It's been a while. I'm still working at the club. Well, if you consider on day a week working. Luckily I've been making $700-$800 when I do go in...but as a weekly salary that's not very impressive.
Still working on my business. It's taking a while to get my inventory, but it will get there.
Work has been somewhat non-eventful lately. A few regulars have popped up here and there, but it's mostly new customers. When I worked this past Friday my first vip ended up stealing my thong and my plastic-framed glasses. He approached me while I was at the bar enjoying my first libation of the night. He was Mexican (first red flag), and immediately asked me about vip. When I say asked me about vip, I mean he asked me the price, which I promptly told him was $200/half hr. Without hesitation he said "let's go", and though I know from experience that these 'off the whim' vips tend to end poorly, I was in no position to disagree as I really need the money. Shortly after we get back there I can tell he had higher vip expectations. Well, he should have been more thorough in his vip questioning. Maybe 12 minutes into our session he mutters something incomprehensible to me ( I believe pertaining to his disappointment), and walks out. I start getting dressed, and as I'm searching for my break-aways (thong), I realize they're gone. I notify the bouncer, but the thief is long gone at this point. Immediately after getting over the loss of my underwear, I then notice my glasses (plastic lens-free ones) are also missing. Little, and I mean this motherfucker was short, stole my thong and my glasses. I mean, the thong was $8, and the glasses were a prop for my outfit of the night...but seriously. You didn't get your way so you're going to throw a hissy fit by stealing my shit.
I ended up going home with $785 dollars, so my missing garments were no big deal...but still. I hope he's making good use of his stolen goods.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Routine
It's been a while...I don't really work very often, maybe once or twice a week - if that. I'm in the process of starting my own business (yay), and I'm just not in 'work mode'.
The last work night of note I remember was a few weeks ago. I was bugging the bouncer about wealthy customers and he finally threw me a bone and introduced me to a young dude and his friends who I guess comes in often. He told me he just wants a girl to party and get drunk with him, and what do you know, that's my m.o. We go to the upstairs vip - the drug room - and almost immediately there's a line of coke in front of me. I snort without hesitation; it has been a while. The waitress comes in and shares a few lines. Somehow we end up talking about his ex girlfriend who used to work there and the whole 3 hours is a blue. I leave $900 richer ( I only charged $300/hr considering how generous and easy it was).
I call knuckles to pick me up. He does. He's mad. As usual. We're still living together - four months strong - we'll see.
The last work night of note I remember was a few weeks ago. I was bugging the bouncer about wealthy customers and he finally threw me a bone and introduced me to a young dude and his friends who I guess comes in often. He told me he just wants a girl to party and get drunk with him, and what do you know, that's my m.o. We go to the upstairs vip - the drug room - and almost immediately there's a line of coke in front of me. I snort without hesitation; it has been a while. The waitress comes in and shares a few lines. Somehow we end up talking about his ex girlfriend who used to work there and the whole 3 hours is a blue. I leave $900 richer ( I only charged $300/hr considering how generous and easy it was).
I call knuckles to pick me up. He does. He's mad. As usual. We're still living together - four months strong - we'll see.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
familiar
It's been a while, but my life is pretty uneventful as of late.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Back to the Grind
Worked Wednesday, yesterday, and will be working tonight. My life is completely identical as it was 4 years ago, except for my ga tech diploma sitting on my dresser still in its cardboard tube.
Wednesday was decent, has a vip at the very end of the night with one of my old customers from back in the day. Last night was horrible. I got demoralized very early on in the night and never recovered. I definitely spent more than 1/2 my work hours in the dressing room playing phone games. I blew .00 on the breathalyzer both nights. Reminds me of my early stripping days where I was actually nicknamed double zero by the house mom because that's what I always blew. I'm thinking (hoping) tonight will be good. I think I have a customer who does 1 hr vips coming in; I really need that to pan out!
The club is the same but different. The girls are...not as pretty as I remember. The hiring standards seem to have fallen. Most people would think this would be a good thing for...less trashy looking strippers...but unfortunately with the trash-tastic look also comes more raunchy behavior. It's hard to convince a guy to get a second dance from you when there's some girl doing a solid 3 minutes of dick bouncing within his field of vision. Plus I'm just not back in my stripper groove yet. I still have approach anxiety - but that will disappear with more hours logged in the club.
