Theatrical Tricks

My soon to be lovely lady wife and I somehow managed to get onto the topic of strip clubs (still trying to work out how that one happened) and as a result I was subsequently mugged down memory lane.

First off I'm not a fan of strip clubs they seem vaguely pointless to me but I had one or rwo friends that dragged me to one on the odd occasion. Nothing of interest happened, one or two guys got thrown out and I fired twenty questions at the dancers but all in all rather quiet.

... Not s this little story though

When I was still a fairly strapping young lad, about 5 years ago, I was studying a completely different field to the one I now work in. I used to be a lighting technician for theatre, concerts etc and studied that. Was pretty Durn good at it too.

As a result, a friend of mine and myself were asked to work in one of the bigger of the above clubs for a ladies night featuring some international dancers to impress the ladies presen. (a good load of money and free drinks were part of the package.

Upon arrival we noticed one or two odd things about the place. The bar was caged. The dressing room was gaurded and locked. The lighting and DJ booth was completely caged with an open section to the side big enough for a waitress to pass a drink through or something of that size...

Right... ok...

This was distinctly odd.. 'Other male orientated venues don't have this so what the Heeeelll is this' we asked ourselves. The owner just laughed and said we would find out in due course.

By the Pantheon did we find out!!!!

It all started out well, we did our setup checked everything and had a drink or two before the start and the Lady viewers started arriving. Now both of us had long hair and semi goatee style whiskers and 2 years lugging heavy lighting and sound equipment had toned us both quite nicely so the ladies gave a few catcalls etc. Nothing unexpected barring some of those comments coming from 70 year old ladies was a touch unnerving.

The show started and the ladies started hitting the bar...

Things got a little wild after that.

As soon as the last item of clothing dropped from the last dancer he promptly fled to the back and they locked themselves in. We had discovered the reason for the locked cages.

The women had been getting wilder as the entertainment progressed. As soon as the show finished they went completely spare, rushing the stage, and trying to get us out of our little hidey hole.

Both of us stand over 6 feet in height and as I say were rather fit but we were both scared out of our soggy little minds! One worthy was even trying to jemmy the lock on our gate with a steel ashtray!

We only climbed out once we were assured that not only had the audience left the building but left the parking lot as well!! we decided to take the owner up on his free drinks part of the payment to steady our somewhat frazzled nerves all the while with him laughing like a heyena the bloody time!!!
Never again
Never ever again...

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