First Dilemma of 2010

So it's pretty dead at work, first week of 2010. It's understandable though, people are recovering from the holiday season. Not like they partied that hard this particular season; the club was almost consistently empty-ish throughout the whole month of December. I did manage to meet the only fat goose that came by last night. I didn't make a killing with this one, but he still was pretty generous for a guy who didn't drink much and had no interest in neither cookies nor naughty stuff. Not like I volunteered to provide him with either, however I did offer to organize it. What a bad girl I am, honestly... Anyway, the guy had his one hour of squeaky-clean, wholesome fun, distributed his fat little bonuses to me and my girlfriend (we didn't even ask for it!), and suggested to make plans next week to meet up outside. So here is the dilemma: from what I know of that goose- he is pretty-pretty-pretty loaded. How do I play it so to keep the goose happy and myself nice and spotless?

Fire in the Club

I almost burned down in the club last night. Around 2 am, in the middle of one of the busiest night of this Christmas season, right as I and my friend Ri were leading our customer to a private room, the fire alarms went off. Apparently something caught on fire in the basement of the club. What idiot was playing with the matches and why I will never know! I hope he/she was fired... Any way, so the club started filling with smoke, our personnel and customers are half-crazed with panic and excitement, Ri and I are thinking: Fuck, our private room might not even happen now, how rotten is that?! Here we have a perfectly nice, sweet customer, who, by the way, is carrying his own 'candies', and here the damn fire alarm goes off, and the club is filled with yukky smoke! So the fire people arrived and made us all leave the club and hang outside. I was wearing a tiny Santa skirt and Santa bra, and 6 inch platform shoes. 22F degrees outside. So last night was pure hell. They kept us waiting for a half of hour until we were let back in. About 100 half-naked dancers, most of them in stupid Santa get-ups, and just as many customers... Pure Hell!