Knuckles is dealing alright so far, but I can tell it is only a matter of time before things come to a head. One thing I learned from my time with the Mexican is that quitting my job will not ensure a functional (monogamous) relationship, and will lead to heavy drinking and depression.
I'm attending a festival on Saturday; the same festival that ended in me being strapped to a gurney and hospitalized a few years ago. Definitely not going down that road again. I actually haven't had a drink since last Saturday come to think of it.
Wednesday was decent, has a vip at the very end of the night with one of my old customers from back in the day. Last night was horrible. I got demoralized very early on in the night and never recovered. I definitely spent more than 1/2 my work hours in the dressing room playing phone games. I blew .00 on the breathalyzer both nights. Reminds me of my early stripping days where I was actually nicknamed double zero by the house mom because that's what I always blew. I'm thinking (hoping) tonight will be good. I think I have a customer who does 1 hr vips coming in; I really need that to pan out!
The club is the same but different. The girls are...not as pretty as I remember. The hiring standards seem to have fallen. Most people would think this would be a good thing for...less trashy looking strippers...but unfortunately with the trash-tastic look also comes more raunchy behavior. It's hard to convince a guy to get a second dance from you when there's some girl doing a solid 3 minutes of dick bouncing within his field of vision. Plus I'm just not back in my stripper groove yet. I still have approach anxiety - but that will disappear with more hours logged in the club.
Knuckles is dealing alright so far, but I can tell it is only a matter of time before things come to a head. One thing I learned from my time with the Mexican is that quitting my job will not ensure a functional (monogamous) relationship, and will lead to heavy drinking and depression.
I'm attending a festival on Saturday; the same festival that ended in me being strapped to a gurney and hospitalized a few years ago. Definitely not going down that road again. I actually haven't had a drink since last Saturday come to think of it.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
White Valentine's
So I worked last night- Valentine's day of course.
Things are still going strong with knuckles, but he had to work today due to all the snow/ice that's been hanging around. When I got home from work last night he had completely decorated my whole apartment for Valentine's day. Balloons, streamers, fiber optic light thingies - it was cheesy but cute.
The Mexican texted me yesterday to ask what I was doing that night...Um. We do talk quite a bit. I can't explain our weird bond. I'm pretty sure it's predicated on our lack of good decision making and need for instant gratification. He will invite me over and then as the evening progresses and he becomes more inebriated his text messages become more sad and convoluted. I hope he figures things out.
Work was...well how it always is I guess. I didn't make much money; $300 to be exact. We had far more girls than we usually have on Valentine's day and a typical, but vastly smaller, Friday crowd.
The highlight, and by highlight I mean most rage inducing moment, of my night was when a little Colombian man grabbed my hand and shoved a baggie of coke in it. Just put it right in there. Didn't ask if I wanted to 'party' or make any inquiries as to my drug proclivities...I guess his thought process was 'stripper---->likes coke'. Normally I would have welcomed a little pick me up on a slow Friday, but his manner of bestowing his drugs on me pissed me off and I pretended to stick the baggie in my bra while actually dropping it on the floor.
Of course I drank too much and blew a .16 which necessitated a cab ride home further depleting my meager earnings. If I hadn't been late (late fine!), and hadn't been a drunk (cab fare!) I would have probably gone home with ~$400 which in these times of financial stress would have satisfied me.
I did contact some of my old regulars, and while none of them could make it in last night, they will be paying me visits in the future so at least I can count of some money in the upcoming days.
I can't wait for Hawaii!
Things are still going strong with knuckles, but he had to work today due to all the snow/ice that's been hanging around. When I got home from work last night he had completely decorated my whole apartment for Valentine's day. Balloons, streamers, fiber optic light thingies - it was cheesy but cute.
