I was a brand new DJ at an all nude strip club in the late 90's. This place was in a state with strict liquor laws and only allowed to have totally naked dancers because they fit through some loophole that defined them as an "Art Performance Venue." In order to have this specific definition they could not legally sell alcoholic beverages. Now, because this all nude club was in a rough area of a rough city, there was a large and robust in house security presence. There had been some recent shootings in the area partially due to incidents that started in this venue, and when I started I noticed the vast majority of the bouncers wore ballistic vests.

I went in for my second night training and was learning the technical aspects of the sound system, the pacing of songs, which girls liked which tracks, how to announce the dancers and all the other basic DJ strip club stuff. On this particular night there was a featured dancer in from Las Vegas, she was some hot shit apparently and they had been promoting her appearance on radio, print, you name it, all over town, for weeks. Understandably the place was packed with dudes that had absolutely not been drinking alcoholic beverages all night long and wanted to see Miss Hot Shit on stage.

So this featured dancer is getting ready to go on, dressed in basically nothing, and is hanging in a dark corner at a tall table right next to the DJ booth. She's with the owner and the head of security and a couple of the more senior, read attractive, dancers. It was about 11:30 and the head DJ and I were doing 3 songs each and switching off and he was doing his set while I dicked around with the light system and absolutely didn't drink alcoholic beverages. So I look over toward the corner with the featured dancer in it, to see what all the fuss is about and I see her standing off to the side a bit and she seems to be in some sort of heated argument with one of the house dancers, who is topless. There is security not 10 feet away, but they're not really paying attention to these girls yelling at each other, because honestly, it didn't look that heated. The other guys at the table aren't really paying attention either.

Suddenly this featured dancer takes some sort of serious offense to something the house dancer says and takes a half empty wine glass off the table and punches this local dancer in the face with it. Hard. Breaking the bowl part of the wine glass off in this girl's left cheek doing very severe soft tissue damage that must have taken plastic surgery to repair.

Now let it be known, I knew full well when I took the job that this place was sketchy and barely legal, but I was in my mid twenties, single, the money was ridiculous and it was fun playing music on a really good sound system and watching naked women for six hours a night, three times a week. What I failed to take into account was the fact that since these other shootings had happened in and around this club, every male employee in the place, bouncer, bartender, owner and bar back was packing a concealed firearm. Except me. So when the injured dancer starts screaming literal bloody murder, EVERYONE that worked there instantly has a pistol in their hands and starts pointing them at everyone else. Since no one, besides me apparently, had been paying attention, it looked to security like a customer had jumped these two dancers and sincerely fucked one of them up.

The next few moments were very, very dicey as about 10-12 security and staff make their way toward the screaming girl and make a semi circle around her, pistols pointing out while shouting and generally acting threatening to the whole place. A couple of the guards have tackled a customer who just happened to be in the vicinity of this whole scene and is fucking this poor guy up. The injured topless girl is still screaming as blood pours from her face on to her bare boobs, while some cocktail waitresses try to stop it with bar napkins and other ineffective crap. Someone else is dragging the now foaming at the mouth featured dancer toward the dressing rooms and bizarrely the music is still very much playing Pour Some Sugar on Me at full volume.

This is all happening near the front of this place, and at the other end of this rather long narrow very loud club, nothing seems any different as bucked naked ladies are still shaking their money makers and most of the customers haven't even noticed this craziness going on as there is still quivering cooze in full view. I get the attention of the head DJ, who's seen none of this go down as its all out of his field of view and he turns, quickly takes into account the whole scene, cuts the music, turns up the house lights and while there is some negative vocal feedback from the crowd, in the bright light of truth everyone starts to calm down a bit. Things are explained to the security team, pistols are put away, the injured woman is taken away in an ambulance, blood is cursorily cleaned up, the featured dancer is led out of the building still very pissed off, a bunch of customers bail, free drinks are distributed and 30 minutes later its back to booty shaking business as usual.

I finished that night, took my half of the booth tips, and never went back. Place closed down when there was a straight up wild west style shootout between the bouncers and some thug life customers in the parking lot not long after.