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SeppeSai
02-27-2005, 09:06 PM
Speaking of avatars, are those your legs, Susan? Inquiring minds want to know. ;)
Susan Wayward
02-27-2005, 09:20 PM
Yeah, they are from a photo set I need to put on my site . . . which really needs an overhaul right now . . . you think I'm going to spread someone else's legs? ;)
I don't have a lot to report but this was pretty funny; the first night I worked in Columbus was all right, but a little slow. Around midnight a group of semi-suits came in and piled a bunch of club cash on their table. I made an attempt with two of them but wasn't successful, and that money seemed to just sit there, so I wrote them off. Around one o'clock the manager told me to give them another shot--"They want to take four girls up to the skybox for the last hour of the night," he said. Oh, all right, I thought, it never hurts to ask. So I went up to one who I hadn't tried before, a guy with a shaved head. Here was my pitch:
"Hey, do women ask to touch your head a lot?"
"Sometimes. You can if you want to."
"I might. But I have a theory about why women like to touch bald heads; they're reminded of penises."
"So I'm like a dickhead, huh?"
"Oh, I didn't say that . . . "
"I've got one!" he says. They pick out three other girls and we head upstairs. That 30 seconds was probably the quickest I've made $400 ever. The room itself was really easy since there were so many of us in there-his entire group and their girls, too, so we just hung out naked for an hour.
This club, by the way, is cool as hell, and now I am kind of sad that I will be in TX for a month before I can work there again. Oh well, it will be fun to hit a few old haunts in ATX again. And I cannot wait to eat some migas.
IACali
02-28-2005, 09:42 AM
Which avator do you want? My original one with my tits, or my photo-shopped eyes, or.... aw hell, go to the gallery and post your request. ;)
love
cali
DeepGreen
02-28-2005, 06:43 PM
Which avator do you want? My original one with my tits, or my photo-shopped eyes, or.... aw hell, go to the gallery and post your request. ;)
love
cali
I liked the cute one you had just a bit ago...I always thought of it as like a cute "little red stripper hood" picture. I didn't see it in the gallery :'(
Moneywise
02-28-2005, 07:36 PM
Cali,
I actually never really noticed your avatar. I've always been so caught up in absorbing those juicy NATOs. :)
SportsWriter2
02-28-2005, 08:09 PM
For Katrine, Cali and all, our motto should be
"What happens in Blue, stays in Blue."
Cali, I liked the Little Red Riding Hood look. :)
Nicolina
03-06-2005, 10:56 PM
I like the blue side :). I may have to go back to work just so I can post my own NATO reports.....
Nicolina
03-08-2005, 02:19 AM
It's tempting, JZ...it's very tempting. It could happen...I'll let you know ;)
('Course i could always use a club-hopping buddy; i don't have one of those at the moment...)
Katrine
03-10-2005, 08:22 PM
Wednesday, March 9. Perfect10, Austin.
I decided to do a dayshift again. Wed is $1.99 steak so lots of business guys come in for what I affectionately call the "Steak N Ass" special. I wanted to be in by 11 and get the cheap housefee but only managed to roll in at 12:30.
The day DJ is great, we hugged and chatted briefly. Then he introduced me to the new day manager, who was up here from Sugars working. Scott, the usual day manager, is now working nights, which is great. Our management is the best! Sadly, they switched the rotation for a very sad reason, which isn't cool to discuss on here.
As soon as I was introduced, the manager said, "So you're THE Anna, I have guys come in EVERYDAY asking for you!" Whoa, WTF. :eye-poppi I have been posting the day I am going to work on my signature on aspd. So all of these aspd guys have been coming in with hopes that I might be working.
A waitress walks by and manager says, "hey, where is that guy looking for Anna?" She points me to the back corner. Of course an aspd guy would be sitting in that corner behind the DJ booth, they have been instructed to do so by the aspd gods, and follow their advice verbatum!
I usually take the guys to one of the back corners to dance anyway, hehehehehe}:D. The aspd'er was very cool. I have found that every aspd guy I've met has been great, not representitive of those bottom feeders in Houston at all. :yuck:
It was 2-4-1 dance time and today EVERYONE remembered so I wasn't able to extract the $20 per dance that I usually can attain. But it was ridiculously easy to sell so I wasn't complaining.
Onstage I was tipped by a guy who looked really familiar. I thought I knew him from the club. Suddenly, I realized that I know this guy and his wife. I was at their house for a party on New Years Y2K. He is a good friend of a former colleauge of mine in the tech industry. Hell, I've helped his wife cook during a superbowl party! Good, he didn't recognize me. Then, on my last stage in the back he tipped me again and asked if I would dance for him when I was done. Shit!:shhh:
I gave him 4 dances. He said that I did look familiar. Oh no! But then he added that I must have danced for him before at the club. Relief! When I was leaving I wanted sooooo badly to say "tell Jxxxx I said hi" but maintained professionalism. He was a good customer, not grabby or anything.
I wish I could say the same about my next customers. A business owner and his young innocent employee commissioned some dances from me. The young'un had never been to the club before and sat still with his hands firmly held on the armrests like a good boy. Then his boss got a couple of dances from me and began to squeeze and knead my breasts like he was milking cow udders. :cow:It really hurt. Luckily he only got two dances from me because I was about to tell him no more. He had already made it clear that he only got dances from girls he could touch. Then he informed his protegee that he could touch me, and sent him back over to my parlour in the corner.
Young grasshopper then touched, but only gently. This time he got multiple dances though. 8)
Let's see, another customer recognized me from my aspd posts. He was giving me $20's to hang out and chat, so that was cool. I got $140 from another customer and he was probably my biggest sale of that day.
As much as I usually love stage, I really hated it today. The crowd had the energy of a dead fish, and good energy is very important to how good my stage is. As an improvisational dancer, I feed off of a live enthusiastic audience, both as a stripper and a bellydancer. Since our stages are setup so that no one really sits at the tip rail, its hard for me to get someone to take the 3 seconds to actually stand up and walk up to me. Once the first person gets up though, others follow. At least I made money at every stage, most girls weren't getting squat. Towards the end, on second stage, this group of young rowdy Mexicans were being rude and obnoxious with their comments, but not tipping. I told them if they didn't come up and tip me, they weren't going to see anymore. I sat down and put my arms around my chest, covering everything. Suddenly, they became totally quiet and turned to face the first stage which was still pretty far away.
They still didn't tip but it was obvious they were embarresed as I killed their desire to catcall. Then an earlier customer came up to me and gave me a $20 tip. I gave him a great mini-dance and a couple of well placed middle fingers to the scrubs. :finger:When I was checking out, manager and DJ BOTH told me how those guys were pissing them off the way they were treating me and were about to kick them out when they quickly left. Hahaha, don't fuck with the kittykat, bitches!:toldoff:
Then I got a big bloody steak, ate it and went home.
EBT: about $460, below average. I guess it was all of those $10 dances........
Nicolina
03-13-2005, 06:29 PM
Question for the SCJs: are you only interested in current NATO reports? Any objections to an outdated one from The Old Days every now and then?
