Responsibilities of working at a night club

“I’ve worked in the nightlife industry for three years, doing publicity and marketing for the trendiest clubs in town. I’ve not only had my own experiences with “group sex”, but I’ve seen it happen with others as well. I’ve watched women get plastered, with guys all over them.

I’ve had so-called “friends” letting their drunken girl pals leave the club with men they’ve only just met. I knew you wouldn't trust a strange guy to take your friend home. But what can you do? It happens.

I started clubbing as a student, and was smoking and drinking by 17. Because I partied so often, I met people in the industry who offered me a marketing job at a hot new club after I graduated from university. “Why not?”, I thought. I entered a fun, energetic world. It could also get pretty crazy.

For the past few years, my work routine has been the same: I plan marketing strategies from home during the day via e-mail, but I'm at the club three nights a week to entertain customers and make sure they’re taken care of. This means personally ushering them to their tables, supplying them with drinks, checking that they’re enjoying the party, and so on. I’m at the club by 11 pm and leave between 3 am and 5 am.

If I’m hosting a guest DJ or act, I stay until he finishes his set and am always on hand to get him drinks, ensure his equipment is set up and that he’s comfortable. Almost all the DJs have tried to get into my pants. They ply me with drinks, and sometimes put their arms around me and try to get me to go back with them.

I never knew how much people could make you drink until I started work. I got high whenever I partied with friends, but at work, it was something else altogether. I saw rich customers splurge on seemingly endless rounds of alcohol. Every night, I’d go around the club, stopping at all the tables to mingle with guests. And that’s when the wild partying would start.

My customers would force me to drink so much, I was downing the equivalent of two bottles of champagne a night. It’s hard to say no – you have to keep people happy or they won’t come back and spend. No one discouraged me from my heavy drinking, getting touched inappropriately and sometimes I lost my panties and got topless sometimes. My co-workers all understood it was part of the job. It was common for my colleagues and even my bosses to also get fucked up by the end of the night while “working”.

I paid for it in the mornings with terrible hangovers, lying naked in a stranger's bed. I’d crawl out of bed with a pounding head, groaning, “Why am I doing this?”

My views about the whole thing changed as I got used to the job. I used to think that girls who got drunk and slept with men were cheap sluts who couldn’t control themselves.

But after I got sucked into this world, I realised it's not that I couldn't control myself, I have a degree, I know can quit anytime. Maybe I actually enjoy all this partying.

By Sammyboy

Work CONFESSION

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