Confessions of a Straight Guy at a Gay Club | LGBTQ+ Tale of Intrigue
Dive into “Confessions of a Straight Guy at a Gay Club,” where curiosity meets desire in a captivating LGBTQ+ tale. Join a straight man’s unexpected journey into the vibrant world of gay nightlife, filled with intrigue, forbidden encounters, and the exploration of his deepest fantasies. Discover how a night of self-discovery can change everything.
Straight Guy Working in a Gay Club
*All characters in this story are over the age of 18. no underage role-play appears in this story*
I was 21 years old and had just broken up with my girlfriend, forcing me to leave her apartment. Apparently, “Daddy’s little girl,” thought she could fuck whoever she wanted without a care in the world and without consequences. My ex was a spoiled girl whose father paid for everything. My mistake, besides dating her, had been moving in with her. I dodged a bullet on that account because she popped up positive for an STD and had to notify everyone she had sex with within the last month. Luckily I was clean after my blood test. So I was crashing on friends’ couches as I looked for an apartment I could afford. I was starting my fourth year of college and my current job just wasn’t cutting it anymore. I wasn’t rich and I paid my own way through life. Which unfortunately wasn’t going well. I had just seen a flyer, which I didn’t know people still used, for a “bartender wanted” sign. The flyer advertised good money plus tips, flexible hours, and a safe working environment. The last line surprised me: “men only.” I was happy but surprised. I had seen some hot female bartenders in my time and knew they always brought in extra customers who wanted to hit on them. That was when I recognized the name “The Chute.” As the only real gay club around, this place was famous. Not being gay, I was hesitant to, but figured I should at least check it out. A bartender job with tips was just too good to pass up.
I arrived at the address and was surprised that even the parking lot was so clean. I tried the door, but it was locked. Frowning, I wondered if the flyer was old and that the business was closed. There was no phone number on the flyer, so I had nothing else to try. Just as I was about to leave, the door opened, and a 30-year-old white man stuck his head out. He saw me and smiled, asking, “You here for the bartender job, kid?”
I nodded as I answered, “Yes, sir.”
He smiled as he looked me up and down, before nodding his head and waving me inside, as he said, “Yeah, I think you’ll work out just fine.”
Feeling a little nervous about being so obviously checked out by another guy, I set my anxiety aside and followed him inside. The place was huge. It was obviously an old industrial warehouse that had been converted into a club. There was the main floor with a bar, dance floor, and a raised dance stage. The second level was mostly just a wrap-around dance floor with rails in the center so everyone could still see the stage. There were also at least four dance cages suspended from the ceiling that were currently resting on the floor but were obviously meant to be elevated when they were occupied. The whole place was immaculate. As the guy continued to lead me into the back, I noticed a black door against the back wall, with an unlit neon sign that read, “Fun House.” Guessing what probably happened behind those doors, my anxiety grew a little more.
I was not an overly buff guy. I didn’t have a bodybuilder or swimmer body, but I liked to think that I kept in shape. I have blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m 5’5″ and weigh 120 lbs. The guy leading me through the club was clearly a bodybuilder and I wondered if he was also a bouncer. He was easily 6′ 220 lbs. As we walked, he asked, “So, have you ever tended a bar or worked in a club before, kid?”
I frowned as I replied, “No, sir. But I can learn fast.”
He nodded as he replied, “Well, you have the right attitude, I’ll give you that. Plus you could earn plenty of tips looking the way you do.”
I smiled, hoping that I might have impressed him enough to put in a good word for me with the owner. He led me the back stairs to an office with glass walls, allowing anyone inside to keep an eye on the club. He knocked on the door and a voice inside invited us to come in. As I was led inside, my guide said, “Got a kid that wants to tend bar for you, Mark.”
Mark smiled at the big guy and said, “Great. Thanks, John.”
John then left and closed the door, as Mark invited me to take a seat. I did and Mark asked my name and age. I told him and introduced myself as Alex. He asked to see my driver’s license, which I produced. He then smiled and said that since this was an establishment that served alcohol and featured exotic male dancers, he had to check. I nodded and he began the interview. The questions were all pretty standard: work history, availability, etc. I was able to make a good impression I think. He didn’t even seem put out that I hadn’t ever tended bar before. He told me that I would have to follow the other bartenders around for a while until I got the hang of things.
I was feeling good about my prospects until he asked me if I knew about the clientele of the club. I nodded and replied, “I know this is a gay club, but I’m cool with that. I just need a job.”
With the understanding that I wasn’t gay, he sat back as he asked, “You understand that working will likely mean being hit on by gay men?”
I nodded and said that it wouldn’t bother me as long as they didn’t get handsy. He smiled and nodded, before asking, “You do realize that your best chance of earning better tips will require some friendly flirting with the customers. Are you OK with that?”
I again nodded, as I said, “Yeah, I’m comfortable with that. I’ve never flirted with another guy before, but I’m not shy either. At the very least I can stay friendly and keep them ordering drinks.”
This made him smile, as he said, “Well that’s why you’re there.”
He then went into the basic schedule of the club: opening at 8 pm and closing at 4 am. Employees had to arrive at least 10 minutes before their shift started. Shifts could be a full 8 hours or 4 hours, depending on the employee’s preferences, though most tended to work the whole 8 hours. I was told that I could start tonight if I was available. I jumped at the chance and said yes. I was told to arrive at 7:50 pm and park in the employee’s parking lot behind the building and come in through the rear entrance. He smiled as he shrugged and said, “Sorry, kid, working here you’re going to hear plenty of gay jokes and innuendo. Just roll with it and you’ll do fine. Learn to return their fire and you’ll be golden.”
I nodded as he began showing me around the club. He showed me the bar where I’d be working and handed me a mixed drinks book for me to learn. After that, he showed me the bathrooms, stage, upstairs dance area, dressing rooms for the dancers, locker area for employee belongings, and then walked me out of the back to show me the fenced-in employee parking lot. I was impressed. As he was walking me back to the front, he indicated the “Fun House” door and told me that I didn’t need to worry about that area. Smiling at me, he added, “But you would be a hit if you went exploring.”