We want your vintage NATO reports! Now!!!
- JZ
(Sorry, guys - it happens that she likes this.)
Moneywise
03-13-2005, 06:37 PM
I'm interested in any and all NATOs.... even the vintage ones. ;)
Richard_Head
03-13-2005, 07:07 PM
I'm interested in any and all NATOs.... even the vintage ones. ;)Ditto!
SportsWriter2
03-14-2005, 02:12 AM
Question for the SCJs: are you only interested in current NATO reports? Any objections to an outdated one from The Old Days every now and then?
A guy recently posted a current TR about a dancer. I did a vintage report on the same dancer when she had natural boobs. Vintage is good. :)
aggieed
03-14-2005, 09:27 AM
I have found that every aspd guy I've met has been great, not representitive of those bottom feeders in Houston at all.
Not all that surprising. ASPD obviously has a bad rep over here primarily for some of the things that have been written in the Houston SC section over there. However, most of the guys, especially in Austin and San Antonio are pretty nice guys. I'm sure Taylor would say the same thing since she's met a great deal of guys from there as well.
Keeping in mind that ASPD's primary purpose deals with more conventional prostitution with the strip clubs only being a tiny percentage of that, most of the guys in Austin ASPD fall into the following categories:
1. Guys who don't care about strip clubs. They think it's a waste of money since they could just easily pick up the phone and call their favorite indy or agency gal, or visit an RMT.
2. Guys much like the ones on this site that primarily go to a strip club to drink a cold one and spend some time with a beautiful girl on their lap spending whatever they want. They're not necessarily interested in extras, but they won't turn them down if offered.
3. Guys in #2 above who really want to get extras but really have no idea how to go about doing no matter how many threads and posts have been written on the subject. These are the guys who consistently ask others to hold a "seminar" or a "GC 101" as they are called in Houston.
There really aren't too many hardcore SC guys in Austin. I can think of just four off the top of my head (that I trust completely), and maybe three or four more that I've heard about but have never formally met. Out of the six, only one has more than 20 posts over there. The others pretty much keep to themselves...which is probably the smart thing to do in this town. There are probably others around town that either have not heard of ASPD or don't really care about it, but they obviously keep to themselves as well.
Anyway, point is, that it really shouldn't be too surprising that we're all a bunch of nice guys...really. :P
Nicolina
03-14-2005, 02:14 PM
Question for the SCJs: are you only interested in current NATO reports? Any objections to an outdated one from The Old Days every now and then?
We want your vintage NATO reports! Now!!!
- JZ
(Sorry, guys - it happens that she likes this.)
;D You spoil me, JZ. I think you're the one who's being naughty now ;).
OK, guys, I'll see what I can dig up. They might be a little different than the NATOs here because they're coming from journal entries. I've been reading through some of my old notebooks and they are so juicy, but I can't post most of the stuff because much of it deals with someone I was seeing in the club who I wasn't really supposed to be seeing :O . I'll see what I can do, though....Stay tuned....
OK, guys, I'll see what I can dig up. They might be a little different than the NATOs here because they're coming from journal entries. I've been reading through some of my old notebooks and they are so juicy, but I can't post most of the stuff because much of it deals with someone I was seeing in the club who I wasn't really supposed to be seeing :O . I'll see what I can do, though....Stay tuned....
Just sort thru them and post what youre comfortable with. Hell, we won't know if they're oldie moldies or hot off the presses. Nor do we care ;D
FBR
IACali
03-14-2005, 11:00 PM
Well I finally had a good night in Iowa. My best night thus far, in fact. The clubs around here are good for averaging around $250. January was awful, February was better (but we were winding down to the big finish at my now-defunct home club, so we may have pulled in xtra money on that count), and March has been fairly dumpy. That is, until this Saturday.
Arrived at 7:00, had a drink at the bar, at 7:30 went to dressing room to put on make-up. Checked the list and realized that I wouldn't be on stage until after 9. Did my make-up, put on the corset that I'd be wearing for first set, and went back to the bar wearing the corset and my jeans.
Oh, did I mention that my hair's purple now? I'll have to snap a pic and use it for my new avi, since I haven't yet gotten rid of the one you all hate. >:( In any case. Got tired of the blonde upkeep, didn't want to go back red, really didn't want to go natural (mousy brown)[/b], so bought some manic panic "ultra-violet" and went purple. Where my roots were (top two inches) is just very dark brown, but the rest is very, very, very very purple. In the daylight. In flourescent lights it's electric blue, and in the dark bar, it was just brown until I got under the brighter/stage lights.
Back to the story. It was my first shift working purple. I was really interested to see how it would effect my money. I wandered around talking with regulars and friends then finished getting ready. There were 13 girls, three song sets, so a good long time between stage sets.
First set, wore my brand-spanking-new silver corset and t-bar that I bought to show off the purple. 8) Danced to 311, had a good response. I'd tell you what I made that set but I don't remember. I quickly got distracted, and for the rest of the night pretty much just grabbed money out of my garter and stuffed it into my purse without counting.
At this club you have the two songs following your set to continue doing dollar dances around the tip rail. Otherwise, you can't hustle the stage. So while on my tipwalk, an Asian-American (Filipino, I found out later) and I hit it off, and after I freshen up, we hit the private dance area.
......... :)
.......................;D
.....................................:biggrin: :biggrin:
.................................................. ......:goodvibes
And 18 dances later, we take a break. }:D
I'm have a knack for knowing when people are going to rip me off or not, so when a custy and I pause to figure out how long we've been going, I usually say something to the effect of "it was at least 6, bc there's been at least 3 girls up, but honestly, I wasn't paying much attention.... ;) " Even if I know straight up that it was 7 or even 8 songs, I trust my instinct to tell me when I can say 6 and the custy will pay me appropriately anyway. And if we only really did 6, it'll usually get me a nice tip.
But this guy, well, we were back there forever. And I probably actually only danced for like 4 songs. He's a talker, my new guy is. And I really wasn't paying much attention, since we were pretty heavily involved in convo. I didn't want to throw out an insane number like "that'll be $400 please" without being sure of it - guys with money like that are very rare in this area. So I got a nearby bouncer's (one of the ones I have in the palm of my hand thanks to nice tipouts) attention, and he went to the dj booth and counted the girls between me and the girl currently on stage. Yup, 6 girls. 3 song sets, that's 18 songs. $20/pop.
"That'll be $360 please, sir." Ka-ching!!
No, seriously, I'm far too nice for that. One of my (very few :P ) downfalls.
He and I were both talking to the bouncer, so he knew. He was acting a little shocked, but not like I had ripped him off, just that he had lost track. Since I had danced so little and he had gotten me a couple of drinks to boot, I went with my instinct. "Well, Mr. New Guy, I'm not going to charge you $360, that's just ridiculous. We were having far too much fun just talking for me to feel honest doing that. Tell you what, you can give me whatever you think is appropriate."
Toldja I trust my instincts. Some would say I'm an idiot, but it hasn't led me wrong yet.
