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bartender catches me bootlegging juice

s88

New York

One of the SCs I goto isn't a SC on paper, but a once a month burlesque club in a dance club. The burlesque club has pussy on stage, naked waitresses except for hose and shoes, porn on the sports TVs, temporary curtains hanging from the ceiling and pillows on floor for fucking. Every time I go I meet off-duty strippers from other clubs who I've done LDs with, so I know I'm in the right place to try to hook up with a stripper, sorry "MUA" as a civie. The level of drug use is incredible at this club, and no search at the door.

So like always, I bootleg a bottle to get fucked into the club. This club has no bathroom troll and has mixed gender bathroom (BJs in stalls). This time I made a mistake that I drank from it with the stall door open. Someone saw me, and actually reported me. 45 mins later, someone who didnt look like staff but probably knows the staff came upto me and said "the bartender wants to speak to you". I go over to the bar, the bartender was "I saw you were drinking something, what were you drinking?" "cranberry vodka" "you can't drink that in here, dont bring that again" (I wasn't ejected), I yes sired the bartender and walked away, paused a second, realized, WTF, I'm the most straight edge person here, this is a white privilege club that is immuned to LEOs. Fuck, in 10 years some cop or commissioner will be convicted for corruption, while the urban type SCs I goto get yearly visits with warrants and orders and ID checks and "shut it down" headlines.

I go back, tell the BT "it is really disrespectful to tell me about the rules, when you have nudity on stage with a liquor license (illegal in this county), and open weed molly and cocaine use all night, dont tell me about the rules" BT "sir its the managements rules you can't bring your own drink" me "this place doesn't exactly follow the rules", the BT and his sideboy were left dumbfounded, didnt say anything back, and I walked away a 2nd time.

No staff spoke to me the rest of the night. The irony, later in the night I saw the club owner passing out baggies from her handbag to customers.

Did I handle it right?