Mixing Drinks Is Secondary

I took a deep, steadying breath as I walked through the door.  Here goes nothin, I thought to myself.  As soon as the door closed behind me, my eyes swept the room, but focused on the doorman; the first fully clothed person I saw.

"Hi, I'd like to apply at a bartender here," I tried to adopt a deeper, more sultry voice than my usual bright, perky chirp.  It came out a little more Britney than Beyonce, but no matter what I did, I supposed I'd always look younger than my age.

"You're looking for Joe, right?  Does he know you're here?" he asked me, looking slightly worried.

I assumed he was referring to the owner or the manager... someone with the authority to hire me.  "Er..." I replied, "I didn't know I was supposed to call beforehand."

"Nah, nah, it's my fault.  Here, take this application; you can fill that out.  I'll go get him."

He handed me the sheet and I sat at the bar, reading over it before filling it out carefully.

Though I tried to project an aura of cool relaxation, I'm sure I looked slightly out of place.  For one, I must've been the only person in the place not looking at the stage.  Not even once.  It didn't matter though; once you walk into a strip club, unless you close your eyes, you're going to see naked women twirling, bouncing and winking.

I bit back a smirk; after the usual "first, middle, last" name prompt there was a line where you could fill in your stage name.  The lyrics to "Circus" by Britney Spears played through my head, I'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl.  If anyone ever asked me, I would probably say I did it for the money, but the real truth was more along the lines of, "I like to play dress up."

When Joe, the owner/manager, came out a while later, he led me upstairs where it was quieter and he could actually tell me about the duties and responsibilities of the job.  We talked for about ten minutes or so, but a few things stood out to me:

1. Unlike the ones you see on TV, real, upstanding gentleman's clubs do not allow touching.  I'm not allowed to sit on anyone's lap either.  
2. Job interviews can include the statement, "your butt and nipples must be covered at all times."
3. Mixing drinks is secondary; your primary duty as a bartender is to build a relationship with your customers.  Play into their fantasies.  Flirt.  (Of course, I told him I had theater training as well).

I really hope I get this job; yeah, the pay is $200 on a BAD night, which is tres attractive, but it also gives me the outlet I need to get that Naughty Nikki energy out in a setting that's appropriate for it.  I need to be in an environment where I can be an actress because that's my job, not because I have to to keep my sanity.  

There's only so much Nikki that the "real world" can handle. 

PS: I'm keeping my drink knowledge up, though!