Not the 5th.
Because none of the girls would dare work on the 4th of July. So it was nice and quiet, the few customers that came were good spenders.
The problem with tonight was the fact that all the girls that worked there blew all their cash on the 4th and needed to work the next night. So on a slow ass Tuesday night, we had tons of girls, but not enough guys. Most businesses call it blowing labor, except the club doesn't pay us a wage so they could care less. The more the merrier.
Seriously, what's wrong with more tits n ass?
I'm taking tomorrow off. My body has had enough. But I must go back on Thursday. I am not satisfied with the amount of cash I've made.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
Right now, I'm not smiling. For a Friday, I didn't make that much. And it's partly because I got stiffed. I did a lap dance for someone and he didn't pay me. So I felt really fucked. But I just had to convince myself that's it's just one dance. Not worth getting bent out of shape over.
Well, it happened again. This time for two songs. I got ripped off double time. Don't I learn my lesson?! I feel so fucking stupid for letting this happen to me. I'm just really mad.
If you're a guy reading this, don't ever stiff a stripper. I know you'll probably never see the bitch again, but it's fucking bad karma. If you don't believe in karma, and you've stiffed a dancer, you deserve to die. For one thing, it's bad to be cheap, especially in a strip club. Not one man has any business being cheap. And if you're a woman, stay in the car if you don't want to see your man waste what would've been the house payment, or gas money, or whatever you could've spent it on. We hate watching you stop him from giving us money.
Ugh, I want to talk more hatefully about ass holes that stiff strippers. Yes, we're fools for not charging up front. But don't do girls over like that. The reason we don't charge up front is that guys get huffy and only wanna pay for one when we ask up front (which needs to stop). If you wanna play you gotta pay. And he might've spent more if we didn't seem so greedy when all we're really doing is covering our own ass.
But after getting screwed out of getting paid for three lap dances, it adds up. Guys don't realize that I don't really do that many lap dances throughout the night. Just because the amount of money we charge per song adds up to more than $300 an hour, doesn't mean we make $300 an hour, adding up to about two grand a night if that were really the case.
The only people I've heard of making that much money are doctors. I need to become a vasectomy doctor. I learned that the local vasectomy doctor earns $500 for every dick he snips. I want to snip dicks and get paid for it. And he does between 5 and 10 a day. So he's rich. I know I couldn't spend that kinda cash quick enough.
So, my message to the guys that are thinking about trying a bitch at the club: you will burn in a lake of fire if you don't pay for your lap dances. It's cruel to make us rub our bodies on your fucking rager and just go, "Oh, I'm going out to the car to get my cash."
YOU FUCKING ASS HOLE!)#$(&*@#()$* FUCKING DIE
That's all I wanted to say to him. I knew as soon as he was out that door he wasn't coming back. Fucking ass hole. I hope he dies a miserable death very soon. I remember reading The Walking Dead, which is a zombie comic, and I remember one of the female characters got imprisoned and tortured. She broke out somehow and returned the favor to the man that tortured her, except he eventually died from all the things she did to him, like nail his dick to a wooden 2 by 4. She also took some pliers and plucked off his entire fingernails. She even put a power drill to his shoulder and squeezed the trigger. I'm starting to smile now. I should, because in all reality, no douche bag as low as he is on the food chain is going to fucking screw up my mood for the night. I can save my tears for the real problems I leave at home.
Is it bad that I smile while thinking of these morbid thoughts?
Right now, I'm not smiling. For a Friday, I didn't make that much. And it's partly because I got stiffed. I did a lap dance for someone and he didn't pay me. So I felt really fucked. But I just had to convince myself that's it's just one dance. Not worth getting bent out of shape over.
Well, it happened again. This time for two songs. I got ripped off double time. Don't I learn my lesson?! I feel so fucking stupid for letting this happen to me. I'm just really mad.
If you're a guy reading this, don't ever stiff a stripper. I know you'll probably never see the bitch again, but it's fucking bad karma. If you don't believe in karma, and you've stiffed a dancer, you deserve to die. For one thing, it's bad to be cheap, especially in a strip club. Not one man has any business being cheap. And if you're a woman, stay in the car if you don't want to see your man waste what would've been the house payment, or gas money, or whatever you could've spent it on. We hate watching you stop him from giving us money.
