tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48720336947117506262024-02-21T21:40:02.881-05:00The Stripper DiariesMy experience as a dancer
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Thoughts and reflectionsBella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comBlogger241125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-75040021153953667782015-05-04T17:27:00.000-04:002015-05-04T17:27:57.924-04:00Haven't gone cold yetI am surprised this blog still gets page views. Must be the wealth of content or I have a few stalkers. <div>
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Well, lately I've been working weekends here and there. I just finished finals for the spring. Good grades, still no job. Probably because I strip. Recruiters probably recognize me and I'm on a blacklist that I don't know about. "Don't hire her, she's a stripper!" There's nothing more awkward than running into a college recruiter at the strip club. </div>
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I feel so fucked sometimes. But I keep telling myself I can quit stripping and do something else. Been telling myself this for the past two years. </div>
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So I'll be grinding during the summer, wishing I had a full-time position in my field of education that pays around $20 an hour. Maybe I'll go troll LinkedIn. </div>
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This sounds depressing. The truth is I'm not that unhappy with life. Deep down, I still think lap dances are a lot easier than working full time during the day. It beats working, but does nothing for my future, which is why I'm hard on myself now. </div>
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Part of me just wants to pursue my other pipe dream and become a Hollywood actress, but I don't personally know James Cameron, J.J Abrams, Martin Scorcese or any of their colleagues. Another part of me wishes society would catch up with the digital age and stop being so uptight about nudity. So what if I'm a stripper? It doesn't make me any less qualified than some other person who doesn't strip. Shit makes me want to start a cultural revolution. Make nudity okay, and make marijuana legal in the United States. Catch up, America. I don't wanna fucking move to Colorado.</div>
Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-62310376328009593142015-03-29T07:09:00.000-04:002015-03-29T07:09:08.036-04:00March and all its madnessGood god, it's been a busy month. Real life and stripper life. Well, Friday was kinda ugh except for one hero who saved me from a shitty night. But Saturday was good. Only one rapey customer. I could have just killed him. Grabbed my tit like a stress ball and would not stop hounding me for my phone number. I almost broke down and gave him my club's number just to kindly reject him but pushed me too far. The fact that I'm writing about him, paying attention to the memory of it all, just kills me. The best thing about it though, is the fact that the rest of the night was a lot better in every way. I finally got to dance with a cute Asian guy, he looked like my ex so much, smelled great, spent a lot... I was in space. I think I like my job too much. Or March is clearly the best month of the year hands fucking down! My only regret is skipping as many nights that I did. Just tired... Or lazy. Both. I just wanna sleep at midnight instead of work, but the money is just too good. I'm a slave to this cash cow, even if it's only a few hours a week. I think that's why I enjoy it and find it relatively easy now. These last few months I've been very happy at work. My judgment for creeper is almost 100%. Only one guy I danced for was a complete jackass. Lately I've been more choosy about who I dance with. Probably because I come to work so fucking late, well after the rush has hit. I just can't do dead club. I'm dreading the rest of the year. God. Summer please don't suck. I hope I'm out of this job soon. I need to move on. Fuck. I have come so far in school and the field I'm training for is conservative and recruiters wouldn't like the fact I'm a nude lap dancer, and I'm getting closer to finding a new job. As easy as this job is, I can't do it forever, and part of me is sad that it doesn't last, but the other part of me is ready to make money without taking off my clothes. I have so much education, it MUST pay off. The time for that is soon. I'm sad I won't have fresh content for this blog, but like any story, it has a beginning, middle and end. The end is near. I wish I knew the phone number that loser customers can dial and it just plays a recording with some words of encouragement such as "kill yourself, you fucking pig, end it now."Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-54495256161451534602015-02-17T14:57:00.002-05:002015-02-17T14:57:12.002-05:00Still grindingHaha, this past weekend was good. I lucked out on Saturday, and Friday was a tough night up until the end. Friday, I felt like I couldn't make a connection with anyone, and I was ice cold towards everyone because NOTHING about them impressed me, and I just could not fake it. PMS?!<div>
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Must be, because Saturday I could've ravaged anyone, in a good way. And I also had lesser competition because apparently girls must think Valentine's Day sucks and I could understand. Nothing but beautiful straight couples, which seemed hard to impress, but I had to just go with it and make that straight girl go bi for a few minutes in front of her man. Totally fine by me. I love dancing for women and the trick is to make sure SHE is having fun. Ladies first, all about the girls in my kind of club. </div>
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Gonna go back to work again this weekend and hope for the same kind of luck. </div>
Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-63061904128696017772015-02-13T12:31:00.000-05:002015-02-13T12:31:16.253-05:00More like Bella SlackAll this effort towards school has kept me out of the club, especially over the past few weeks. Some bug is going around, so I was out sick for an entire weekend. Needless to say, I must get my ass back in the club and HUSTLE. My bills don't care if I'm sick. My lenders especially don't care. <br />
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Today is Friday the 13th. Now I'm not superstitious, but should I go to work? Of course! Not only am I in financial despair, but wouldn't it be so awesome if my luck turned out to be good? My pessimism will keep reminding me it's Friday the 13th if I end up doing shitty, because every Friday, too many girls show up to work anyway and higher competition means less easy guys to go around. I wanna do double dances with other chicks. Last time I did that, it felt so easy making money. Gotta love bisexuality. I mean, I never TELL my co-workers I'm into chicks, but we are all actresses who would most likely go gay for pay. Perhaps I have too much faith in them or I'm dead on.<br />
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Happy Friday the 13th, keep your black cats safe, your ladders put away, tape your mirrors if you're paranoid AND superstitious.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-39899408955283696722015-01-23T12:49:00.000-05:002015-01-23T12:49:11.901-05:00Mornings and night shiftI work late on weekends. I get up early for school during the week. My body hates it. Having to get up too early is the worst feeling. It's not as bad as staying up really late. I'm excited for when I become a morning person when I quit for good. :)<br />
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My body is getting loose. I need to stop skipping the gym. Laziness. I miss my personal trainer but I've had to cut back on spending because shit is getting more expensive and I'm not charging more money. I just wanna bitch slap the customers that whine about $25 or $30 dances. Don't be surprised that I also adjust for inflation! I understand why they still go for $20... Supply and demand is a bitch. Overall, there's a sharp decrease in demand once the price goes over $20. Sigh.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-60582299053436637962015-01-11T15:25:00.001-05:002015-01-11T15:25:04.466-05:00Back to school, work, lifeVacations are never long enough. That's why I'm chasing the profession that has the most vacation time out of the year. I like working hard when I'm working so that I can get more time off for vacation. <br />
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Anyway, so work has been pretty slow (too many girls honestly) these past few weekends after new years. I know better to not expect much. I've been earning less than average, so money is tight because it seems like this is when all the prices and things go up. Like fucking health insurance. Story of our lives, though.<br />
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Story of my life last night. It was particularly dead so I took a break and came back for the last hour. First guy I talk to when I get back is someone I thought I saw on Friday night. So I'm acting like he's a returning customer and what's weird is that the guy on Friday gave me a massage, and he was a complete noob. It's so crazy, he was wearing the same type of glasses frames, was bald, close to my age... I really thought he was the same guy from last night, but one huge difference was massage talent. I asked him, "where was this last night?" and he tells me he wasn't at my club last night. At that moment I realized he was not the same guy. I hate confusing people for someone else, it's such a customer service fail. But he was laughing about it and carried on with his magical massage. I've only had a massage from one person in my whole life who was as good as this guy, so I decided to spend my last hour getting some myofascial release. It's a close second to making money from drunk weirdos during the last hour. I hope he comes back, lol. I always invite them to return but only like 2% of the time they actually do.<br />
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I'm thinking this year 2015 is gonna be my last year dancing. I'm hoping to retire for good after I graduate in December. Then it'll be time to intern full time and go from there. Master's degree probably soon after. I love school, and I believe I can handle it. Competition in the non-stripping workforce is even fiercer than the competition at the club. Just now, I gotta be better looking on paper instead of in person.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-71480512898034699182014-12-18T05:37:00.002-05:002014-12-18T05:37:53.174-05:00DecemberA month of joy for many, and a month of SPENDING on everything but lap dances<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">So</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"> this is the month where I have been trying so desperately to convince myself it's not shitty, even though the club has been mad slow for MONTHS or maybe my game has slipped while I busted my ass in school, sacrificing work nights to have enough energy to earn the grades I need to be taken seriously in my next career. So yeah, I've been spending a lot of time on school and I'm loving all the shit I learn. It's fun and interesting to apply knowledge from business school to stripping concepts. It inspires me to revolutionize stripping. But before I write down all my hopes and dreams, let's get back to the club. