I fit in pretty well at the strip club and quickly got a promotion to shift supervisor, what did you expect (rhetorical.) The other security guys had similar personalities as me, but some had a problem with the girls and the drug scene. You can’t have strippers and cash around without someone getting into trouble with one, the other or both. A lot of the girls really were high maintenance. You could see it in their dilated eyes. They had lots of cash and always had guys wanting to get them messed up on some chemical or high amounts of alcohol. Usually these were the gold diggers, getting a lonely but stupid guy to buy them all sorts of stuff or all sorts of drugs. Just stringing the guy along like an idiot. Guys will do anything for a nice set of tits. I had to keep my guys in line and not let them get caught up on the scene. When I started there was a lot of trouble with prostitution in the back rooms. The bouncers would act like pimps and arrange the deal and give the girl a sign on what was going to happen and how much in the “private” room. A lot of people did jail time and even more were fired. I do not mind what people do on their own time, but I am not going to jail and I am not going to put up with that crap on my watch.
Don’t get the wrong impression. There are some really nice girls too. One of the nicest was a tall, well-built girl from Ohio. Yes it sounds like a cliché; she came to town looking to be an actress and got into the stripping scene when she ran out of money. She was a really good dancer and person. I really liked her, but had to keep my distance. You just do not mix personal and professional in a strip club. You can get away with a little fun, but it has to always be in control and very limited. Unfortunately she eventually turned and went undead. It was slow with her, most of the Zombies turned quite quickly, but she took a few weeks. I could tell something was wrong but she was healthy and working in a cold environment. My brother thinks that had something to do with her turning so slow. The weather had cooled by the time she started to turn, it was cold in the club, and she could not afford much and kept the heat off at her place. The cold kept her brain from getting too hot. My brother might be a little crazy and feeding the undead, but he really keeps an eye open like I do. He has noticed a lot about their behavior and shared the information with me. I used it to my benefit of course, and added a lot of information I gathered on my own.
