Thursday, April 24, 2014

Academic takeover

Sorry I haven't been posting lately.  I have been spending a lot of time cramming for tests.  I'll be done in a week.  I have one A locked in so far, 3 more to go, one will be easy, the other two I need to work very hard for.

I totally skipped work because I have nothing good to say about Good Friday or Easter, so I partied that weekend and didn't make a dime.  Not such a good time to do it financially but by now I've gotten used to the rectal pains in my bank account.  I barely avoided over drafting, we'll just leave it at that.

I'm forced to take Friday off since I have a test early on Saturday.  So inconvenient, but it's the price I pay for being a student before a stripper.  I'll just go back to work on Saturday and just explode with all this potential energy I've stored up.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a test that's not gonna ace itself.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Nothing but complaints, except...

I don't really want to go into detail as to what those complaints are.  I'll let you figure them out for yourself.

So here's what happened over the weekend: dead club for both Friday and Saturday nights.  Most of the money I made was on stage on Friday so I left after working for two hours, just too tired even act.

Selling lap dances was pretty difficult.  Most guys just wanted to save their money, I guess.  Another dancer and I were wondering if it was thanks to tax season or something.  Certainly anyone who would have gotten a refund by now already got it.  Anyone with money who didn't get a refund, well, they have to PAY by next Tuesday, so it would make sense that not a whole lot of customers showed up.

Eventually, though, I caught a big fish.  I couldn't allow myself to leave early on Saturday, despite how crummy I was doing making money.  I was so bored I talked to some of my co-workers, trying not to display a shitty attitude about how slow it is, but we all knew it was abnormally dead for a Saturday.

One of the really successful dancers (as in, she is ALWAYS doing dances - her nickname will be Super Stripper) was backstage and talking about how if she's not making money, nobody's making money... I guess I'd brag about that, too.  I'm sure she has a lot more experience and works more hours than me.  She is also exotic and tiny, which is perfect for this job.  Yep, I envy her, but at least it's for the right reason.  So she knows best what works in this job, and she said to me, "Just turn around and look at him like this (turns head over shoulder) and go, 'let's go dance,'" as she reached her hand out by her stuck-out booty.

I laughed at first, but she was 100% serious.  "I'm telling you, you should try it!  I bet it'll work."

God, now that is how someone displays confidence.  So I tried it.

Back to landing that big fish.  I really did not expect it to happen, because I was still convinced that every guy in the club was just not interested in spending money on me.  So I went up to this black guy that told me to come back after I rushed him for a dance before I had that conversation with Super Stripper, and I walked over to him, eyes locked on his, smiled and said "heyyy, soo," I kept my gaze on his, turned my body and walked over to the chair at the stage and as I looked over my shoulder I bent over and asked him, "you ready to go dance with me yet?"

Boom, it fucking worked.  I finished the rest of the night with that guy.  Woo hoo!  Who knows if it's true, but he was a big dude and he said he was in town to play ball, which means NFL football.  He didn't want the night to end, but to ease the blow at the end of the night, as I walked away, I said, "I'll see you on TV!"

I'm gonna need to remember to thank Super Stripper for her advice next time I see her.  Shit, she is good.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Yep, March is over.

Just to remind me that March was over, the money gods ensured that my first Friday of the month would suck balls.


But I overcame that shitty night and did well tonight.  I'm super happy.

Overall, this week has been very busy.  I've been keeping up with MOST of my assignments and MOST of my workouts.  My pecs are sore.  My personal trainer thought it would be a good idea to work out my upper body as well.  Every last dime I spend on personal training pays off.  I noticed the trend.  My income has increased simply because a fit body is more marketable.  Lately, more guys have been asking ME to do a lap dance for them.  Hell yeah.