That's more like it!

I bounced back on Saturday night! 

I thought of another catchy line to say all day to everyone working with me:  "It's just business, nothing personal."  I thought of it after I did my third champagne room and I said it to the bouncer.  After I said that to the bouncer, I walked into the dressing room and there was a drunk dancer standing right at the entrance and she looked right at me and called me an ass hole. 

No one has ever said that to me before.  I don't think I've rubbed anyone the wrong way at work, either.  At first I thought she called me that because earlier that night she wanted me to get the guy I was sitting with to tip her on stage.  He didn't want to.  That time she was on stage, she didn't make any money, which is rare for a dancer.  We can usually score at least a dollar.

So when she called me an ass hole, I was drunk too, but I didn't know what to say to that.  I think I said "okay" and walked right back out.  I didn't want any drama.  It's business, nothing personal, ahaha.  I thought it was funny that I said that to the bouncer right before that happened. 

And this bouncer, I have to talk about him, because he's too cute.  I would probably drunk fuck him, but I don't crush on him the same way the rest of the dancers do.  I don't know his real name (because he goes by T and I'm not calling him T) so I call him "smooth caramel vanilla and chocolate" because he looks like he's half black and half white, he's really good looking, built in all the right places, and he's nice to the girls so naturally these girls would just eat him up for dessert.  And I'm sure he's tasty...  hey, a girl can dream.

But nevertheless, I don't shit where I eat.  I have that embedded so much into my brain that I don't let hot delicious guys from work distract me.  I just know that in order for me to even stay true to the "business, nothing personal" motto, I can't be messing around with anyone I work with.  Because as much as I strip, sex is still incredibly personal to me and I can't be putting any of my feelings in this place.

I should've stayed home.

$11.  I don't even want to talk about it. 

What the hell am I going to do with $11?  Pay my Netflix subscription?  I'm better than this!

I guess I just talked to the wrong people.  Tonight was a total shift from last night.  It wasn't very busy, everyone was being cheap, and it was just a complete and utter nightmare. 

I got so sick of trying to talk to all the lame ass holes around midnight so I went to the little bar arcade machine thingy and I just played 11-ball once I realized no one there was interested me.  I got my name on the high score list finally.  Sad part is that was the highlight of my night.  Seriously, I don't think anything else made me happy.

I guess black Friday robbed all the people that would have spent money on me tonight.  I know I didn't do anything wrong.  I didn't miss a beat with anyone but when it came down to paying up, no one was down. 

Oh man, this one guy was really loaded, I couldn't tell what he was on, but he wasn't stoned and he didn't smell drunk, but whatever he was on made him really stupid.  He was a young guy, not bad looking, and he seemed interested in me.  But when I was trying to hustle him and get him in the private room, he was like, "How about a $25 dance instead of a $75 private room?  Oh and when we go back there, is it going to be more than just a dance?" 

Here's a tip, fellas.  Don't ever fucking ask me that.  Don't go to strip clubs trying to get laid.  If you're looking for some sexual fulfillment, please talk to your wife, girlfriend, or significant other or visit a legal brothel in Nevada.  That's what the sign says at the entrance, unfortunately, no one reads that sign and there are plenty of girls in my club that suck and fuck. 

But anyway, that's the worst thing to say to a stripper.  Try to talk down the price AND still ask for a little sumthin sumthin.  Like FUCK YOU!  Oh my god, how insulting.  It would be like going to a restaurant and asking to get half off the dinner and still get extra gravy and bacon without paying for it.  I should have called him a fucking greedy son of a bitch.

I've had it with this night.  Fuck the world, I'm going to bed.

Oh thank you, Thanksgiving!

Fuck yes, another great night!

I met another hot smart guy today.  He said he would stop by tomorrow, which I totally doubt but only because I would rather be pleasantly surprised than count on him for money tomorrow and get disappointed if he doesn't show. 

He was staring at me I guess the second I walked out of the dressing room.  That and I was the only girl working at first.  I was the first dancer to arrive since we opened at 6 p.m. so no day shift.  But that's okay, I'm used to being the center of attention.  But the pressure I had to remove from myself of talking with everyone to see who's interested in a lap dance, I went to him and just started talking to him.  He kept tipping me dollar after dollar, so you bet I was gonna stick around him, especially if he's good looking.  Makes my job so much easier.  Nothing better than not actually having to work for my money.

He said he didn't have any money because he doesn't get paid til tomorrow, but again, I'd be surprised if he shows tomorrow. 

I had a returning guest, which is rare!  I was quite pleased.  I got carried away and spent so much time with him but that's the best thing about it being slow before 11.  I have his number and I'm so tempted to call it but god I would act so differently instead of so comfortably.  I have to behave, I only have 11 more days until vacation.  I can hold out.

So after he left, I was out on the prowl again.  It got busy while I was in the private room.  So I just picked the hottest guy catching my eye and worked him.  I did a whole bunch of lap dances with a few different guys, one propositioned me for sex.  It was hard trying to lead him on yet still be honest about not giving him a little sumthin sumthin.  I ended up doing two dances with him. 