The Mexican texted me yesterday to ask what I was doing that night...Um. We do talk quite a bit. I can't explain our weird bond. I'm pretty sure it's predicated on our lack of good decision making and need for instant gratification. He will invite me over and then as the evening progresses and he becomes more inebriated his text messages become more sad and convoluted. I hope he figures things out.
Work was...well how it always is I guess. I didn't make much money; $300 to be exact. We had far more girls than we usually have on Valentine's day and a typical, but vastly smaller, Friday crowd.
The highlight, and by highlight I mean most rage inducing moment, of my night was when a little Colombian man grabbed my hand and shoved a baggie of coke in it. Just put it right in there. Didn't ask if I wanted to 'party' or make any inquiries as to my drug proclivities...I guess his thought process was 'stripper---->likes coke'. Normally I would have welcomed a little pick me up on a slow Friday, but his manner of bestowing his drugs on me pissed me off and I pretended to stick the baggie in my bra while actually dropping it on the floor.
Of course I drank too much and blew a .16 which necessitated a cab ride home further depleting my meager earnings. If I hadn't been late (late fine!), and hadn't been a drunk (cab fare!) I would have probably gone home with ~$400 which in these times of financial stress would have satisfied me.
I did contact some of my old regulars, and while none of them could make it in last night, they will be paying me visits in the future so at least I can count of some money in the upcoming days.
I can't wait for Hawaii!
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Back to reality
I bit the bullet and got my job back at the club tonight. It was out of necessity; I am hemorrhaging money. I start back Friday. Apparently Fridays are now theme nights and this Friday's theme is Egyptian (blue & gold). The house mom said I could basically just do my eyes in blue and gold and that would count. I saw my favorite bouncer when I stopped in tonight; I was so worried I'd be embarrassed to resort back to stripping but no one seemed disappointed or judgmental.
I'm not sure how knuckles is going to handle it. I've informed him and he seems to be justifiably concerned/bothered, but it's not a deal-breaker so far. We'll see what happens when I get back into the full swing of things.
One of the main reasons I returned is that I'm moving to Hawaii in June (with knuckles if things don't go sour). Hawaii is expensive and I doubt I'll have a job set up there when I move. I do actually have another job at the moment, but it's only part time and I'm making $400-$600/month, so basically restaurant and bar money.
I'm excited to work again for entertainment reasons mostly. We'll see.
I'm not sure how knuckles is going to handle it. I've informed him and he seems to be justifiably concerned/bothered, but it's not a deal-breaker so far. We'll see what happens when I get back into the full swing of things.
One of the main reasons I returned is that I'm moving to Hawaii in June (with knuckles if things don't go sour). Hawaii is expensive and I doubt I'll have a job set up there when I move. I do actually have another job at the moment, but it's only part time and I'm making $400-$600/month, so basically restaurant and bar money.
I'm excited to work again for entertainment reasons mostly. We'll see.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Things that start fast end fast...
I still feel numb. I stopped taking the medication - I wasn't noticing much of a difference and I wanted to enjoy food again. I'm not unhappy; I just feel blank. Well except when I'm drinking, which hasn't been often lately.
I'm still dating knuckles. Things are moving kind of fast but it doesn't bother me. I guess because I'm not emotionally attached I don't have the fear of losing him that would normally make people hesitate to move quickly. He's very nice to me. Almost too nice - makes me suspicious. Maybe I'm just so used to being ignored or treated not that well that this seems less genuine. I do hope I grow to like him. I spent the weekend at his place and met his brother and his brother's wife. I got drunk with his brother's wife on Saturday night and things were fun and going well until the very end of the night when I started to be mean to him. I think this drunken meaness is a learned response from when I was with the Mexican. Since every other night ended in him yelling at me for various reasons (mostly my job) I learned to start being mean back. Now I just go into attack mode when I'm around a guy I'm sleeping with. I only become a mean drunk around guys I'm sleeping with; I'm all laughs and smiles when I'm drunk around my girl friends.
Not only was I being a massive bitch Saturday night, but the Mexican decided to blow up my phone with what I assume were drunken texts and calls. Of course knuckles was a little annoyed by this (I would have been too), but there wasn't much I could do other than ignore them. Here is the string of texts I received:
Mexican: What you doin?
