Saturday, May 31, 2014

Just trying to have fun

Well, no big fish for me tonight, but a lot of small ones and a lot of big tips.  I got two people to tip me twenties on stage.  Fuck yeah.  And a lot of fives too.  Overall, tonight was good.  Dealt with a lot of pigs and just tried to keep taking money.  Some of the guys weren't too bad, and it was nice when they made my job feel easier.

I finally got to thank Super Stripper for her advice from last month.  She was so excited.  She was like, "I told you!  I knew it would work.  Girl, you got that ass, no one can say no!" 

Shit.  My ass has been getting fat from my lack of working out.  Trainer is on vacation so I've been living the fat life.  Cheat day became cheat week.  I've been too busy to cook dinner, and all this restaurant food is making my ass grow.  I better cut that shit out before it travels to my tummy and gets me fired.  Fuck I can't wait to quit.  It sucks being required to be thin.  I love to eat and I've been so busy I'm too tired to work out.

So that translates into my ass being bigger and juicier and it's kind of working out to be an advantage, because it was a very young, douchey crowd.  But there were some ass men.  I'd say the best dance I did was for a black lesbian.  I loved riding her clit and she loved my ass, so it was fun, hehe.

School has been rough, so it actually felt good to let my hair down and still make money.

Hope you all are having a good night.  Time for a shower.  Some guy I danced for stunk really bad.  I wouldn't be surprised if I end up with a bacterial infection.  So if you'll excuse me...

;) goodnight love ya

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Still running

Life is full speed ahead for me.  My brain is feeling the pain of summer classes.  I have no time for anything.  I made it to work this weekend.  Friday was good, Saturday was about the same.  Lots of douches.  Trying not to remember their bullshit anymore.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Bipolar weekend

I knew mother's day would make my weekend suck somehow.

Friday night was great for me.  The club was kinda dead but the dudes in there just loved me, and they were all kind and generous and I made lots of money, it was a good night to be me.  Just pure bliss.

Saturday night, however, complete opposite story.  I really almost wish I stayed home.  My poor, delicious ass got assaulted by a bunch of young black people for less than $10 on the stage, someone most have been wearing a ring because it stung and hurt so bad I just couldn't keep my cool.  I fucking hate it when people aren't considerate enough to know that I'm a human being WHO FEELS PAIN.  I got up and walked away from them, didn't say thanks, don't care if they think I'm a bitch.  I hope they knew they were being assholes, because another dancer told me they did that to her too.  I had to leave the club for like an hour to cool off; I was getting hormonal.  PMS = Pass My Shotgun

I came back to work, telling myself I'm not crazy.  I just needed to act like a responsible adult and go back and sell dances.  I figured the crowd had changed up and those black people had left.  When I walked back into the club, sure enough, they were gone, and there were plenty of new faces and interested looks.  It wasn't long before I was doing lap dances for decent guys.  One guy tipped well, enough to offset my disgust at the other low-ballers.  One of them was a hot tennis player so it wasn't so bad and the other was this young guy from Saudi Arabia who had breath that smelled like pure shit, and of course he was the one who wanted a chain dance.  I almost didn't want to make money off him.  Almost.

I finally got home early this morning and the first thing I did was shower to wash that stink off of me.

Yesterday, I would have said I love my job, but tonight reminded me why I need to hurry up and get the fuck out of this industry.  I'm just so over the bullshit.  I don't like it when losers treat me like meat.  I took way too much shit tonight and such few dollars to show for it.  Maybe I should switch to phone sex or play therapist for a few nights.

I think I might pay my therapist a visit.  Interesting how the past weekend resulted in such a wonderful high on Friday and a terrible low on Saturday.  I really hope next Saturday breaks the cycle of shitty Saturdays.

Anyway I'll try to lighten up.  Summer school will keep me distracted from stripper stress.

Friday, May 2, 2014

Exams are over, back to work

Finally, the spring semester is over and I can go back to work and make some money.

Tomorrow I'm gonna wake up late, go to the gym, have a nice Friday afternoon, then work late and make a bunch of money.  Gonna get my hustle on.  My greatest excuse for up charging will be, "I'm sorry, but gas prices went up too."

I just hope that the money's flowing and that all the pervs didn't have a rough April too.