When a straight guy goes gay club – 01

I again nodded, as I said, “Yeah, I’m comfortable with that. I’ve never flirted with another guy before, but I’m not shy either. At the very least I can stay friendly and keep them ordering drinks.”

This made him smile, as he said, “Well that’s why you’re there.”

He then went into the basic schedule of the club: opening at 8 pm and closing at 4 am. Employees had to arrive at least 10 minutes before their shift started. Shifts could be a full 8 hours or 4 hours, depending on the employee’s preferences, though most tended to work the whole 8 hours.

I was told that I could start tonight if I was available. I jumped at the chance and said yes. I was told to arrive at 7:50 pm and park in the employee’s parking lot behind the building and come in through the rear entrance. He smiled as he shrugged and said, “Sorry, kid, working here you’re going to hear plenty of gay jokes and innuendo. Just roll with it and you’ll do fine. Learn to return their fire and you’ll be golden.”

I nodded as he began showing me around the club. He showed me the bar where I’d be working and handed me a mixed drinks book for me to learn. After that, he showed me the bathrooms, stage, upstairs dance area, dressing rooms for the dancers, locker area for employee belongings, and then walked me out of the back to show me the fenced-in employee parking lot.

I was impressed. As he was walking me back to the front, he indicated the “Fun House” door and told me that I didn’t need to worry about that area. Smiling at me, he added, “But you would be a hit if you went exploring.”

I asked what he meant, and he replied, “Kid, you got the look down cold. You’re in shape, but not overly toned. I can tell you have a great ass. You have just enough baby fat to make the tops drool over you. You have a bright and honest smile. You’re a blonde, which is always cute. Plus if you play your cards right and never actually say whether you’re straight or gay, you’re bound to have guys wanting to find out for themselves.”

He laughed at my dubious expression, and added, “The look on your face is priceless, kid. The back area is strictly for customers to play with each other. No employees are expected to go back there while they’re working. In fact, no employees are allowed back there for personal reasons while they’re working. If we have a private party here, then that’s different. Don’t worry, kid, Brian and his guys never let any of you twinks out of their sight. So just smile and play along with the comments, and flirt and you’ll make plenty of tips.”

I nodded as I considered what he had said and seeing how I really needed the job, I said that I would be back that night. Over the next month, I settled in fine. I learned the drinks and was allowed to work without a chaperone after three nights. I was getting along with my coworkers.

I was actually enjoying the atmosphere, since I wasn’t trying to pick up anyone I could just have a good time. I was able to deal with the constant pick-up lines and flirting by customers with a warm smile and an added joke to keep them coming back. The schedule was perfect for me with college. The pay and tips even allowed me to get a much better apartment in a nice part of town that I hadn’t even considered before.

Tom had even suggested that I could be one of the elevated-cage dancers if I wanted to try it out. He said that I wasn’t big or cute enough for the main stage, but that I could easily be one of the other dancers (who were usually dressed in skimpy latex outfits). Since I was making the same bartender, I declined saying that I was probably better at serving drinks.

After two weeks I began listening to the other bartenders and dancers about how to dress and act. I started wearing tight pants, tighter shirts, button-up shirts that weren’t even buttoned, and even tight short shorts. It was so easy for me that after a few days, it became second nature for me to make gay jokes and flirt right along with everyone else. The employees were great and we always ate together on Friday and Saturday nights before work. Tom always paid for a big spread of food for the employees, considering we would be killing ourselves on the busiest nights.

I hadn’t even realized that I was so comfortable with everyone until I fired back at Brian after one of his salacious comments about me, causing everyone to howl with laughter. Brian then picked me up, slung me over his shoulder, slapped my ass, and began heading to the “Fun House” as he announced, “I’ll be back in 30 minutes, but he’ll need longer to recover.”

We all continued to laugh and carry on, after he made a U-turn, walked back to my seat, and plopped me back down, as he warned jokingly, “Next time I take that ass for a test drive, Alan.”

I fired back, “Yeah? Well, I guess someone has to be my first.”

This caused a roar of laughter, pats on my back, approving replies from the bottoms, and several volunteers from the most other tops to be my first. Everything about working at the club was great. I hadn’t even been too put at being single for so long. I was so concentrated on school and work that I hadn’t even thought about dating. I got along with everyone and even swapped horrible exes and bad relationship stories with them.

I always made it a point of gender-swapping my exes into males whenever there were customers nearby. The other employees thought this was hilarious. I was actually surprised about how much my life had changed since I started working here. My grades had improved, since I wasn’t always worried about losing my girlfriend if we didn’t go out. I had practically stopped drinking and focused on staying fit and looking my best.

It surprised me how little I drank now that I was working as a bartender. I guess seeing how much some people drank made me not want to drink as much.