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">Tonight was not a bad night. I'm working extra hours to make up for all the shitty one-night-a-week income before Christmas robs me. I don't normally work Wednesdays but it was Wednesday on a whim and I did a fuck ton of lap dances tonight. Bah hahaha my ass doing the work for me. I think it's "micro bootie shorts" that make my ass look amazing. Every time I went on stage it yielded a dance or two after getting off. Haha. The club was slow but I wasn't having trouble staying busy. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">Idk what it was but I just refused to believe Wednesday night was gonna be some bullshit weeknight. I swam with the sharks that work every night and it happened to be a good night for me, because I played tonight like a clean run of Mozart's Turkish March! Hardly any downtime, just perfectly paced, and no big fuck ups. I've also had time to play the brain games... Maybe that's why I was so on point tonight. I've also had time to rest, and watch Netflix... </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">I love the semester break! It's much needed. Funny thing about school topics integrated into stripping... Last weekend was mostly shitty, like tonight I did better than I did on Friday and Saturday night. But the one not-shitty moment on Friday night I met this hot tech guy from California and it was so much fun to impress him with all my knowledge and experience with databases! He was the kind of guy that makes this job hardly feel like work. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">Too bad I never saw him again. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">Perhaps it's for the best. I am already spoken for. It is a job, after all. Maybe it's a job that one shouldn't be too good at</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">. Once I leave that club, the mask comes off, the game is over, back to being plain old me, who needs to pay those pesky bills and has the body to do it successfully. I'm enjoying it while it lasts. It's been a good run. I'm gonna work tomorrow night then it's off to vacation land. I'll probably work New Years after that. Christmas is gonna leave me dry and I've taken off the last few new years. I hear good stories from some chicks. Maybe 2015 is when my tide comes in! I gotta hit the gym! I want to look good when it comes.</span></span>Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-10040539771988620462014-11-16T13:51:00.002-05:002014-11-16T13:51:33.274-05:00Perhaps I am addictedTo this cash cow of a job. <br />
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More familiar faces at the club. More thoughts about the risks and rewards of this gig are churning. I guess I've made up my mind that I don't want people from school that I want to respect me knowing, and more people find out, it's just opening a can of worms I don't want to deal with. I wouldn't lie about it, and I'll confront people who recognize me, but it's really uncomfortable and I'll always dread that situation.<br />
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I don't really want to quit. Only for alternative income would I quit, and it looks like I'm gonna be in school all spring, so I really have to tread lightly for the next 6 months. Which sucks because I sincerely enjoy this gig, even after weighing the pros and cons.<br />
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But I've been so busy keeping up with school that it's finally gonna start paying off, and I really desire a smooth transition from quitting stripping for a vanilla career. I doubt I'll be able to turn back. It's already very difficult to stay up and work late anyway. <br />
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It's been fun. May the ending path feel more like a homestretch.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-79396312374148674192014-09-28T06:27:00.001-04:002014-09-28T06:27:57.772-04:00Do u squatI get that question almost every night I work. <br />
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I've been working out, but not squats, and it was so annoying hearing girls at work telling me how to work out, and they're like "all I do is squat."<br />
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I couldn't get a word in, but I just wanted to say that there are so many exercises for the butt that aren't squats, like dead lifts, lunges and abducting. I do anything and everything to avoid doing squats because lap dances already wear out my quads, I don't need squats to look better.<br />
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I made it to work both nights this week. I'm proud of myself for not sleeping through my shift, but I'm wondering if these sniffles are temporary. Since I've been so tired working late I had very thin patience with the losers at the club. I've been charging premium too because I'm too tired to give a fuck about my customers. <br />
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Lately I've been running into people from my life outside the club and tonight I think I saw one of the recruiters from the college career fair last week. Just my luck. Now my secret is out and everyone will know I'm a stripper. Hopefully they'll know I'm a stripper trying to get out of stripping.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-15234385387028946052014-09-20T11:47:00.001-04:002014-09-20T11:47:26.346-04:00Hardly strippingGod damn, school has been keeping me slammed, forcing me to sleep normal person hours. I can't remember the last time I slept past noon. I miss sleeping in, and I miss being able to sleep in. But the productivity has been out of this world. <br />
