Submitted by BadDayToBeGay t3_11885uv in tifu
A few weeks ago I (20m) got my first job as a waiter at a gay bar. Not my first choice. Not even in my top 10. However, as an unemployed student on the precipice of poverty, I was in need of a job. Any job. Despite my enthusiasm to basically do anything for money, I was struggling to find work. My gf (22) came to my rescue and recommended that I apply for a job at a local gay bar. I looked like a "twink who tops" according to her, which apparently put me in the "right up their alley" category. I hesitated for days, but eventually decided to go to the gay bar and sell my straight soul.
I got the job. Part-time. The day shift. The manager referred to it as the "safe shift" for an inexperienced employee like me. I appreciated the safe shift because the bar was relatively relaxed during the day and I got to wear the family friendly uniform that covered most of my skin. Less than 2 weeks later, I was working the night shift. I was informed that the night crowd provided much better tips, so I eventually requested the night shift. It was an awkward experience at first because I had to be shirtless while serving mostly male customers who made it painfully obvious that they were further undressing me with their eyes. I had no choice but to get used to the attention and play along.
What happened next made me miss unemployment. When I got home the other night, my gf was dying to tell me that some of her gay friends were actually my customers that evening, which I was unaware of because I don't know everyone my gf knows. That was the point. The gay friends were supposed to be strangers to me. My gf convinced them to spend time in the bar and spy on me while I was working. Based on their feedback, I was extremely comfortable flirting with them, to the point of swapping my regular work pants with butt-less work pants.
I explained to my gf that I was doing my job and that her gay friends, who forgot to stay sober during their spy mission, were nagging me all night to show more skin before I realized I would waste less time and energy if I just gave them what they wanted. My gf said she never expected me to really apply for work at a gay bar, let alone flirt and strip for fucking tips. I said I never expected her to send random people to spy on me instead of, oh I dunno, maybe communicating like a normal couple or fucking winking or some shit when she recommends a job as a joke. I tapped out as soon as she asked if I was gay or bi. The question alone didn't bother me, it's the fact that I could sense that no answer was gonna be good enough.
My gf and I are not speaking at the moment.
Tl:dr I accepted a job at a gay bar after my gf recommended it. Now our relationship is in limbo because I did my job.