I was sure she was fired and I would get thrown out. Because this was the angry puritan firing guy. But he just walked away back to the front door. I was stunned, like falling off a building and living. Never mind "Touch And Go Policy" I had four fingers inside her vagina. Soon after, one of the shorter younger managers walked over with a clipboard, and told Vegas it was time to tip out. It wasn’t quite the end of the shift, and they hadn’t asked any other girls yet. This was a special trip. I felt like maybe he was sweating me for the money also. She said she didn't have any money, she only made $15 and spent it all on cigarettes or something. The angry well-dressed doorman came over and said you don't have any money? Okay. On your way out the back, come see me in the office. I felt bad and gave her probably $40. I thought he was going to lecture her in the office, about improper behavior. And fire her. The next day, I was surprised to see Vegas was still there. She marched up to me grinning like she owned the place, and said "Why didn't you call me?" I was wondering how the fuck is this girl still here? One empty afternoon I was talking to a girl at the bar. I can't remember if it was a stripper, or I think it was one of the less prominent bartenders. She said the new manager was demanding sex as a condition of keeping her job. I didn’t think too much of it at the time, because bar managers always have sex with the cute bartenders. Usually it is consensual, where girls throw themselves at the authority figure in their little world. I imagined the bar manager was separate from the strippers, I didn't think about it very hard. Maybe it was a waitress. Another empty day, I had occasion to talk to one of regular strippers who had been there for a while. I had seen her a bunch of times and she knew who I was, but we never talked before. She was a cute little latina girl, slightly curvy, probably a young single mom. I like skinny girls, she probably likes tall blonde guys. But on this day we talked just because me and her were kind of sharing the experience of being the only two people there. I said look at this, it's empty, all the girls quit. She said "I'm quitting, or getting fired, because the new management wants to have sex with me. And I don’t want to have sex with them." And they were kind of bullying her for sex right there in the club. To me the angry well-dressed guy was a doorman. When she said "managemen " I pictured someone higher up and less subhuman, coming and going behind the scenes in a back room. But at the same time, the doorman was extremely strict and puritan, kind of a new broom. I couldn't imagine how someone with his personality would allow that to go on while he was there, sex with strippers right in the club. It was completely opposite of how the place was being run lately with the new "Touch And Go Policy." How is someone having sex with all the girls, in the same building where this guy acts like I broke the 10 Commandments sitting next to them? So I said something like "The manager is trying to have sex with you in the building while that angry doorman is here? I can't believe he would let something like that go on." She told me the angry doorman was the manager. I was in disbelief. This guy was so wooden and angry all the time, he was asexual. I couldn't imagine him wanting to have sex with any of the girls he shouted at, or having sex period. He never seemed to have any social or human interest in the girls, or any human interest at all. He was a socially-stunted Norman Bates character. 99% of strip club employees are happy guys who are in it to meet the girls. I thought this guy was a completely different sort, totally non-sexual, calculating, just an angry high-school gym teacher. None of the strip clubs I went to had legal trouble. Cabaret Internationale never had legal trouble. So when they put up that new "Touch And Go Policy" sign, I thought it was just for religious reasons. I thought it was some kind of abstract moral attitude, like respect for women. Like the new owners were puritans who did not believe in touching. That is what influenced my belief that the guy who enforced the policy, the angry well-dressed doorman, was some kind of wooden asexual person who did not believe in sex. He was like the Amish in his suit, telling the girls they would go to hell and sending them there. When I found out the opposite was true, he was demanding the girls touch him or they had to go, my mind was blown. It seems a little silly in retrospect, to imagine strip club owners were some kind of religious puritans, II-23