I find this funny - at one point, a long long time ago, somebody told me to always be really careful of the bouncers in strip clubs. that they were really good at working together and that they watched out for each other, so even if you were toughter than one of them, the group would get you. I've always condidered this gospel.
It is true. There were enough bouncers that there could be about 6 of them on you in a matter of seconds if you were out of line and tried anything. Still, when you have a mass of bodies dragging someone outside, and a door that slams behind you, it's not hard to imagine being dragged out. I really only saw one time when someone tried anything, and it did not end well for him. Fortunately, I was on the other side of the bar and not involved.
Most of the guys were OK and there was a certain camaraderie just by being on the job together, but there were plenty of politics and I didn't feel like I had any real allies in the place.
Still, it was an interesting couple of weeks. One guy was just massive. He said he weighed 500 lbs - I find that hard to believe, but he was a really, really big dude and was easily 7 feet tall. He looked like a freak, like Andre the Giant or something. I worked across the bar from him a few times and over the sea of people and the crowd there was just one single head floating above them all. It was incredible.
The biggest problem was the girls. You could get fired for just looking at a girl the wrong way - they called all the shots. Let's face it, the patrons aren't there for the bouncers, and there's a line of meatheads behind you wanting the job. So the girls called all the shots. A few of the guys thought they had something special going with a girl, or a shot at her, and that could screw up your relationships, which could screw up your safety. One or two of the girls were really cool, but most of them were just strung out.
I was happy to quit and keep the shirt, which remained a novelty for some time.