I’d been working as a doorman of this club called The Loft for two years now. It was a good job. Good pay, $30 an hour. Flexible hours so I could study during the week, I typically only worked Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. People always asked, doesn’t it suck having to work every weekend while they got to drink? Not really. I was used to working weekends so it didn’t bother me. And who says we didn’t drink? Security was notorious for having a scotch or two while on the job. And staffies after work were always good. Free drinks with the barmaids and other bouncers.

But aren’t you sick of dealing with dickheads all the time? Yeah, they could be annoying but if you couldn’t deal with a drunk or two every now and again well you were in the wrong industry. I’d done some martial arts training for the past several years. Not specifically for the job but just because I liked it. It was helpful to be able to handle myself when things got rough.

The best part of the job though was definitely the women. A lot of girls loved chatting with the bouncers. Free entry and the ability to skip the queue meant I got to know a lot of very pretty ladies. Girls hated lining up and The Loft was notorious for having a line. You could find yourself lining up out there for an hour and a half easy. Three hours on a busy night. Guys could always buy their way through the line by slipping one of the front door crew some cash. Not too many people so it was obvious, but a couple of hundred bucks a night wasn’t unusual.

Out of all the women that came into my club though. I had a very specific type though. I loved Asian girls. I found them gorgeous. Sure, there were some ugly ones of course but the hot ones I couldn’t resist. It was well known amongst the other doorman that I had a bad case of yellow fever. I just liked them exotic. I hadn’t dated a white girl in three years at this point.

Turning my attention back to the line, rather than the idiot that had just got evicted and wanted to convince me he wasn’t drunk. I checked the numbers on the counters and saw we had come down a little bit from capacity and could allow another 20 people inside the venue. I signalled to my co-worker Aaron to let start the line moving and scanned my eyes down the crowd, looking for intox.

It was then I noticed a familiar face approaching the front of the queue.