"Looking for beautiful bikini bartenders" was what the subject heading read and being that I was a bit of a hot tamale in a two piece, I clicked on it and discovered that you don't even have to be a bartender to do the job! That's when I should have known it was too good to be true. You only had to wear a bikini and serve some drinks right? How hard could it possibly be?
Turned out it was a lot harder than I'd first realized to serve luke-warm beers and drinks to working class spanish men while simultaneously shaking my money maker on the bar which I was too tall to even stand up on without hitting my head on the ceiling. In one night working as a "bikini bartender", I'd managed to make $120 but alas I think the manager saw my discomfort in thrusting my private lady parts in the faces of random men and decided that he'd keep my application "on file". Now I don't claim to be a brainiac but I know that once someone says they'll keep you "on file", it was going directly in the filing cabinet better known as the garbage. I haven't heard from him since, and it has been almost a year.
However, I didn't leave with merely a few dollars and a bruised head, oh no, I had spoken to one of the only men who came into the bar that was not of spanish decent and he had given me a contact for another club that was much like this one except I wouldn't have to serve drinks. How fantastic it sounded, the idea of wearing a bikini all night, boozing it up and not really having to work and getting paid all the while! This fancy little idea began step two of my journey into Gogo-dom. I would go and work at the Push Lounge and make a killing doing absolutely nothing, well, that's if the equivalent of "absolutely nothing" was "everything but". So I lay it all out here for you, as it happened and eventually we'll get caught up to happens, live feed style.
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