He gave me $220.
Now before the dancers yell at me for undercutting and the junkies come to my club for a deal, let me explain a little. When I worked at larger, nicer clubs, and custy's with a vast disposable income came in regularly, this wouldn't ever be an issue. They can afford it, they can give it to me. No prob. But here? If a guy comes in and spends everything he has, he won't be back for weeks... months... or ever. I didn't let him off the hook... I was.... erm.... cultivating. yeah, that's it.
Freshened up, ran around, did another set. Mr. New Guy and I talk for a moment, and he asks for more dances. I figure just a couple, bc I prolly cleaned him close to out the first round. I am right, we do three dances, $60. A drink but no tip.
Run around, dance, you know the drill. I don't remember any of it, not bc I was drunk (although I was), but bc when by the end of the night I was high on Mr New Guy. Just wait.
Third stage set. Mr. New Guy beckons me over. I am surprised, I really thought his wallet was surely empty by now. He's spend over $350 on me, between dances, drinks, and stage, and he had looked a little startled at the original $360 dance tab, so that must be close to what he has.
But no. We go back to do more private dances. I ask him near the beginning this time, how long he would like me to spend time with him. He says "I'm good for another $250." I ask if he'd like me to keep track of how many dances we've done, and he says "no, whatever you think is appropriate."
Ka-Motherfucking-Ching. I meant it when I fed him that line, and took it like a champ although I "lost out" on $140. So I, being the extraordinarily honest and upstanding person I am }:D , assume that he means it when he feeds me that line, and will take it like a champ as well.
We do a a grand total of 6 more songs (that's $120 for you third graders out there), during which time he buys me another drink, moves another chair over in front of him for me to sit on, and gives me a foot massage. I think I danced for about a song and a half all together.
We walk together to his table, and I sit with him while he gets out his wallet.
Mr New Guy: here you go, Cali. *hands me two 100s and a fifty*
Me: *fanning them subtly so I can verify them* oh, thanks so much, Mr New Guy. Are you sure? *innocent quizzical look*
Mr New Guy: of course I'm sure! I've had a wonderful time with you tonight.
We then exchanged emails (common and acceptable here) so we can arrange for him to come in and see me again, and I took off to the dressing room.
Fourth and final stage, about 30 min before closing. Mr New Guy comes to my stage. Gives me "his last" $20. ;D
Final take:
Money from Mr New Guy for dances: $550
Other money: $120
DJ Tipout: $45 (I was being cheap)
Bouncers: $15 for one, $10 for the other
Walked with: $600
Cali :headbange
WrenStar
03-15-2005, 12:38 AM
I'm going to park myself right here on this thread and never leave. I really enjoy reading these! ;D
Cali, thanks for the nice NATO. I'm now waiting patiently for Nicolina's vintage reports. Ladies, please keep them coming! ;)
DeepGreen
03-17-2005, 05:56 PM
Awesome NATO Cali... sounds like you really enjoy what you do. That's so great ;D . PS. I love that the old avatar is back...
Excellent NATO, Cali. I love the details ;D I was livin' it with Mr New Guy ;)
FBR
SportsWriter2
03-17-2005, 07:35 PM
Cali, I like you style. You have the touch with guys. And thanks for bringing back the Little Green Riding Hood avatar. :)
IACali
03-18-2005, 04:33 PM
So here I am again. I worked this past Tuesday, but nothing terribly exciting happened - no regulars, just doing the usual light hustle and keeping -eh- okay busy, and drinking too much. Imagine that. Walked with $260 for just the late shift, so I was pleased. I think that business is finally turning around here, winter in Iowa sucks.
I worked a double shift last night, we have to be there at 330 and the stage opens at 4-8 for day shift, 8-bar cl for night shift. I gave my girl S (my costar in the Penthouse HG) a ride up there from our hometown, we arrived a smidgen late but not a big deal. 11 girls on early, that's insane, we usually have 5 or 6, but Thursday earlies are the best of the week and more girls are signing on. S and I get ready slowly, you know:
*have a drink
*put on makeup
*have a drink
*do hair
*have a drink
*pick out music
*have a drink
*get dressed
*have a drink
*trip up the stairs to the stage for your set
I'm just kidding, it wasn't that bad. I had a chili bomb (crown dropped in red bull) upon arrival, added my layers of prettiness, had another chili bomb, got dressed, and wandered around talking to a ton of people. I was the 8th one up out of 11, so had plenty of time.
S has had a regular "Mr. Whipped" for about a year, he's a RIL, he's given her 1c. princess cut diamond earrings, a necklace, a few other pieces of jewelry, he brings her recreational gifts once in a while, and usually gives her 3-400 when he comes to see her. S has never seen him OTC, even just for drinks, she's adamant about keeping it ITC. Unfortunately, Mr Whipped has been making life difficult for her, asking her PL questions like "where are we going with this?" that she can't quite bear to answer with completely blunt honesty in fear that she'll lose her consistent paycheck. Also, Mr Whipped knows nothing about S's fiance (I'm a bridesmaid 8) ), and said fiance does not like Mr Whipped and his expensive gifts very much.
S often has me run interference when both men are at the club (Fiance picks her up towards the end of her shift), talking to fiance so he doesn't have time to dwell on S sitting on Mr Whipped's lap in the corner, or entertaining Mr Whipped with my scintillating conversational skills while she checks in with Fiance.
In any case, at about 5:00, I was having a martini (Ketel One extra dirty) with Mr Whipped, S, and Mr Whipped's friend (we'll call him Mr Wuss). We were chitchatting gaily away, and talked for a bit about how hard it is to ask for dances when you haven't been on stage yet, and Mr Whipped gives me money for one song, tells me to go take Mr Wuss for my first private dance of the night, and we can do as many as we'd like, just let him know afterwards.
Mr Wuss and I do four songs, Mr Whipped pays me $100 ($80 + $20 tip), and I finally go on stage.
It's St Patty's day, so I'm wearing a lime green t-bar underneath all of my outfits, regardless if it matches or not. Most of the night I wear another t-bar over it, and while doing floorwork close to a custy, I'd make eye contact, pull the top tbar off to the side, slide a finger along the edge of the green one, and whisper, "happy st patty's day, baby" or some such SS. Worked great, got tips every time.
That's all I made on early, the $100, and $20 some odd each on both of two stage sets. The thing about any day shift at any club is that money is made via regulars, and you don't make the regulars until you work a bunch of days and don't make any money. I was pleased with my take, but if Mr Whipped hadn't been there, I doubt I would've broken $60 or so.
The rotation changes up with the shift change, and I had about an hour before I had to be on stage again, so I took my break in a car with another dancer. Returned to the club feeling much more energized, and ready to work. Freshened up, went on stage, and for the rest of the night was busy busy busy.
During one of my stage sets during the night, I was working along tiprail, you know how that assembly line goes (although I always try to back up into the middle of the stage and do a move that the whole audience can see at least every four or so dollar dances), and I realized that there were 10 or 12 guys sitting in a row who were all either by themselves or just in a pair. I knew each and every one of them by name, and while they didn't all come to the club specifically to see me, most of them did purposefully come to the stage for my set. So that felt good. I didn't even think about it until one of the club regulars from my defunct-home-club commented on it, saying that I really seem to get to know people and develop genuine friendships with them easily.