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It's only been 4 weeks since school started, and I've only been able to make it to work once a week, and I am hating the lack of cash. My bills are paid, but I can't buy the things I want, and it makes me wanna step it up. Last night I was planning to go into work, but school ate up my entire day and night. When midnight rolled around, I was rolling over into bed, not work. I'm gonna make it up to myself tonight by going in a bit sooner than usual, though it's often a futile attempt to get ahead, I can't completely rule out the possibility that I'll put myself ahead by doing that. <br />
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School has been keeping me so busy that I can barely fit in the time to work out, and I always get nervous when I don't get enough exercise. I'm ready for my boss to tell me I need to tone up because boss man is going on a firing spree. The good news (maybe for just me) is that I'm getting closer and closer to retiring from stripping. My education is going to pay off this time because I've been busting my ass and sacrificing work in order to keep my grades up and my obligations met. I've probably lost all my semi-regulars in the process. They probably show up, wondering where me and my dank ass are. I bet even my fellow strippers are wondering where the hell I've been. "Where's booty?"<br />
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I really want to work tonight. I'm gonna try my damn hardest to stay up late tonight so I can make up for all that rest I got last night. See I'm trying not to get sick while all this is going on. I have exams next week and I just HATE being that person that can't stop coughing when it's all quiet. It's so distracting during a period that requires high concentration.<br />
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Anyway, wish me luck, I'll write about tonight. It should be interesting because I feel like I revert to noob status when I take too much time off from work.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-2648075083016897372014-08-30T06:50:00.000-04:002014-08-30T06:50:20.550-04:00Ugh, Labor DayAccording to a former strip club manager, Labor Day weekend is statistically the shittiest weekend out of the entire year. Lowest numbers. <br />
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Ouch. It felt like it at work tonight, proving the old man right. <br />
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But only at first. As the night went on, it progressively got better for me. I'd be going in and out of the dressing room for the first two hours of work, counting my cash, looking at the time and being disappointed with what I had. <br />
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Another high supply low demand night... I had to just wait it out. I knew I could get some cash flow, especially when I saw other girls making money, I knew I could too, and eventually I did. <br />
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One guy said my lap dance was better than the sex he had in the past year, which as a businesswoman and a narcissist I'm pleased to hear. Another man loved my body. I've been doing very well making it to the gym three times this week, happy that the extra time there pays off big time. Part of me wonders how much better I'd look if I actually went every day. I need to fix my diet. I can't say no to those tempting horrible-for-you foods a lot of times. I say bring it on in fact. If I just ate better, I wouldn't feel that fire under my ass as much. You must be exhausted reading me be so hard on myself. I guess It's the only way I know how to keep myself moving forward. Anyway, back to my weird night at work...<br />
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During the last hour, I had to choose from 3 different guys and I jokingly said "highest bidder" and the guy I ended up dancing for spent the most out of any guy that night, so that was a good ending to this night. I hope Saturday night is better, but I will expect only the most bullshit of customers because it's still Labor Day weekend and the rent is due and SCHOOL is back, FUCK! Books are expensive, I wake up early, the classes are getting harder, I gotta do more schmoozing, this is gonna be one hell of a ride til December. I'll try to keep posting.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-23555862495749294382014-08-24T07:48:00.000-04:002014-08-24T07:48:02.300-04:003% battery life Overall, this weekend rocked. I played my cards smart and most of my shifts were pleasant and lucrative. Very seldom did I experience the anguish from being in a club saturated with the sharkiest of hustler chicks all preying on the new bachelor party that just showed up. I waited for the tide to come in and bam, me and my big ass were in demand. It's always so bad before midnight. But after midnight, the rushes start hitting and sometimes that big spender shows up just before I start to get really bored. When I get those blocks of time I feel like no one wants a dance, I just sit down, relax and tell myself, "my time will come," usually, I end up getting some kind of business, which is better than none, even if the guy is a shitbag. But I did my best to steer clear of the handsy, wasted, trouble maker headache losers that always seem to be there to just make us girls go batty, and it worked. Hooray for applying myself tonight! I went home satisfied. I can't wait for next weekend.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-50489163323427209702014-08-16T14:04:00.003-04:002014-08-16T14:04:45.390-04:00August heatOh thank goodness. Last night did not suck for me. Yay! <br />
