After I had to cancel my Charleston money making extravaganza I was feeling...hopeless. No job, no money, no anything. I continued to flail around pathetically on the webcam sites, making $50 a night if I was lucky.
On one lonely night one of my 3 loyal regulars starts mentioning meeting up with me. He lives only a state away and wanted to come see me when I danced in Charleston but we were both thwarted by the hurricane. He suggests that we meet at a hotel halfway and wants 3 hours of my time. I made it clear to him that it would be private dance only and he doesn't seem to mind.
Obviously meeting up with randoms at hotels is dangerous but I had a good feeling about this guy and I wasn't in the financial position to turn such an offer down. We arrange the meeting and it's set. I leave 30 minutes after my boyfriend goes to work and return before 11:00 pm $1,300 richer. He was just as tame as I expected him to be - mostly a needy emotional mess (some how my specialty even though I'm ill-equipped to deal with those).
Of course it is only a momentary fix - fuck, I used to make more than that in a week and it was nothing. Still, it will get us through the month and has alleviated my anxiety for a few days. I passed the first stage of my Wednesday interview and have to go in tomorrow for stage 2. This will be take...4 (?) at attempting a normal job. I was supposed to cam tonight but just didn't feel up to it.
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Back at it...well, trying
So I've held some legit jobs and all that jazz but life happens and I happen to be BROKE. I had the marvelous idea that I would go back to stripping - not just stripping in my boring home town, but stripping in a city a few states away! Because that's guaranteed to be profitable and awesome. So I had everything set, bags packed, hotel booked, snacks bought (important), gas tank filled...and then at the last minute I decided to check the weather. It was mostly to make sure the clothes I packed would be temperature appropriate, but I soon found out that there was a fucking hurricane on track to hit the city and it was being evacuated the day I was set to arrive. Shit. Fuck. Luckily I was able to cancel my hotel reservation but my "make enough money to pay the bills this month" plan was ruined.
I have a job interview Wednesday of next week so hopefully that goes well but I'm so far behind now I feel like stripping is the only way I can catch up financially. I have been doing the webcam shit on and off for the last few months but it sucks. A bunch of teenage boys who spend all day online and only like 18 year old girls who wear cat ears and love pokemon.
I'm still with knuckles but I think his patience wears thin and I am sick of having to arrange my behavior around him.
Not sure what to do at this point but I'm sure I'll figure something out.
Cheers!
I have a job interview Wednesday of next week so hopefully that goes well but I'm so far behind now I feel like stripping is the only way I can catch up financially. I have been doing the webcam shit on and off for the last few months but it sucks. A bunch of teenage boys who spend all day online and only like 18 year old girls who wear cat ears and love pokemon.
I'm still with knuckles but I think his patience wears thin and I am sick of having to arrange my behavior around him.
Not sure what to do at this point but I'm sure I'll figure something out.
Cheers!
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Adult life
I've had a lot of dreams about being back at the club lately. I've been working an office job for the last 6 months. It's a real "adult" job - I wear professional clothes, park in a parking garage and work in an office in a high rise building in the city. I have a desk and go to conferences and turn in expense reports at the end of the month. I hate it. Every Sunday evening the dread sets in, though by Monday morning it's turned to resignation and boredom. I suppose this is how most adults feel. I can't pretend that I was happy as a stripper...I mean, at first I was but the shelf life is short for that job and by the end I was somewhat of a mess. I'm still living with knuckles - we're attempting to buy a house early next year. We both work decent jobs, yet our income is less than anything I've ever had to deal with. The realization that I can't just go to work and have $700 cash the next day is a tough one.
The day before I had my interview with my current job I got a call from an unknown number. I was actually shopping for some professional outfits when I feel my phone vibrating in my purse. I look at the number and it's a local one, but it doesn't ring a bell. I answer, expecting it to be someone from one of the many jobs I had applied for. Instead the person on the other lines greets me using my stripper name - "uhh hey, who is this," I stutter. It was someone from my old club - he's opening a club that happens to be near where I live now, though he doesn't know this. He asks if I'm still working at the old club and I tell him no. He says he'd love for me to work at his club and tells me a bit about it. He says he'll pay my license fee and that the grand opening is this Saturday. I tell him I might take him up on his offer and ask who I should ask for if I go to apply. The next day I get my current job and I never show up to the grand opening of the club. I do pass their billboard on my commute home.
The day before I had my interview with my current job I got a call from an unknown number. I was actually shopping for some professional outfits when I feel my phone vibrating in my purse. I look at the number and it's a local one, but it doesn't ring a bell. I answer, expecting it to be someone from one of the many jobs I had applied for. Instead the person on the other lines greets me using my stripper name - "uhh hey, who is this," I stutter. It was someone from my old club - he's opening a club that happens to be near where I live now, though he doesn't know this. He asks if I'm still working at the old club and I tell him no. He says he'd love for me to work at his club and tells me a bit about it. He says he'll pay my license fee and that the grand opening is this Saturday. I tell him I might take him up on his offer and ask who I should ask for if I go to apply. The next day I get my current job and I never show up to the grand opening of the club. I do pass their billboard on my commute home.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Sneaky theif
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.
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.
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.
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