Stomp

I worked Easter Sunday and it was pretty good. Not as great as Easters passed, but decent enough.

We barely had any girls, in fact, when I got there I was the only girl on night shift, and we had two 4:00 to 12:00 girls. Eventually, more girls showed up; I think we had ~20 by the end of the night.

When I went on my first stage set this table of Dubai(n) guys kept coming up and tipping me. They were tipping me big money, all 10s and 20s. I think I made ~$100 off them at that stage alone. I went over there to thank them and see what they wanted, and ended up doing a few dances for them. I think they gave me a 100 dollar bill, so that was $200 in the first hour of work. They were really grabby though. I've been tolerating a bit more grabbiness than normal lately...I think it's because I'm not as skinny as I'd like, so I don't feel as pretty. Kind of messed up.

Last night was slow slow slow. There were a lot of thunderstorms and tornadoes and such, so not many people went out. I think I actually made the most money of the night because when I went to get my credit card money from the manager, the conversation went like this:

"Looks like you're the big winner tonight."

"What, that can't be right, I'm never the big winner."

"look."

So I looked at the sheet where they keep the money totals for credit card vips, and sure enough I had the highest total! Now, this sounds great, but last night was so bad that the highest total, mine, was only $400. That's one hour of vip. Bleh.

One of my stripper friends called me the other day to tell me about a customer that she got. He was a fetish guy. She gets those all the time, but I never do. Anyways, he was into trampling. Trampling involves the girl stomping all over the guy, with stilettos on and everything. He also liked to be spanked, and ridden around like a pony.

I wish I could get customers like that; all mine just want to grope/try to kiss me.

You must hate men

I get the question "So working here must make you hate men?" a lot.

First off, I think it's interesting that the people asking think that men's behavior is so abhorrent and disgusting in the strip club that it would incite hatred in me. Tells me a lot about what certain men think of their own kind.

Secondly, no, I don't hate men. I go through periods of disliking men, mostly specific ones, but I think most people who have been hurt or pissed off by the opposite sex go through these periods.

How can I hate men? How can I hate anyone who on a routine basis gives me so much money?! Sure, I think a lot of men have issues. Maybe not even issues as much as differences that are manifested in behaviors that tend to be offensive.

Yes, sometimes I'm saddened at how men see women-but as an ardent supporter of the 'we're all just trying to reproduce' theory, men's behaviors make perfect sense. Is it hurtful to be constantly objectified, both inside and outside of work? I suppose, but certainly not hate worthy.

That said, thanks to men and their objectifying ways, I made lots of money last night!

The weekend of a drunk

Let's see...

Woke up Friday morning and had champagne for breakfast. I went to class, took my quiz and then met up with a friend for lunch and some beers. Met up with another friend afterwards to go shopping for work stuff, and then we stopped at a cute little bar for dinner and more drinks.

We decided to check out a house party that her friend was throwing, and drank another bottle of champagne. The party was boring, so we went back to her place and played DDR; of course we were drinking more (champagne!) while playing.

Later that night we decided to meet up with more friends of mine at a college bar/pizza place we go to a lot. Ended up seeing ga tech kid there and yelling at him for being annoying. More shots were had. Crashed a my friends' place.

Woke up the next morning and went to get brunch at a mexican place. We ordered two pitchers of margaritas. Drove home (probably a bit too buzzed, but my breathalyzer put me at exactly a .08.), and got ready for work.

Got to work and did maybe around 6 shots throughout the night. I ended up blowing a .22 at the end of the night, but didn't feel overly drunk. I think because I had been drinking all day, as well as the previous day, my bac was super high. Got home and drank another half bottle of champagne and passed out.

I decided to breathalzye the next morning when I woke up, and blew a .09. After an entire night of sleeping...

Of course it was now Sunday funday and we had a festival to go to, so I drove over to my friends' place. We drank greyhounds and got a ride to the festival. Of course it was a beer festival, so we had some beers...and some shots. One of my friends passed out on the lawn so I slept there with her for an hour or so until she woke up (stopped being unconscious). After we left the festival we went home for about an hour, so she could sober up a bit. Then we hit up a mexican place for a pitcher of margaritas.

I made it home last night, which was harrowing because one of my headlights is out. I made sure that I was way under the legal limit before I left because I certainly didn't need to get stopped for having an out headlight and have the officer realize that I'm drunk. Luckily I made it home without trouble.

I woke up this morning with a sore neck (not throat), and a cough. The cough had blood in it, which was a bit disconcerting, but I decided to ignore it because I don't feel like dealing with that sort of thing right now.

I'm on a serious diet this week.

Work saturday wasn't as great as I had hoped because my customer who spent $800 on me last week only gave me ~$250. I also have these crazy looking scratches/cuts on my leg because I was playing with my knife when I was drunk, and didn't realize it was actually breaking the skin until I looked down at my thigh an hour later. Now I look like some sort of weirdo.

I was supposed to go in tonight, but decided I needed a day to detox, plus I haven't gotten my headlight replaced yet.

You should have...

Monday and Wednesday were both quite slow.

Apparently little asian man came in on sunday to celebrate his birthday, and got $10,000 in funny money...Of course none of the other girls bothered to call me and let me know this was going on because they're mostly catty bitches. Argh.

Then one of the waitress was all,

"You should have been here last Monday, I had some customers in and some girls made a lot of money." "They were dirty though-all three guys were getting blowjobs, so you probably wouldn't have stayed for very long."

"..."

Sometimes I just don't know what to say.

I'm bored.

question

"If you could ask one question knowing you would receive the correct answer, what question would you ask?"

I have been thinking about this all day.

unremarkable

I'm very drunk...again.

I think i am going to be dating the bouncer soon. I'm such a cliche.

I made a lot of money saturday, but only made 350 tonight.

I heard that little asian man came in last night and spent 10 grand. I am very sad that I did not work last night.

I'm drunk and want to cuddle :(

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I am very drunk. I just took a shower and took the bottle of rum with me in the shower...after work. I had to safe ride it because I was blowing a .15.

I made a little over $900, so I guess I'm not too upset about my drunkness.

I have a new customer that is 'in love' with me. unfortunately he does not yet realize I am able to fake cutesy awkwardness...He will soon figure this out. I am a little fatter than I wish to be, but I have been making a lot of money at work so I guess it's not too bad.

All my friends are dating men, older men, and I feel very left out. Unfortunately I have realized I do prefer the one night stand over any other sexual encounter.

I cannot type anymore because I am so drunk...this is why I like living alone!!!

fucking fuck

I left my goddamn bra at work again and my bottle of champagne and 6 shots of vodka a day diet is starting to show. Fuuuucccckkkk.

A fabulous club and a fabulous life

Back to the world of my strip club. It was nice having almost two weeks off, but I must admit, I kind of miss the club after a while.

Saturday was fine...Nothing eventful really happened. My club has undergone a bunch of renovations lately. First, the club was expanded. Then both bars were ripped out and redone; now they have marble tops and nicer finishings. Then the neon orange plastic palm trees were added; they also light up with chaser lights. All the stages were redone and the lights as well. Saturday night the manager told me that they're putting in new carpet soon. It's nice when your club doesn't look like a shithole, even if it still is.

Sunday night some friends and I went to this mexican restaurant in a very gay section of town. Then we went to the gay club next door. Like I'm sure every woman who's ever been to a gay club before has said, I want to be a gay man. Or even just hang out with gay men. They're all attractive. Nice bodies, stylish clothes, they smell nice. They're friendly and happy and drink a lot. They can dance like nobody's business. Best of all, they aren't trying to sleep with me.

I'm pretty much only going out to gay clubs from now on.