And it's totally true, my hustle changed a lot from working the high-end gentleman's club in the big city to working in these small-town neighborhood bars. My hustle is the illusion of no hustle. It's so easy for me to do, because all I'm doing is walking around and talking to interesting people, yk?
I had my usual waiting list for private dances, and the avg throughout the night for the random guys was 2 or 3 songs. My reg Mr. L came in, he isn't very frequent but gives me $100 to pretty much and sit and talk with him for however long I'd like - usually 2-4 songs. I knew Mr. L previously from the Real World, he became my reg after we were friends, so we often have drinks or such, and talk about the kids. I wasn't expecting him at the club last night, so that was a nice bonus.
My Mr. New Guy from Saturday stopped in, he arrived while I was on stage and sat down at the tiprail before even ordering a drink. After my set I went over to say hello, explained that I had to get to Mr L and it would be just a bit. After dancing for Mr L, I returned to Mr New Guy (completely bypassing the four or five unknown custy's waiting in line), but he was deep into conversation with a female regular - they both have the same ethnic heritage and were speaking in tagalog to each other. LOL. I checked in with him, left them to chatter in peace, and blessed a few randoms with my presence for a couple of dances each.
By the time I returned to Mr. New Guy, he was going to need to leave soon and I was on stage in 6 songs. We decided to go for it. He has a foot fetish and so had brought along a little bottle of really nice massage oil. We debated on if we should use it or not due to slipperiness issues for my upcoming stage set. I ended up doing half a song's worth of a dance, then half a song of debating, then 4 songs of foot rubs, then half a song to figure out money, and half a song to book it to the dressing room, rub down with baby wipes, and change my outfit. made it to stage just in time.
towards the end of the night (I know I didn't have to go on stage again), I still had a waiting list, but the room was crowded and I was drunk and had been dipping off to the restroom for some recreation as well, so my concentration wasn't all that. I gave up on keeping track of, hunting down, and rearranging the custys on my list and grabbed this sweet young thing with dark, curly hair, and brooding eyes. I have no idea if he was on my list or not, I remember him tipping me on my previous stage, but don't remember if he wanted a dance.
But I just walked up to him and said, "so, are you ready for your dance?" with my hand held out to him. He took it, and away we went. He kept me back there until the last song of the night, 6 more songs. $120.
All in all, I was very pleased. I tipped my bouncer and my dj out extremely well, spent $35 on an outfit from another girl, $25 towards recreation, and probably $25 on drinks bc I bought shots for a couple of friends.
And I walked with about $500. It was a longer shift, but I'm happy with it, and think I'll start working doubles on Thursdays more often.
thanks for readin'!!
love
cali
p.s. sweet young thing was really, really cute. wonder if he'll come in again next week? }:D
SeppeSai
03-18-2005, 05:05 PM
I'd make eye contact, pull the top tbar off to the side, slide a finger along the edge of the green one, and whisper, "happy st patty's day, baby" or some such SS. Worked great, got tips every time.
:lovestruc
Another great NATO Cali ;D It was all good but I particularly enjoyed the sub-plot involving your friend S, her fiance and Mr Whipped. I'm not sure I completely buy the part about the fiance objecting to the gifts to S. If her fiance strongly objects, why is S continuing to accept the gifts? If acceptance of said gifts is an absolute necessity (to keep Whipped strung along), why flaunt the the gifts to the fiance? Hock the gifts for cash or donate to them to charity or something. Sounds like S might be playing her own multi-level game ;) Or maybe Im just jaded :P
The ex-RIL part of me has a tiny bit of sympathy for Whipped. I can believe that he has no clue about the existence of the fiance but you have to wonder if he really believes S has no OTC man in the wings. In all likelihood he doesnt want to know and hopes its never shoved in his face. As long as its not, he can pretend that he's special to her. If and when the truth becomes undeniable, Whip will be destroyed and assuming he has any ego left, he will bail, probably amidst tons of SC drama.
In your future NATO's, Id love to hear how this sub-plot develops. Seems like things may be near the boiling point. Whipped expecting more and more return from the big bucks hes "investing"...fiance presumably getting pissed about the gifts and perhaps wondering what S may be doing to earn them. And, of course, your efforts as a friend to run interference for her. It's a damn slippery slope but sounds like your managing to maintain some traction ;D You may need to sharpen the cleats a bit as time goes along.
Looking forward to your next report :) You might need to tear a chunk of it off and stick it over in the Drama section ;D
FBR
Casual Observer
03-19-2005, 06:27 PM
S has had a regular "Mr. Whipped" for about a year, he's a RIL, he's given her 1c. princess cut diamond earrings, a necklace, a few other pieces of jewelry, he brings her recreational gifts once in a while, and usually gives her 3-400 when he comes to see her. S has never seen him OTC, even just for drinks, she's adamant about keeping it ITC. Unfortunately, Mr Whipped has been making life difficult for her, asking her PL questions like "where are we going with this?" that she can't quite bear to answer with completely blunt honesty in fear that she'll lose her consistent paycheck.
Whenever I get down on myself for not completely mastering the the hobby, I just have to read something like this to tell me that I've long been ahead of the game and gratefully so.
<S> IACali
mr_punk
03-21-2005, 05:22 PM
S has had a regular "Mr. Whipped" for about a year, he's a RIL, he's given her 1c. princess cut diamond earrings, a necklace, a few other pieces of jewelry, he brings her recreational gifts once in a while, and usually gives her 3-400 when he comes to see her. S has never seen him OTC, even just for drinks, she's adamant about keeping it ITC.LOL...typical. a sc is the only place on earth where men act pussywhipped, but without ever getting the pussy.
I'm not sure I completely buy the part about the fiance objecting to the gifts to S.unless, the guy is a complete suitcase pimp. most stripper's BF will object to the gifts. although, they'll take the cash and spend it happily enough. he knows "Mr. Whipped" isn't just giving those gifts away for without endgame. i'm sure he wondering what she's doing to get those gifts.
If her fiance strongly objects, why is S continuing to accept the gifts?stripper mentality. it's proof of her value. besides, it's not like he's buying it.
If acceptance of said gifts is an absolute necessity (to keep Whipped strung along), why flaunt the the gifts to the fiance? Hock the gifts for cash or donate to them to charity or something. Sounds like S might be playing her own multi-level game Or maybe Im just jadedcharity? hock her jewelry for cash? and do what? split the cash with him? that's her rainy day cash.
IACali
04-03-2005, 04:45 PM
*sigh* oh good lord. Last night was the absolute worst Saturday night in my dancing history.
had scheduled myself for a double but was running a few minutes late so called in to let them know. My mgr tells me that I'm not on the schedule, but that I missed my double scheduled for the night before and I owe them a fine for no call/no show. I spend the drive to the SC arguing with my mgr and convincing him that I really did schedule for Sat, not Friday, and that the dj must've written it down wrong. Finally he relented. What a great way to start my night.
