Sexy Clubwear Fashion, Clubwear Dresses, Tops, Hot Pants, Mini Skirts & Tights
I see all the sexy clubwear fashion that comes into this place - every god dam night of the week. I’ve been working the bars in this club for over three years now and let me tell you – I’ve seen it all. Some of these girls, you just wonder what goes through their heads sometimes. I mean, there’s sexy clubwear… and then there’s just sexy slapper-wear. You know? I’m all for showing it – if you’ve got it…but listen up girlfriends, if you’ve got too much of it – then please don’t!
But hey, don’t get me wrong. Some of you boys out there aren’t much better. Not necessarily with the clubwear fashion you are wearing, but more what you do while you wear it.
You might wear the hottest clubwear fashion ever spread across latest cutting-edge fashion mags… but unless you work it, then honey, it’s all just a waste of your own rent money. If you’re going to act like a loser, then you deserve everything you get – which, by rights, will probably end up being a big fat nothing. I bloody hope so.
If you think that wearing the latest sexy clubwear fashion means you can drink all the booze you want and it won’t matter how drunk you get – ‘cos you look so dam hot - then think again! I’m sorry, but spitting and dribbling into a girl’s hair, thinking you’re whispering sweet nothings that will turn her on, is more than likely going to end badly. As will reaching your hand up under a lady’s mini skirt as she shakes her booty on the dance floor, and you’re trying to show off to your mates just how funny and clever you are… if you’re aiming for a slap across the face, then go right ahead, funny boy.
Clubwear fashion is not a licence to act like an asshole. If you come into my club then you have to behave yourself. This is a classy joint and I have more than an average interest in it. Yes this club is mine, baby! I own it and I run it. This is my show, and I get to choose who comes here and what happens to you if you start to piss me off. People pay a lot of money to get in here… they aren’t paying to see you climb up on stage to perform an impromptu strip tease or get your old fella out for Show and Tell.
Your sexy clubwear fashion won’t let you get away with passing out in one of the cosy corner booths, and god help you if you throw up on anything that is NOT a toilet bowl. There’s no trick I haven’t seen…if I could, I would have a sign on the front doors saying No Losers Allowed but I’m pretty sure there’s a law against that. That’s why I hang it over the bar instead. Rock on!