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Lots of ass men showed up and I didn't have to work too hard, though at first it seemed like I did. Some Asian men were there and one man had his eye on me so I asked him if he wanted a lap dance but he didn't know English and his translator friend asked if I'd do one for the lowball price. I agreed, but didn't take the cash up front (like the risk taker I am) and before the song started, the guy wanted to just grab grab grab and I was thinking, "No, I'm not starting my night out feeling raped for $20, this guy is way too invasive." I got up less than a minute into the song, got up and said, "I changed my mind, I don't feel like dancing anymore." The man didn't even speak English, so I have no idea if he understood me, but I just couldn't dance with that guy for $20 when all he wanted to do was touch my pussy and pull off my nipples. I hate that! It just wasn't worth it to me. The language barrier also made me feel very uncomfortable. How can I tell this man to stop touching me like a pig if he doesn't understand English? I don't know Chinese. <br />
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Another good reason for me to stop and move on to another guy was because the club was flush FULL of customers, and I just knew it couldn't be that hard to find a gentleman instead of a pig. And doing a dance for the lowball price when there are potentially better paying customers out there, I just needed to prioritize better. It didn't take long to start making money. After that little speed bump, my night got better and better. <br />
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I really hope tonight is a good night too. We shall see.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-31975222116485190282014-08-10T14:46:00.000-04:002014-08-10T14:46:04.316-04:00Came down with somethingA bad case of the fuck-it's. Last night I left for a lunch break and when it was time to go back, I felt too tired to want to try again, even though it was Saturday. Looking at what I took home, I regret it, but factoring in everything else about last night, I'm glad I stayed home. <br />
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I'm sick of creepy people feeling my tits in the most creepy manner. Even thinking about South Park's version of Mel Gibson doesn't make me smile and tough out the weirdos as much as it used to.<br />
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I really can't wait for my first day at my new job/internship. Stripping was not addictive this week. If every weekend was like this past weekend, I'd never want to continue working in this industry. The demand for lap dances was so low, especially compared to the high supply of broke lap dancers. Competition is such a bitch, and I know it always will be. :(<br />
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The only enjoyable experience I had dancing for someone was this Latina woman who came in with her husband, whom didn't really partake in her lap dance. It was mostly me and her, and the way she touched me was more like how I wish all men touched me. Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-38096099657708280292014-08-05T12:42:00.002-04:002014-08-05T12:42:53.242-04:00Back from a road tripI got back home pretty late on Thursday night. I timed it that way so I'd be able to go back to work on Friday. Both Friday and Saturday nights weren't too bad for me, so I'm glad to get right back into the swing of things. I was still a bit uterine from being around my mother and a handful of other female family members for a week and a half, who I discovered all inherited the holy ass I am sitting on. Thank you, great genetics passed on from my grandmother... We are all blessed with an ass for days.<br />
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Surprisingly the club wasn't terribly dead. The guys that came though, most of them pretty useless of course, including this one guy who used to dance with me. He likes my doppelgänger more, though. Told me he wasn't gonna get dances at all, but turned around and got dances with my doppelgänger just a few minutes later. Sigh... I wasn't gonna let jealousy get in my way, just let it push me to move on and get that money. <br />
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Saturday night I met a hot Canadian man and he was a young Pisces like me. It was hard to say goodbye at the end, but he made my night a lot better than it could have been, so I was thankful. He looked kind of like Steven Stamkos from the Tampa Bay Lightning (hockey team), so I was eating it up, haha.<br />
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My hustle is probably pissing off my co-workers because I've been low-balling to get a high turnover rate through the summer, and because I need guys to come back and see me, and low prices simply get those results better than gouge prices. A lot of the other dancers say what their prices are backstage, and I think, "God, no wonder no one wants another dance from you."<br />
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I'm sure some of them think I'm an idiot because I could be charging more money, but every night I am satisfied with what I take home, so they can think what they want. I get busy fast, especially when the regulars are there, and to me, the name of the game is to stay busy doing dances, and I'm quite successful at it. So nah nah nah boo boo, stick your head in doo doo. My hot summer sale is what keeps me constantly busy when the club is shitty and dead.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-54582579391531142512014-07-19T07:13:00.001-04:002014-07-19T07:13:11.444-04:00Slow and frustratingJust like traffic. Tonight sucked. Too many girls, not enough money, sigh. <br />
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No heroes. Just a few good looking men, but they weren't paying good, so that was kind of lame. <br />
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Summer is settling in. August will probably be total garbage. I hope I don't cry and go into a PMS rage like last year. <br />