Ugh, I want to talk more hatefully about ass holes that stiff strippers. Yes, we're fools for not charging up front. But don't do girls over like that. The reason we don't charge up front is that guys get huffy and only wanna pay for one when we ask up front (which needs to stop). If you wanna play you gotta pay. And he might've spent more if we didn't seem so greedy when all we're really doing is covering our own ass.
But after getting screwed out of getting paid for three lap dances, it adds up. Guys don't realize that I don't really do that many lap dances throughout the night. Just because the amount of money we charge per song adds up to more than $300 an hour, doesn't mean we make $300 an hour, adding up to about two grand a night if that were really the case.
The only people I've heard of making that much money are doctors. I need to become a vasectomy doctor. I learned that the local vasectomy doctor earns $500 for every dick he snips. I want to snip dicks and get paid for it. And he does between 5 and 10 a day. So he's rich. I know I couldn't spend that kinda cash quick enough.
So, my message to the guys that are thinking about trying a bitch at the club: you will burn in a lake of fire if you don't pay for your lap dances. It's cruel to make us rub our bodies on your fucking rager and just go, "Oh, I'm going out to the car to get my cash."
YOU FUCKING ASS HOLE!)#$(&*@#()$* FUCKING DIE
That's all I wanted to say to him. I knew as soon as he was out that door he wasn't coming back. Fucking ass hole. I hope he dies a miserable death very soon. I remember reading The Walking Dead, which is a zombie comic, and I remember one of the female characters got imprisoned and tortured. She broke out somehow and returned the favor to the man that tortured her, except he eventually died from all the things she did to him, like nail his dick to a wooden 2 by 4. She also took some pliers and plucked off his entire fingernails. She even put a power drill to his shoulder and squeezed the trigger. I'm starting to smile now. I should, because in all reality, no douche bag as low as he is on the food chain is going to fucking screw up my mood for the night. I can save my tears for the real problems I leave at home.
Is it bad that I smile while thinking of these morbid thoughts?
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Mondays are slow.
God!
It wasn't that bad though, but I didn't make as much as I normally do. I wanna have a good night every night.
Are there just some people out in the world that just have that sales talent? I know there are people that can sell shit on a stick, but they pitch it like it's Pocky.
I'm not one of those people. I learned over the past few years that you have to be heartless if you want to make good money. The banks didn't get rich by not soullessly charging interest and late fees. I wish I could charge a $35 douche bag fee. Any time a guy acts like a tool, I wish I could just mind control him, make him pull out a couple of twenties, give them to me and walk away.
But if I could mind control people, this world would be all kinds of fucked up. But I bet I could fix a lot of shit in spite of that. And I wouldn't be working in this stupid club. Because I could get a lot more money mind controlling the people at the bank...
It wasn't that bad though, but I didn't make as much as I normally do. I wanna have a good night every night.
Are there just some people out in the world that just have that sales talent? I know there are people that can sell shit on a stick, but they pitch it like it's Pocky.
I'm not one of those people. I learned over the past few years that you have to be heartless if you want to make good money. The banks didn't get rich by not soullessly charging interest and late fees. I wish I could charge a $35 douche bag fee. Any time a guy acts like a tool, I wish I could just mind control him, make him pull out a couple of twenties, give them to me and walk away.
But if I could mind control people, this world would be all kinds of fucked up. But I bet I could fix a lot of shit in spite of that. And I wouldn't be working in this stupid club. Because I could get a lot more money mind controlling the people at the bank...
Thursday, May 19, 2011
My guns came in!
My kicks kick ass. I had a nice four days off. Could I be any lazier? I'll be working the next three nights. No nights off. I have to make up for lost time and I need to save up for impending vacation!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
That thing called school
I'm done with it now. Time to get to work, dig myself outta debt, and enjoy my life. I hope I can retire from this ASAP!
I've realized that I'm just SO BORED with this job. It's the same, mindless conversation after the next. I just want to say, "alright, give me your money so I can rub my naked body on you." Just get it over with.
I'm so sick of these ass holes that come in and I'm so sick of all the bitches and hoes. Guys, if you're not going to spend money, get the fuck out. Girls, keep the dick out of your holes, you don't need to do that. If you need to, you can work outside on the street. Keep that shit out of the club, please.