I arrive a little after 3:30, get ready, have a couple drinks, blah blah blah. Early shift is typical - slooooooooooow. Too many girls for a Sat afternoon, 12 of us I think? I made $85 - 7 happy hour price dances at $10/ea, plus stage tips.
I did dance to a new set, I did #2 and 15 off of the Kill Bill 2 soundtrack, wearing a gangsta girl outfit, and it was a lot of fun.
Shortly before shift change, one of the newer girls was being shown how to do some pole work on the second (not open stage) by another more experienced girl. I wandered over to watch and ended up climbing on stage to help. We fucked around on that stage for probably half an hour, until poor Sophie's legs couldn't take any more abuse and we called it quits.
We're allowed to leave the club between our shifts, as long as we're back by our next stage set. My dancer friend S and her fiance had came in to socialize, so we left together during my break and drove around for a bit.
Halfway through the night they open up the second stage, and change the sets from 2 songs to 3 songs. This totally fucks with everyone's flow and we have girls being late for stages or scurrying to get ready all over the place. Irksome. Plus, money at the second stage routinely sucks.
We had FOUR parties up on stage: 1 bachelor, 2 birthdays, and 1 bachelorette. Every girl working is required to go up on the stage with the poor bastard (or bastardette in one case) and we do our thing for one song. Only exception is if you're doing a private dance.
The first party I genuinely was doing a private. The 2nd one was a bday at a table I had been talking to, so I helped out on that one. The 3rd one was the bachelorette party, and I wasn't in the mood for drunk giggling girls, so I hooked my arm around a guy about a third of the way into the song and talked him into rescuing me.
During that 3rd party, I was just talking to the guy in the private dance area bc I didn't charge him for rescuing me. We were talking, and suddenly I actually heard the music that was playing. It was that song that goes "lapdances are better when the stripper is crying....." I was FURIOUS. After I was done in the private area, I went to the dj booth and snapped.
"Hey, Billy, who picked out that song played during the party?"
"Me, why."
"Because I hate it. I never. Never. Want. To. Hear. That. Song. In. Here. Again." *glare* *glide gracefully away*
Not that I think he'll listen to me, or that it's even my place, but it really, really pissed me off. As if guys don't already think that strippers are lower-class, or deserve to be treated poorly, or that they can degrade us. Good christ, just encourage the proliferation of sexist physical and emotional violence, why don't you.
Of course the dj blew me off completely, but I feel like when you have a strong conviction about something, you almost have a moral obligation to speak up about it, yk? So that's what I did. I also didn't tip him at the end of the night, and I told him exactly why, too.
The 4th party was towards the end of the night, and no one had told me about it. I had no idea it was coming up, and my stage set was the next one. So my set-buddy and I are in the dressing room changing outfits. We're both buttass naked when the door to the dressing room goes flying open and the bartender/mgr barges in, screaming at us. "Why the fuck aren't you on stage? There's a party up there, you need to be there now. Now. NOW!!!" I pretty much ignored him and kept going at the same pace. I had my dress I was going to put on sitting in my lap and was digging through my trunk trying to find the matching tbar. I was barefoot. WTF did he want me to do, go out there naked?
Holly, the other girl, started arguing with him, "I'm not dressed, hang on, I'm on stage next, I have to get ready" etc. So he yells at her, "if you'd shut up and stop arguing with me and get dressed already, you'd be OUT THERE already. Get on stage, NOW, or go the fuck home." and storms out of the room, slamming the door.
Holly mutters around and finally leaves the dressing room at almost the end of the song. She didn't really get sent home. ::) I just kept going at my same pace and didn't leave the dressing room until my stage set. He hardly looked at me, I just hid in my corner all crunched over with my head in the trunk, and Holly distracted him so well, I think he forgot all about me.
The other crazy drama that was an underlying current of the whole evening is drug drama. Most of you know that I partake some.... but holy christ, it's gotten out of control in this club. White has always been popular, but clear is quickly gaining momentum, and e has been appearing on shift recently as well. This on top of the insane amount of drinking that happens. I bet (let me see.... *counting the number of girls who I personally know for a fact partake, estimating how much they do, based on what I see in the bathroom and dressing rooms*.....so this is just what I pretty much know, which means that the reality is even higher).. I bet in one weekend night, the street value of the drugs (not alcohol) ingested in this club of 13 dancers is probably upwards of $600. Not that it's all done at the club, but before/during/after shift each night? Oh yeah.
Ok. So that's crazy. I have misbehaved, I have not been as discreet as I should have been a few times. But these past couple of weeks, girls have passed out cold in the bathroom or dressing room. Girls have been carried out like potato sacks by their boyfriends at the end of the night. Girls lay out multiple lines on their tabletop in the dressing room and share with everyone who wants one.
So this week and last, girls have been pulled into the office one by one for a talking to. I actually got pulled in twice /:O (see, I'm honest, I admit that I'm not exactly a good girl!), but by two different mgrs, and the first one pulled me aside as "a favor" instead of as anything official.
The official talking to was fairly standard. I nodded my head alot while he talked, expressed my thanks to him for talking with me directly, said that I respect what he had just told me, and that my future actions would reflect that respect. He never asked me any direct questions, ie if I had ever done anything/do anything in the club, and I certainly never admitted to anything. I didn't even say "I'm sorry". I'm really good at projecting obedience while never incriminating myself. ;D
The club's page on SCL has been filled up with complaints about the girls being all fucked up. Half of them get deleted, but there's still plenty. Our rep is going downhill FAST, and you can FEEL it in the tension in the club.
So there's all that. Then to add to it, to make the girls crazy as well as the mgmt, there's a rumor going around that when one of the girls (a close friend of mine) was pulled into the office, that she turned narc. Ratted out on the girls and on another bar employee who has already been accused of dealing on SCL. And this girl is very popular, she's long-time and well-liked and trusted and yes, she parties a lot, which is why the other girls are scared shitless that the rumor is true. I actually talked to her last night (she wasn't at work) and told her the rumor, so she'll at least be prepared for a chilly welcome from the dancers at her next shift.
As everyone's getting dressed and counting out their money in the dressing room, we're bitching, as we had been alll night, about how it was a horrible night. Well, I figured I had about $200, which BLOWS for a Saturday night double shift, but it had been such a crappy mood night that I didn't really even care. I ended up feeling a HELL of a lot better about it when the other girls spilled what they had made.
In our dressing room (I don't know about the other one), there are a couple who I'm not close to and don't know what they made. I walked with $255. One girl made $210. Another I talked to made $150. And get this. Three poor girls walked with these paltry amounts: $47, $40, $38.
:O :O
Toldja it was the worst Saturday night in history.