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My poor ass was getting a lot more smacks than usual. I fucking hate it. My super ass is a curse as much as it is a blessing to me sometimes. <br />
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Some young guy asked me to walk him to the ATM and then he didn't want a lap dance from me, and then asks me if I can go find Candice and have her meet him near the palm tree on the other side of the club, and I thought, "You haven't given me a fucking dime, so screw you, I'm not your fucking hostess who will just totally drop everything and help you out for free, especially if you want to spend that money you took out on some other bitch!" I didn't even know who Candice was, so I honestly couldn't help him anyway. But I felt like a lot of guys wanted to wear out their welcome tonight, and it was exhausting since the money was slow. Like, way too many creepy lingering ass grabs for one stinkin dollar, it's just not enough. It should cost more for people to touch my body like that.<br />
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Ok. Enough whining. I honestly want to do more lap dances, so I hope I'll get to tomorrow night.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-91710714220996611092014-07-06T06:28:00.002-04:002014-07-06T06:28:41.259-04:00Holy dead club Batman!Since last night was the 4th, it was much slower. I didn't expect anything great this weekend, but surprisingly I didn't end up doing that bad. Always very slow at first, and it seems like when it gets later, the money gets better.<br />
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I've been busting my booty trying to stay thin so I don't get fired. I fucking hate that my metabolism isn't as awesome as it used to be. My love for fattening food is what will end my career as a stripper if I don't hurry up and get a real job. I've been so hungry all week! I can't stop eating.<br />
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One guy had a lot of money to burn because he won some cash at the casino. I love guys with good luck lol. What was the most interesting is that he didn't stink like most of the men I dance for. It was "refreshing." I got my creep on and enjoyed the smell. <br />
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I've been really trying to improve upon my business model as a stripper, as silly as that sounds, but I've been concerned with customer service and revenue. I wanna hustle but I don't wanna hustle so hard to the point that I lose future sales. It's tough to gauge everyone's budget. I honestly want people to be happy they got a dance with me. So they'll want more.<br />
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Here's something to make fun of: this clown, and I'm sure there are lots of dudes like these, but this guy who says I'm so hot and says he used to date a stripper so he knows how the game works. So instantly I realize he is worthless in my book, and he still thinks I think he is cute, but in reality I thought he was disgusting and wondering why his hands were so sweaty. Ugh! Gentlemen, please keep your hands clean and dry, that would be ideal, kthx.<br />
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<br />Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-83943124601728119252014-06-29T06:11:00.001-04:002014-06-29T06:11:05.799-04:00Awe, come on!That's all I've been thinking all night. Tonight was the most pitiful night of the month. Fuck June, fuck summer. I'll probably wanna die by the end of July, and August is historically awful. Well, last August I only worked weekends and I must have lucked out on a lot of those nights, because it's always been very dead with too many girls working.<br />
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Which brings me to my next hilarious story. My boss told me to tone up because boss man has been cutting girls left and right. I'm hoping she only told me that because she likes me and doesn't want to see me get fired. I mean, I know I've been slacking on the cardio, but nothing gets past my boss' unrealistic expectations for "skinny." He won't have fatties working, but I still think I look pretty damn athletic. I don't need that shit, but I'll listen to her damn advice and straighten up. I'll be hitting the treadmill every Monday through... Sunday. Honestly, my big ass and thighs are gonna be the end of my stripping career, despite how much literally every customer and co-worker loves them.<br />
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And sadly, no real money heroes tonight, which means I took home a lot less than usual. It's still better than waitressing, but god dammit I get naked and give people lustful trips.<br />
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I'm gonna have to up my hustle, and clearly not just the money hustle, but my gym hustle as well.<br />
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And that's another part of my job that really sucks, the pressure to stay pretty and thin. And I just made a fucking pie, too. It's gonna have to be my last one for a while. :(<br />
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And summer is just getting started. Fuck being skinny. I wanna eat what I want!Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-88402188918197863452014-06-28T06:54:00.001-04:002014-06-28T06:54:36.853-04:00Train WreckI wish I could smoke some train wreck right now. After tonight, I could use some high-powered bud. For like the first 4 hours of my shift, I was making "kill yourself" money, just unacceptable levels. The "I won't be able to pay my bills" kind of low income. :(<br />
