The cool thing about working overnight is dealing with daylight savings time. For me, that meant more time to make money, which I did.
The customers were much nicer to me tonight. I made more money, too. Amazing.
I'm so fucking pooped. That extra hour made the night so much longer.
Oh, there is a contest for America's Top Stripper. That's not me. I don't know all the stage shenanigans, I can't do the splits, I suck at hustling and I hate losing. I might have a great booty, but I'm not about to pussy-pop doing a headstand like Chocolate Dream. She should be America's Top Stripper. She makes all the boys in the club go, "Damn!!"
I hope someone from my club gets it. We got hot bitches, just how motivated are they? The prize is $5,000. That's a good chunk of money. I sure could use it. But I'm guessing second place gets nothing, which blows, hardly makes the contest worth doing. It's funny because there is a sign-up sheet in the dressing room and no one has touched it. And it's been there for a week, now.
My best customer tonight was a Gemini. I don't know what it is about Geminis but they fucking love me. And I love them, too!