a few drinks, but so what? Apparently whatever I’ve done is enough to piss a bouncer off. So he shouts at me, then I complain in the changing room over what a cock he us, then a manager overhears and before you know it
WHAM! A big fat £50 fine.
If you think I am being vague over what happened, it’s because I don’t know what happened. Specifically some lame customer complained about me – I refused to let him touch me in the dance, so he snitched to a bouncer that I had ripped him off. Usually this kind of complaint would be ignored, but he had to choose the bouncer that didn’t like me….