I don't wanna act like I'm too good for the club (actually I do), but I know my brain can do way more than what I'm doing now.
I've realized that I'm just SO BORED with this job. It's the same, mindless conversation after the next. I just want to say, "alright, give me your money so I can rub my naked body on you." Just get it over with.
I'm so sick of these ass holes that come in and I'm so sick of all the bitches and hoes. Guys, if you're not going to spend money, get the fuck out. Girls, keep the dick out of your holes, you don't need to do that. If you need to, you can work outside on the street. Keep that shit out of the club, please.
I don't wanna act like I'm too good for the club (actually I do), but I know my brain can do way more than what I'm doing now.
Monday, April 4, 2011
What a good first weekend
I can't believe I made more money on a Sunday during DAY SHIFT than I did on Friday and Saturday. This is the best switch I've ever made. I can't believe I didn't do this sooner.
It just goes to show that it doesn't matter what day of the week a girl works. It is all about the guys that come in. When I worked night shift at the topless bar, I switched to day shift and the pay was no different. I made the same amount of money working the day shift.
I'm sure night shift at this new club might be different. They said it gets so packed to the point where you're bumping elbows with everyone. I think I could probably double what I made working day shift, but I'm going to wait about a month until I'm done with the spring semester before I tackle that animal.
I'm planning to do amazing this summer. If I don't get the daytime internship I want, I will switch to night shift. This summer it will be too hot to do anything during the daytime anyway. I'm looking forward to watching the sunset when I wake up and the sunrise when I go home.
I miss those days (or nights, really) and can't wait to get them back. This time the paychecks will be bigger!
It just goes to show that it doesn't matter what day of the week a girl works. It is all about the guys that come in. When I worked night shift at the topless bar, I switched to day shift and the pay was no different. I made the same amount of money working the day shift.
I'm sure night shift at this new club might be different. They said it gets so packed to the point where you're bumping elbows with everyone. I think I could probably double what I made working day shift, but I'm going to wait about a month until I'm done with the spring semester before I tackle that animal.
I'm planning to do amazing this summer. If I don't get the daytime internship I want, I will switch to night shift. This summer it will be too hot to do anything during the daytime anyway. I'm looking forward to watching the sunset when I wake up and the sunrise when I go home.
I miss those days (or nights, really) and can't wait to get them back. This time the paychecks will be bigger!
Friday, April 1, 2011
Successful switch
Now that's more like it! Today was my first day working at the nude club and I pulled in a good amount of cash. Let's just say you would cry tears of joy.
I'm not quite there yet but I know I won't be homeless. Rent was due today but I have until the third to pay it. At this rate I will have some to spare after work tomorrow.
Working nude doesn't feel any different than topless. There is no smoking in this place, which I find surprising. But it's great because my hair doesn't stink like cigarettes when I get home. Since it is full nude, they don't serve alcohol, which is great because now I don't have to worry about becoming an alcoholic. Drinking three times a week got me into a little habit that I never asked for.
The only thing I will miss from the titty bar is the spinning pole. This pole I'm working now doesn't spin and I can't spin for days like I used to. So now it is time for me to learn new tricks. I was surprised I could still do some cool moves even though I'm not getting dizzy. I'll miss it for sure, but not enough for me to go back to that fucking whorehouse.
Goodbye shit show. I'm working at a real club now.
I'm not quite there yet but I know I won't be homeless. Rent was due today but I have until the third to pay it. At this rate I will have some to spare after work tomorrow.
Working nude doesn't feel any different than topless. There is no smoking in this place, which I find surprising. But it's great because my hair doesn't stink like cigarettes when I get home. Since it is full nude, they don't serve alcohol, which is great because now I don't have to worry about becoming an alcoholic. Drinking three times a week got me into a little habit that I never asked for.
The only thing I will miss from the titty bar is the spinning pole. This pole I'm working now doesn't spin and I can't spin for days like I used to. So now it is time for me to learn new tricks. I was surprised I could still do some cool moves even though I'm not getting dizzy. I'll miss it for sure, but not enough for me to go back to that fucking whorehouse.
Goodbye shit show. I'm working at a real club now.
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