I must say that was my shortest contract with a club ever. I booked my place through an agency and the conditions sounded good. They offered 70€ fix salary per day plus 20% drink commission plus the dances and free accommodation. Not bad at all. I arrived form France on the train quite late at night. A guy were waiting for me outside the train station. He looked OK for first sight (if I smell danger, I just don't sit in his car), he told me the club is outside Luxembourg city so we need to take a short drive. It was nothing unusual or made me suspicious. They helped me with the luggage in the apartment (it was heavy and stupid me put the locker keys inside so I needed someone strong to cut the metal locker) and then they introduced me to the boss. He took me into the kitchen of the club and explained all the basic rules that I knew from the agency anyway, but it's always good when they repeat everything in person. He told me he's expecting 2 more girls from my country so I won't be alone. I went back to the apartment to relax. The place was nice, big and clean kitchen, bathroom. The room for the girls was quite big too but a bit crowded. If I remember well there were beds for 7-8 girls in the same room, and even the room was big it's not healthy as everyone has a different daily routine. But for a short term I can deal with it.
Later the other 2 girls arrived and they were super nice! I was happy to meet them. So we got ready for work together (the others were already working) and it was lots of talk about our previous experiences in different clubs. The problems started later. For them the boss didn't say anything, just when we started our shift and we were together he came to us asking our passports. He said he will give them back the next day. But one of the girl insisted, she said to him she would only give the copy of her passport. (In my experience it's not unusual when they take the passport for one day, in Europe I never been worried about it so much as I always have my ID with me and in any case of trouble I can travel with it within the EU.) But I didn't like the reaction of the boss, that was the first warning sign. Bosses don't like the girl who knows her rights and not afraid to open her mouth. He told her if she doesn't want to give him her passport, she can leave the club in that very moment (it was about 11pm and we were outside of the city, no public transport in these hours.) So what other chances we had? We gave him our passports but with not a good feeling and we started to work. I explained all the rules to the girls that the boss told me earlier. Specially the “no sex in the champagne room!” It was a quiet night, we were sitting on the sofa talking and watching the other girls – who had regulars or so – work. They were pretty and very young from Estonia and a few Romanians. And our bad feelings are increased when we saw a girl kissing with her customer and 15 minutes later kissing with another. We saw two guys kissing before they took two girls in to the private..But the most horrific was the girl at the bar who got waisted on drinks (when I say drinks I mean coctails or glass of champagne, not bottles. It means she made maybe 2€ on each drinks) She was sitting on the guy's lap on a high bar chair, basically giving him a lap dance for free. And they were really into it. We felt like we are in a kind of cinema or peep show. Again I have to say but this is not my work style as it was not the girl's either. We were actually shocked. The whole place looked so cheap and “dirty”,against all the rules that the boss explained to me earlier. And the show just continued when our favourite couple at the bar were more and more into the moves and the guy stood up to press his crotch harder against the girl's butt, the chair felt on the floor and it was clearly visible that the girl's bikini bottom under the skirt was pulled to the side. Probably there were a good reason for this, everyone can imagine by his/her own fantasy.
We already decided to leave and not finish our contract. I can't compeer with girls who work in this way. And not long after we agreed to move on, the police has appeared to check the place out. The police officer asked our passport and I think that was our luck. We had to tell him that the boss took our passports, they called to question him. I didn't understand their conversation but it seemed the boss was in trouble because of that. Soon he appeared with our passports and gave them back to us. He didn't look happy at all. And after the police left, he told us he doesn't want us to stay because we only cause problems to him! (We were quite happy because we didn't need to gather all our courage to tell him we want to leave.) I can't say bad because he also gave us our one day salary with our passports. At least in that way he was correct. But we definitely didn't want to stay because we had the feeling that much goes on there than dancing. Maybe he just needed some professional dancer to cover his real business. Later I told the story to a friend of mine and he said “Yes, you were lucky because there are some rumours about that club that some girls were locked in a room there to force for prostitution”. Seeing the place and the boss, I can imagine...
I'm telling this story because lately I got emails that I have a funny and glamorous job. No. It's not always fun. Apparently it can be dangerous sometimes.