It can be pretty crazy in the casino, especially during the evening when the guests are ordering free drinks with alcohol every 5 minutes. Next thing we know, they're drunk and flirty and trying to touch us. This is a familiar weekend scene but seldom does it happen that a pervert actually succeeds in touching us--or me.
So, it was early Friday morning and I was working overnight until 4am when this asshole ordered his nth glass of free beer. Of course, I couldn't complain because he was spending tens of thousands at the Baccarat table and there's nothing left to do but try and make him stay there, and if serving him free beer with a smile despite his rudeness is what it's going to take, then I can serve him all night.
Anyway, I walked up to him, handed him the beer but kept my distance because I know from experience that was what was best for me. He was rummaging through his chips for change to give me as tip, and he finally found a 100, so I held out my tray for him to drop his tip there. The pervert actually took my free hand, put his tip there, closed my hand, held it still and put it in my breast with his fingers touching my skin from my low neckline. ARGH!!! I was on the verge of hitting the guy with my plastic tray when I remembered that we were supposed to report and not hit and let security handle the situation. So I went up to the Pit Manager--who's also Chinese and speaks poor English--and he couldn't understand me that I started crying from frustration and anger.
At the end of the day, the guy was just sent out of the casino. No apologies, no nothing. I didn't feel any better at all. I should have just hit him hard with my tray, surely, I have felt better.
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