And then at the very end of the night, the bar's closed, the last of the stragglers being herded out the door. Our bouncer from the early shift had come back for a couple of drinks, and had apparently had words with a couple of custy's while drinking. So I'm sitting at the bar counting tipouts when we hear a shout, "Hey!! Fight outside!!" and all the guys go running out the door to break it up. A little while later, yup, here comes our early bouncer, his knuckles all bloodied up and lookin a little bruised in the face. I have no idea what it was about, but it just topped off the night nicely, yk?
The night seemed to take forever at the time, but looking back, it flew by in one long series of girls bitching-mgrs yelling-drug whispering-dj bitchiness-tension mounting snapshots. *shaking head* dear lord I hope that next week isn't this bad. but I don't see the mood in the club changing anytime soon - in fact, I bet it gets worse before it gets better. I'm predicting that at least one person gets canned before it's all over. Maybe more.
So there's my (very very long) NATO. love ya boys.
Cali :(
Katrine
04-04-2005, 02:02 AM
Sorry about that Cali. Its the beginning of the month, things will get better within the next few days, spring is here!!!!! *hugs*
SportsWriter2
04-04-2005, 04:40 AM
I hear a lot of nasty fuck rap in clubs now, so I figured, "How bad can this be?" Whoa, it is UGLY: :O
Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean.
Got to nail her back at her trailer. Heh. That rhymes.
I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'.
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'.
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'.
SportsWriter2
04-04-2005, 05:08 AM
The club's page on SCL has been filled up with complaints about the girls being all fucked up. Half of them get deleted, but there's still plenty. Our rep is going downhill FAST, and you can FEEL it in the tension in the club.
Wow, I have never seen a page like that! Drug abuse always scares away guys with serious money, because they're afraid of cocaine rage situations. When the abuse reaches a certain level, any dancer can call another a crackhead and customers will believe it. Your club needs to fire some people.
My favorite club is the cleanest one in the area, and it attracts clean girls who are sick of clubs with crack pipes in the dressing room.
Casual Observer
04-04-2005, 06:19 PM
Thanks, IACali...always good to read your NATOs.
<S> IACali
SeppeSai
04-07-2005, 02:28 PM
Here's a question for our NATO girls.
Have you worked nights where there's a feature dancer doing a show that same night? What happens behind the scenes? I ask because I stopped in at the club by work last night and one of my favorites was pissed off that the feature dancer's posse was acting rude and belligerent. She then related a few dramatic scenes in the back, so I was wondering if you girls have had anything like that happen.
IACali
04-07-2005, 03:34 PM
Ugh. I don't have time to write a NATO from Tuesday night right now, as I'm running late to get ready for tonight's shift as it is. As a brief synopsis, however.....
I decided to go completely clean (and fairly sober) for work Tuesday night, since there's been soooo much drug drama going around and I'm sure someone's gonna be made an example out of, and I don't want it to be me.
I had no idea how used I was to working with pick-me-up's. There are nights when I've done a ridiculous amount of treats, but for the most part, just a quick little trip to the bathroom once in a while will get me through the shift and have me ready for an afterhour party.
Tuesday was horrible. Not a big money night for most of us, but the tension in the club is still sucky, the mgmt are still being assholes, etc. As my friend M said to me at one point, well, of course things are gonna be crazy, we were a club full of addicts and now we're a club full of addicts who can't do any. It's gonna be a yucky couple of weeks until everyone gets their equilibrium back, me thinks.
I drank about my same amount as I do most nights, maybe even a little less, but I'm used to being able to balance out my drunkenness. By the end of the night, a couple of my friends were asking me if I was okay, how much I had had to drink, etc. I truly didn't even think about it, once I did, I realized how much I had been depending on my "usual roundup" of crutches to get me through the night.
So I'm working again tonight and tomorrow, busier nights to be sure, and it'll be tough to resist temptation. Plus, my body is just pissed at me, withdrawals suck, and I am tired tired tired.
AND I have an appt with my tax acct tomorrow morning at 10, so have to get up early with my daughter and drive the 45 minutes to her office. Yuckers.
gotta go, more later.
loves
cali
Katrine
04-07-2005, 03:56 PM
Here's a question for our NATO girls.
Have you worked nights where there's a feature dancer doing a show that same night? What happens behind the scenes? I ask because I stopped in at the club by work last night and one of my favorites was pissed off that the feature dancer's posse was acting rude and belligerent. She then related a few dramatic scenes in the back, so I was wondering if you girls have had anything like that happen.
I've worked with 3 feature dancers and at a club in Vegas with a nightly showgirl show. I enjoyed the experience, it brings in business, and really gives the club energy instead of relegating it to creepy pervs jerking off in the corner.......so many men take the SC experience waaaaaaay too seriously...../:O
I am working on my NATO from yesterday, but I just havn't had the energy to give you what you guys want.........
I am working on my NATO from yesterday, but I just havn't had the energy to give you what you guys want.........
Whats that old song from the 50's...Chantilly Lace??
"Hahahahaha...you knowwwww what I like..." :P And Kat undoubtedly has our number as well ;D
FBR
screaminpeachez
04-08-2005, 10:34 AM
Last night at work was a parade of mindless fucks.
I was licked, grabbed and practically probed all night.
The guys were all tight asses and I just about had to twist their nuts off to get a dance.
I had traveled an hour and a half out of town with my best friend and a new girl that we were trying to show some "new" clubs.
Feeling the security of that mixed with the DEAD club atmosphere I fell back into an old habit and drank myself silly.
And it seemed the rest of the bar did to because everything got a little bellligerent.
At the beginning of the night I had seen a man taking notes at the bar so I quitely wiggled in next to him.
We get to talking and and he starts to really open up.
Turns out he is a Professor writing a lecture on some completely boring subject.
The other girls had been avoiding him before I got out on the floor because he was writing at their stages.
I excuse myself to go on stage and I see him watching me, smiling from afar.
So of course I run back to him when I get done.
My best friend (who I taught how to hustle) is sitting next to him.
No big deal... I sit with both of them and get him to do a threesome.
We part was and I'm off to find new customer as he is broke.
The next guy was a total pig. He kept "mentioning" that he was from LA.
As if us little country girls should be wetting our little panties about it.
He was speaking spanish (did he think that I was mexican?) :shrug:
He was so defiant about the rules I thought I was going to have to kick him in the balls.
After he bit me I DID.
Then there was a young guy.
He kept interrupting my conversations and asking me to sit with him. (which I told him was rude)
So I wrapped it up with the current guy which was going no where and went to sit with him.
He was obiviously just trying to get me to go out with him.
HE SAID HE LIKED OLDER WOMEN.
He was 23, I"M 25!!!!
I was so insulted I got up to leave, so he decided to buy a dance from me.
Well to cut to the chase he grabbed my tits, which are new and I''m extremely defensive about so I just had his ass tossed cuz my patience was growing thin.
The poor new girl didn't even know what hit her. She had recently started dancing and I'm not sure this was an ideal situation because this was a bar that you need to be a little on gaurd. She looked like she was never going to work with us again.
So end of the night. (3:30 am)
I"m waiting for my two friends to get ready to go.
