I came to work late tonight. It's good I didn't come in later, because it was really good the first hour. There were at least three young, nice looking men that wanted a dance with me after I got off stage.
Decisions, decisions. Who do I pick first, and who do I make wait?
The first guy I picked was the most attractive, and he seemed like the most definite yes, and the most fun to dance for. He only got one song, but tipped well and didn't give me any bullshit so I was happy I danced for him first.
My boss caught me before I could get to the next guy and made me go back on stage again.
The next guy I danced for (#2) was also a pretty easy sell, since he was staring me down while I was back on stage, and he was tipping better than everyone else. And he was also really attractive.
The third guy was kind of a douche during my first round of stage, so I figured I'd "keep getting intercepted" so he had to wait forever for a lap dance.
"Hey, sexy, how much is a dance with you?" guy #3 asked.
He seemed surprised. "You gotta sell it, then. I need you to convince me."
I did not feel like being a saleswoman. I was so spoiled from the other people I didn't have to convince. At that point, he either wants one or he doesn't.
"You get this beautiful ass grinding on your lap, baby. Isn't that what you want?"
"Yeah, come see me when you get off."
"I already got off."
See what I did there?!
That was the conversation we had during my first stage set. The next set, after I danced for #1, #3 was obviously waiting for me and looked surprised to see me back on stage.
"I've been waiting for you to come see me, I thought we had something going on, like a connection.
OMG you loser!
"No, baby, I just want your money," I said as I tilted my head.
"Well I've got money, honey."
I took off and collected singles from all the other stage mongers til my set finished then I walked off for two songs with guy #2, hoping it would horribly tease #3. He was the douchiest of them all, so I delighted in making him wait. I was enjoying playing my game.
Eventually I gave guy #3 a dance, and of course he had to ask me my favorite question, "wanna go with me to my hotel room?"
"Sorry, babe, I can't. It's against the rules."
I took the money and walked away once the song finished. The douches are so easy to walk away from.
In other news, this drunk girl was tipping me, but she wanted me to camp in front of her the whole time I was on stage. I got other dudes to collect from, ugh. But it wasn't so bad looking like a total lesbian playing with the girl's boobs. That was a show, too. The guys were diggin it.
The night got pretty slow pretty quick. At 3:45, it was almost cleared out, which doesn't usually happen until 4:45. And I wasn't done making money. It took me so long to get one last dance to hit my minimum goal.
Fuck summer. Ugh. Even the boss lady was saying its been pretty dead. I wonder how tomorrow night will be.