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Not to mention the constant rejection. My approach must be horrible, or 99% of the guys that showed up were absolute stingy douche bags that happened to love my ass. Well, they could all tell me but not show me. I should lower my expectations, especially for younger men in groups, just all so full of fucking shit! Dollars in their mouths, rather waste their money on blow and liquor than lap dances, even though they would be missing out on a much more exciting trip.<br />
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The club was rather empty with too many girls working, so that made it worse. All the hustlers got the easy guys before me. It's just the summer settling in. Not only will we be sweating our asses off the next two months, but we will be sweaty and broke. <br />
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So maybe tomorrow night will suck, maybe it will rock. I hope it rocks, because I have needs. Those needs would be for cash. I need a hero. <br />
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Have a happy Saturday!<br />
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<br />Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-31647575571966403162014-06-27T04:34:00.001-04:002014-06-27T04:34:43.449-04:00Happy FridayI hope it's a happy Friday for you, because lately, summer has been kind of sad. <br />
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I've been getting B's instead of A's in my summer classes. I'm slipping, and it's because I'm exhausted. I hope my actual break is long enough before the fall starts. The classes are only getting harder and I've really got to straighten up. My plan to GTFO of this job is finally making progress, and I can't lose focus.<br />
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Money has been getting slower at work. The summer of shitty pay is just getting started. I need a hero. <br />
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This heat is ridiculous, I can't wait til football season. Stay cool, I'll let you know how the weekend goes. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">I'm so excited to go and make some money!</span>Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-30163359619338039922014-06-14T05:33:00.001-04:002014-06-14T05:33:19.024-04:00Handling Friday the 13thSince it was Friday the 13th, I expected bad luck, but I didn't completely dismiss the opportunity to make money, so I went in at midnight, when it officially became Saturday the 14th. As I expected, the club was not heavily populated with horny guys but with hormonal girls all looking to make money. <br />
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So I put on my slow-play strategy and decided to not give a fuck and just do business as I got it. Eventually, I got a good guy who could afford to make my night awesome, and not just monetarily, either. Sometimes this job is an escape for me since I work such few hours every week. It helps me escape all the dryness from summer school. And it helped that the guy was really hot and smart, and I remembered dancing for him a long time ago. I was really happy to see him, especially since I figured he would just never come back. <br />
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I hope tomorrow night is awesome. I have a feeling it will be. <br />
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Take care, have a great weekend.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-39935371267794089392014-05-31T06:19:00.000-04:002014-05-31T06:19:02.666-04:00Just trying to have funWell, 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. <br />
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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!" </div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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School has been rough, so it actually felt good to let my hair down and still make money.<br />
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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...<br />
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Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-41298356737034394772014-05-25T06:54:00.000-04:002014-05-25T06:54:47.512-04:00Still runningLife 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.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-42169794668398194112014-05-11T07:27:00.001-04:002014-05-11T07:27:36.268-04:00Bipolar weekendI knew mother's day would make my weekend suck somehow. <br />
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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.<br />
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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<br />
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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. <br />
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I finally got home early this morning and the first thing I did was shower to wash that stink off of me. <br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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Anyway I'll try to lighten up. Summer school will keep me distracted from stripper stress.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872033694711750626.post-33484540500812909672014-05-02T01:59:00.001-04:002014-05-02T01:59:33.252-04:00Exams are over, back to workFinally, the spring semester is over and I can go back to work and make some money. <br />
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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."<br />
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I just hope that the money's flowing and that all the pervs didn't have a rough April too.Bella Hackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02966985386822193701noreply@blogger.com