Sneak Peek #7 "Dancing Into Deliverance" The Assault
(Explicit Language) This post probably isn't for everyone. Use discretion. And I hate putting this out there in public.
Stan hit on me every chance he had. I never took it seriously. It was just DJ talk. The DJs hit on the girls. All the girls. None of us were special in any way. It was just a numbers game guys play, I thought. Eventually, someone with low self-esteem will say, “Yes.”
Stan would work the DJ booth and also ran promotions, at times. On these promotions, two or three girls would be escorted around town by one or two of the guys, who worked at the club. We would be living advertisements for the club. More often than not, though, our promotions attire was pretty conservative and we looked like your average girl next door. However, on rare occasions, looking like classy hookers in stilettos and tight, rhinestone dotted, velvet dresses, with cleavage exploding violently in your face, we would travel via limo around Downtown Denver, handing out free entry and free drink tickets to the men we found wearing expensive shoes and expensive watches. Yes, we were taught to look for these two things in order to make the most money we could in a shift.
That was not my M.O., however. When I was working the club, I looked for the ugliest guys there, rather than the expensive watch or expensive shoe wearer. The ugly ones were the ones willing to pay for any amount of attention. These were the lonely ones. These were the ones less likely to have ever had anyone in the real world pay attention to them…so they would give up anything for a just glimmer of hope that someone might be attracted to them.
We sold a fantasy and I wasn’t looking for a date. I just wanted to pay my bills.
The expensive watch and shoe wearers were used to attention. In my opinion, they were just there because they wanted to see what they could see and experience what they could experience without any commitment.