Mexican: Come here
Mexican: Hello???
Mexican: SociopathicStripper!!!!
Me: Are you drunk? (note this is the only response I gave)
Mexican: No I'm babysitting
Mexican: Come over
Mexican: You coming???
Mexican: Hello?
Mexican: Welp. Seeya later
Mexican: Jerk, where are you? Let's make love maybe?!?!?!
Mexican: Never mind good night
Mexican: Are you awake? Just tell me
Mexican: SOCIOPATHICSTRIPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mexican: Dude are you awake? why won't you talk to me?
Mexican: There is something I have to tell you?
Mexican: Are you coming over, I'm going to bed if your not, let me know ma
Mexican: Just say yes or no babe, I've been waiting
Mexican: I know your up, why wont you talk to me? I miss you
Mexican: Welp. Seeya later.
And then there were phone calls and a voicemail which I still haven't listened to. I know it will either piss me off or make me sad and I don't feel like having either of those emotions at the moment. I don't know what's going on in his head. I'm guessing he saw that I started dating someone on facebook somehow (we're not facebook friends) and that's what triggered that little episode. I do miss him for some odd reason. I actually hold off on crying after having sex with knuckles on Sunday because I felt guilty for still having feelings for the Mexican. I'm still hoping I will start to become more attached to knuckles; I remember not really liking the Mexican for the first few months too. It takes me a while to warm up to people.
I think I got a part time job as a math tutor. I think I'll like it - I love teaching people and I love math.
I'm still dating knuckles. Things are moving kind of fast but it doesn't bother me. I guess because I'm not emotionally attached I don't have the fear of losing him that would normally make people hesitate to move quickly. He's very nice to me. Almost too nice - makes me suspicious. Maybe I'm just so used to being ignored or treated not that well that this seems less genuine. I do hope I grow to like him. I spent the weekend at his place and met his brother and his brother's wife. I got drunk with his brother's wife on Saturday night and things were fun and going well until the very end of the night when I started to be mean to him. I think this drunken meaness is a learned response from when I was with the Mexican. Since every other night ended in him yelling at me for various reasons (mostly my job) I learned to start being mean back. Now I just go into attack mode when I'm around a guy I'm sleeping with. I only become a mean drunk around guys I'm sleeping with; I'm all laughs and smiles when I'm drunk around my girl friends.
Not only was I being a massive bitch Saturday night, but the Mexican decided to blow up my phone with what I assume were drunken texts and calls. Of course knuckles was a little annoyed by this (I would have been too), but there wasn't much I could do other than ignore them. Here is the string of texts I received:
Mexican: What you doin?
Mexican: Come here
Mexican: Hello???
Mexican: SociopathicStripper!!!!
Me: Are you drunk? (note this is the only response I gave)
Mexican: No I'm babysitting
Mexican: Come over
Mexican: You coming???
Mexican: Hello?
Mexican: Welp. Seeya later
Mexican: Jerk, where are you? Let's make love maybe?!?!?!
Mexican: Never mind good night
Mexican: Are you awake? Just tell me
Mexican: SOCIOPATHICSTRIPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mexican: Dude are you awake? why won't you talk to me?
Mexican: There is something I have to tell you?
Mexican: Are you coming over, I'm going to bed if your not, let me know ma
Mexican: Just say yes or no babe, I've been waiting
Mexican: I know your up, why wont you talk to me? I miss you
Mexican: Welp. Seeya later.
And then there were phone calls and a voicemail which I still haven't listened to. I know it will either piss me off or make me sad and I don't feel like having either of those emotions at the moment. I don't know what's going on in his head. I'm guessing he saw that I started dating someone on facebook somehow (we're not facebook friends) and that's what triggered that little episode. I do miss him for some odd reason. I actually hold off on crying after having sex with knuckles on Sunday because I felt guilty for still having feelings for the Mexican. I'm still hoping I will start to become more attached to knuckles; I remember not really liking the Mexican for the first few months too. It takes me a while to warm up to people.
I think I got a part time job as a math tutor. I think I'll like it - I love teaching people and I love math.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)