Alright, I'm gonna keep working this hot streak.  Two good nights in a row.  Don't quit now... my body is getting super tired, though.

Happy Pre-Thanksgiving

Tonight went according to plan.  I drank the right amount, I was wildly entertaining on that stage, and I made a good paycheck tonight.  It was really busy, like I expected.  Rather dead in the beginning of the night but that didn't stop me.  I had a long, intelligent conversation with one of the patrons, real nice guy.  He was also good looking, which was a big plus. 

All the other guys were just trying to get extra favors from me.  I did quite a few champagne rooms, a few single private dances, and I made some seriously good money.  I'm so happy.  I was on fire, and it's good to stay on fire for as long as possible.  Everyone was looking at me like I was the star of the bar.  I really was, though.  I have no competition.  Not to be conceited but I was hot and feeling on top of the world. 

So on stage, I kicked a full beer bottle onto the floor... busted the end open.  And he asked me to get him another beer.  I was like, "Uh, manager, I totally kicked his beer off, he needs a Miller Lite."  I didn't have to pay for it, which was nice.  I make that club so much fucking money as it is.  I think I made the house $100 today... geez. 

I need a real good massage and probably a chiropractor because my right shoulder is bugging the shit out of me.  It is so sore from just busting it on the pole.  I love doing pole tricks.  If I didn't have to go up to collect tips all the time, I would have more time to practice pole tricks, omg.  I would be so much better. 

Anyway, I am dead tired my body is so ready for bed.  Happy Thanksgiving and enjoy eating some hopefully juicy turkey loaded with gravy.  I know that's all I want.  Turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, all topped with a ton of gravy.  None of that mac and cheese or other stuff, especially cranberry sauce, I just don't get it.  It is not good.  Oh well, I'm looking forward to enough stuffing to stuff my face with.

Yes, I actually go to college.

Today was a long day of school from 11:15 to about 9 p.m.  Times are getting tough on us students at this time of year.  It is the week of Thanksgiving and people are already leaving for their quick vacations.  Since I know I'm only going to be doing schoolwork tomorrow and Wednesday, I gotta put in the hours on the days I have.

Anyway, I didn't work today so I don't have any crazy stripper stories for today.  But please follow my blog, leave comments and questions for me, and I will be happy to let you know what I've experienced regarding whatever you ask.

Sick Bitch

I had to take Saturday night off because I have a cold.  There are lots of reasons not to work when a stripper has a cold. 

1.  Smoky club - bad for the lungs.
2.  No guy wants to give money to a sick bitch.
3.  Can't drink alcohol while taking certain cough medicine.
4.  I don't get to sleep until 5 or 6 a.m. and that's just too much sleep time lost.

There are still more reasons not to work while sick, but those stand out the most to me.  So I stayed away from the club and I feel a little better, not getting over it as fast as I would like, but I can always work the day I start feeling better.

I hate taking Saturdays off but sometimes I just have to take a day off to get better.  I'm just worried about my bills.  I don't want to have to work during the time I give myself for school, but getting straight A's isn't putting food on my table.  I love being independent and I want to stay that way, and that includes busting my ass on the weeknights if it means keeping the electricity on.

Welcome to my blog!

This will be my stripper journal.  I will attempt to share as much as I can about my experiences as a normal girl dancing her way through college.

This might be my only route to sanity as I have been doing this for two years, dancing on the weekends to pay the bills; the industry has already fucked my mind and I am due for a vacation.  Perhaps just putting it out there might help - out of my head - on the screen for the world to see what kind of shit I deal with three nights a week.

Every weekend I witness normal men just acting at their worst behavior.  It is a topless bar...  Thank goodness I get to keep my panties on all night.  Every man at the stage wants to put his dollars in my pussy or stick their fingers in my butt, every man wants to slap my ass real hard, some leave marks -and I want to kill them when they do.

I remember about six months ago a man hit my ass so hard it left a mark.  I have no pain tolerance, either.  As he hit it, the pain just killed my buzz and I reacted before I controlled myself.  I slapped him right in the face.  I don't like to make a scene, so instead of having him kicked from the bar, I had to diffuse the violence quickly and back away and flirtatiously say, "You like it rough, don't you?"  This happened on two occasions.  I guess PMS is a good defense mechanism.

They all want to fuck me.  Every single one of them would tap it if I asked them, whether it be for money or not.  I'm tired of people trying to suck my nipples, I fucking hate it.  Keep your fucking germs off me. 

I guess there are a few positives about working at a titty bar.  I make my own hours, I make quick money, I can take as long a vacation I want, and I still always pay the bills.  It's the perfect job for a busy college student. 

It just comes with some seriously harsh consequences.  I work in an incredibly poisonous environment.  As I mentioned before, men are just acting a fool, the girls that dance are all nasty druggies that have kids, the drugs are incredibly available, the bartender is a total bitch, and money and every kind of bodily fluid and every kind of liquor have touched every surface on your chair.  Oh and occasionally there will be jizz on the floor of the private rooms.