This week’s feature story is a profile of Door George, the longtime Flats’ mainstay who worked for years at Circus and basically running Cleveland’s adult entertainment world before shuffling to a job as the bathroom attendant at the Hustler Club.
There’s plenty of gold in George’s story — really, go read it, it’s fabulous — but George isn’t the only bathroom attendant in town (though there are only a handful.)
We caught up with Brian at the Diamond Men’s Club to run through just how the hell you’re supposed to act (and not act) when a bathroom attendant is manning the John you run in to.
This article appears in May 29 – Jun 4, 2013.
almost every time there is one of these guys in the deuce room i jerk it, i usually will tip an extra buck or two if he mentions the surprising girth or pleasant shape of my schlongo.
On the subject of bathroom attendants one antidote worth noting is a story circa 1988. I don’t recall which club it was but I remember there was one chocolate fella who always requested I do the “flap dance” for him. This was a simple swinging of the penis and ballus sack in unison where as they would slap the belly button and then proceed to flap the entire taintis major and the crimson penis tip would just slightly tap the nappy bung. i could get this going to approximately 240 slap-flaps per minute depending on which C+C Music Factory song was playing and how much Ketamine and Extacy I was on.
thank you.
Roy Q, what are you smoking?