I used to be head of security for a high end "Gentleman's club", that was some job. I had way more trouble with the Versace/Maserati set than I EVER did with the average Joe's or even the red necks when I worked as a bouncer at a couple...err.....grittier strip joints.
Hell, I could talk a drunken iron worker down and usually end up with a buddy. I have a good friend that I met whilst tossing him for touching a dancer's ass. That's a no-no here in Oregon.
But those more affluent fellows.....now they have something to prove. In the end it was mainly that they bleed like the rest of us, and suffered much more ego damage for it.
I never go to hoochie clubs anymore.......