The big fat bouncer is trying to rub my shoulders. I'm too exhausted to tell him YOURE HURTING ME. so I just lay my head back. My best friend comes to the bar and sits down.
she says something to me to the effect of "you were drunk tonight"
and I say "yeah I don't get out of the house often so i was cutting loose."
Then she says that she thought I scared one of HER customers off.
so I ask which one and she says the Professor.
Now, as a side note, I love this girl. But I am starting to think that we shouldn't work together. I always share customers with her and she totally takes over.
Then she subtely tries to show off the money they gave her (WHEN WE usually MAKE IDENTICAL amounts!!!)
So this has been a little thorn in my side.
She is always fucking talking about how guys are drooling all over her.
ugh.
I just want to say sometimes "yeah, I mean why would they find me attractive when your here".
but I like her friendship when were not working so i ignore it.
we leave
I sit in the backseat because I am drunk and irritated.
next thing I know I wake up and we had went an hour and a half
IN THE WRONG DIRECTION!!!!!!!
I got home at 7 in the morning looking like a beat up street worker.
god I hope next week is better!
IACali
04-08-2005, 11:53 AM
:-\
I made it through last night fairly clean..... heh..... kept a slightly better handle on my drinking than I had on Tuesday.... but was buttass tired. Tired, tired, tired, tired, tired. :zzz: My dancer friend M, who wasn't working, came in just for fun. She was going to head to the other club in town to watch one of our girls do amatuer night, but she got plastered and didn't go anywhere..........
.......Except to the dressing room, which is where the dj and I carried her after she basically passed out with her head on her knees sitting on a chair in the very center of the club. :no: Finally towards the end of the night Dancer J took my friend to J's house a few blocks away, deposited her on the couch, and came back to the club. Heh.
Passed out dancer friend M had put in a call to a connection earlier in the night, hoping to counteract her drunkenness (we are all so stupid that way, yk), but by the time he arrived at the club, she was already out cold in the dressing room. I was ready to lay down next to her and pass out from sheer exhaustion, so I wheedled a present out of him (just one, little, bitty present, I swear), and that one trip to the bathroom got me through the rest of the night.
I'm a little better rested up today, so I think I'll do better at work tonight.
Oh, so work last night. A group of guys who I had met last week came in again, they sit on pervert row and lay dollar bills out on the stage, one at a time, forming gigantic arrows pointing to themselves. If you do a nice floor show in front of them, those arrows can get pretty big. I think I got $50 off of the group of 4 one stage - not bad for what we're used to getting on our stages. 8)
A club reg, P, who used to come down to my old club before it closed, was there both Tuesday and last night. He buys all the girls drinks and hands out 20's once in a while just for fun - he's rich as fuck. Flies into town on his private jet, has condo's and houses all over the world. Owns a manufacturing company with 30 some-odd plants worldwide. Sweet.
Anyway, P rarely gets dances. But Tuesday he had promised me one, and then when I got off of stage, he was talking with another girl, and so I suggested a double. He was good with that but wanted to buy us drinks first.... and right then a third dancer showed up. So he bought us all drinks and then we did a triple dance. 2 songs, 3 dancers, $20 each, that's $120 that he spent in one fell swoop. Then he let me give him one more song by myself. So I got my $60 for the 3 songs, and got to play with two pretty girls. It was fun.
Last night, similar action happened..... only it was FOUR dancers instead of three. Tons o'fun, I tell ya. ;D We did three group dances this time, and he let me give him two more dances by myself afterwards.
And he ran to Taco Hell for me early in the shift because I was starving.
Yippee skippees. He left town today though, don't think we'll see him again for a couple of weeks. Whatta shame, he pretty much made my night - that was $100.
Tuesday I walked with $190 (blech) and last night with $275 (better, but still, eh.) No real drama, thank god, other than M passing out and being carried around the club.
I feel badly, this NATO was boring. I'm not really into it, boys, sorry. Hopefully something exciting will happen tonight that I can tell you about later.
loves
cali
Casual Observer
04-08-2005, 12:35 PM
^ Thanks for the effort in posting, Cali and Peachez.
Susan Wayward
04-08-2005, 01:58 PM
The Frozen Four is in Columbus this week, so there have been quite a few hockey fans coming into the club. They're funny, especially the Boston guys, who all sound weird and look like Gary Busey. And Thu-Sat is when the young guys descend on this (nude, BYOB) club. I just don't like working a young crowd, you have to put the hard sell on them and I don't like that. What I do like is the fact that a shitty night at this club is one where you walk with $250 (that's after, oh, $97 in house payouts, tips, dance fees).
A table of North Dakotans was hanging out for a good portion of the night and bought some dances from me. One of them was a total smartass. He said, "I think I pissed that girl over there off. She asked me for a dance and I told her I preferred dances from hot girls [FYI, there aren't any ugly girls at this club; this one in particular was a tall, fake-busty blonde] and I don't think she knew I was fucking with her." Another was really, really drunk, and kept giving me really stupid compliments, like, "Wow, what kind of diet are you on?" The aforementioned friend kept rolling his eyes, and I was like, "Doesn't he know I'm going to be nice to him anyways because he spent money?"
I was also delighted to get called over to the table of some indie-rock guys, one of whom it turns out used to play in a band I saw several times down in Texas when I was younger. We reminisced about the good old days, and he was impressed by my knowledge of obscure rock'n'roll documentaries. I can guarantee you that's the first time that's ever happened to me. I did a couple of dances for their birthday boy, for which they tipped me $40 on top of the $60 for the dances. Also enabled me to have some fun for an hour.
But the crowning point of the evening came as I was signing out to leave (club's open til 4 but you can leave at 2:30 if you were there early). First, one of the dancers had her husband there for his birthday; she asked me what I was doing later, wink wink. She continued to get blasted, and when I went to the dance area to sign out with the dance counter, they were waking her up as she had somehow managed to pass out during a couch dance. Hmm. "And he's (the customer) okay with that?" one of the bouncers asked the other. "Yup, guess so."
Thirty seconds later she pukes. I have never, ever seen a dancer actually get sick on the floor like that and I can't believe they left her out there after she'd passed out. The customer must be drunk too as he takes it in stride, and her friends help her downstairs. I go up to the DJ booth to tip him out, and he's saying, "I need A on the cage stage." "No you don't," I mutter, and fill him in, upon which he starts banging his head against the wall.
Oh, yeah, I got in trouble for giving a "dirty" dance the other night because my ass came in contact with a crotch. Hee, they are so strict here. The only place I've given an actual lap dance here is in the skybox (BYOB, no champagne, so no champagne room; it's a "skybox.")
I'm tired after 3 straight days but I'm going to suck it up tonight, then have a lovely day of hockey, massage, and room service on Saturday.
Susan Wayward
04-08-2005, 03:19 PM
Hah! I'll be at the game tomorrow night, I can't wait. Damn sure aren't any other playoffs to watch, sigh.
SportsWriter2
04-08-2005, 05:15 PM
My best to North Dakota. In 2000, the Frozen Four played in Providence, and I picked North Dakota to win. They did, and everyone was like, "How did you KNOW?" I just thought the Dakotas deserved something to live for. :-\
Katrine
04-13-2005, 11:37 PM
Beh, Blimey, Crap. Wednesday at the Perfect10.
I rushed in at about 1:30, totally missing the 2-4-1 special until 2pm, which I actually like. I am guaranteed $200-300 if I am out by noon, and the guys were already scattering.
The mood was glum and there were lots of dancers and waitresses sitting around the bars looking as excited as Mr_Punk receiving an airdance. :yuck: :shoot:Stage tips were good, and I received several offers to stop by tables, but upon my arrival, each patron reneged and seemed to need to wait for their friend to borrow money..pooh.
I finally sold 2 dances and ran into a regular who has been calling me trying to meet for lunch, but can't receive calls after 5pm, if ya know what I mean. :wife:A couple of weeks ago I was feeling frisky and let him sit there while I got myself off in his lap for $120. Today I was very excited to see him, and he immediately mentioned that he was "light" but wanted me to do the same thing again if possible. So we go to the back and he pays the waitress off $25 to sit in the CR. Similar situation ensues, but he is much grabbier this time and trying to "help me" with his fingers. No thank you. :yuck: About $120 later (5.5 songs) I ahem, arrive. :raincloudHe then starts to unzip, which I want no part of. So I ask him how light he is today, because I'm not going to let him whip it out if he has no more moolah.
Guess fucking what.......all he has on him is less than 20 FUCKING DOLLARS!!!! :biting: :mad:
The fuckstick paid $25 for CR but didn't have enough to even pay me for an full dance. So this is what he meant by "light"! I almost killed the motherfucker:fight: for wasting my time and putting me in a risky situation in the club. Shit, I can get myself off at home for free without having the chance of getting caught and fired for touching myself in the club!:bomb: He promised to make it up to me Friday. Of course, I'm not working Friday, how convenient. That's ok, there is a reason I can't call him after 5pm, but I might somehow conveniently forget if he doesn't pay me what is owed next time. Karma is a bitch.....:swami:
Honestly though, I'm not that type of girl, I'm over it now. But it took at least an hour of huffing and puffing at the bar afterwards before I calmed down. Usually, I can quickly remedy my anger with my good friend Don Patron. :drunk:Well boys, I've decided to clean up my act. No more drinking and parting until I have my shit straight. I made this promise to myself, so I couldn't take a shot for the nerves. Boy oh boy, I don't ever crave alcohol, but there was nothing in the world I wanted more than a shot at that moment. So Red Bull it was............:angel:
Luckily the afternoon picked up. My russian waitress friend Sputnik (yes, she really goes by that name) hooked me up with a grabby, but all around decent guy. He let me and my new lesbian club lover Nikki molest each other while he watched. Nikki is the brunette equivalent of me. Petite, perky boobs( smaller than mine, 34B), lovely face, perverted attitude coupled with high mileage dancing, and an excruciatingly tasty ass.:butthead:
There is a gentleman who hangs out at the club who likes to give girls $20 every other dance for hanging out and chatting. Every time I am working he has another dancer sitting with him receiving the honors. He also has a very jealous and territorial waitress who attends to his drinking and fruit consumption whims. Today I got to be in the hot spot. We chit chatted, he tipped, AND paid my house fee. So the day wasn't a wash. :thanx:
Many of the girls couldn't even pay their housefees and were leaving after 3 hours because they hadn't sold a single dance. EBT came out to just under $300, which is crap for me, but I also should have had at least $100 on top of that.
Tomorrow is Mexican theme Thursdays. I'll be back in the office. I have an out of towner PL coming in to see me. He calls me incessantly. Now its time for him to put his money where his boring mouth is.....
:P
Susan Wayward
04-14-2005, 12:55 AM
Good fucking thing I didn't make today the day to try P10 . . . sorry about that; I slept too late and I really have to be feeling it to hit a new club. It was decent tonight, and no one stiffed me, but a slow night nonetheless.
SeppeSai
04-14-2005, 03:00 PM
Guess fucking what.......all he has on him is less than 20 FUCKING DOLLARS!!!!
Ass.
If I were part of something like that the first time, I'd damned sure have the $$ to back my request for it to happen again.
I say get the $$ the fucker owes, then don't do a damned thing for him ever again. I think that will teach him to fuck around.
Nicolina
04-16-2005, 08:09 AM
As per your requests, boys….A VERY vintage NATO. It’s different than the others here; I hope that’s okay. I think the content reflects the fact that this was in the time before lap or table dancing (the B.L.D Era), and we made all our money onstage. There were fewer girls working every shift, we knew each other better, and we spent more time hanging out in the dressing room. Note that there’s almost no mention of my interaction with customers. I feel a little bad that it depicts dancers behaving in rather stereotypical fashion, but what the hell. It’s all true. Of course, I changed all the names, though it’s so old that I hardly think it matters.
Journal entry: 5/26/91 2:26a.m.
Crazy night at work tonight. Denise said it’s a full moon—oh, my calendar says full moon is the 28th. Memorial Day weekend.
A volcano is erupting in Japan. Ethiopia’s civil war is coming to an end. A plane full of Austrians (and one American) exploded and crashed in Thailand, near Bangkok, on its way from Hong Kong to Vienna. Someone said there was a bomb on it that was meant for a United Airlines flight—some terrorist fucked up. The first black driver to qualify for the Indy 500 didn’t win.
I want to write about the night. As soon as we arrived, Randy was called to the phone and told she was fired. Right after I bought her a love potion, too. Someone (maybe A?) had said that guys from another club were coming in and giving her coke. She swears it’s not true and I know I’ve never seen her with drugs in the club. So I assured her that the boss was tripping and fantasizing as usual, and that she’d have her job back in no time. They made her leave before she’d even finished her drink.>:(
I talked to Shayla about Randy; she told me what she thought had happened. I told her that Randy told me that she really misses her since they had that fight, and Shayla said she misses her too. I said I hope they can be friends again. Shayla said she was mad cause Randy had had the heat turned off in their apartment and then left Shayla and her sick puppy in the apartment without heat for a weekend.
Shayla kept saying, “You don’t know her like I know her,” and both she and T seemed to think that R was doing more white than I thought. But Shayla said she still loves her. Shayla was wasted—she worked a double. Actually she held up pretty well. Monique was my stage partner early in the night, but she left after two shows cause she was also working a double.
Shayla still doesn’t know if she’s pregnant; she hasn’t been to the doctor. Now, I know what I do with my money, and I know what the drug addicts are doing with theirs. But Shayla can’t even scrape up $50 for an exam at PP? What is she doing? Felicia too was complaining about having no money, needing to pay bills.
Anyway, I tried yelling at Shayla but Monique said, “Don’t yell at her. She’s drunk, she’s been here all day, it’s not gonna do any good.” I figured she was right.
Let’s see…Felicia got yellow roses from a guy who gave her $350 last night. There was a big fat ugly woman in a striped blue and white dress sitting at the back bar all night and Shayla came in to the dressing room at some point and said, “That woman!”
I said, “Who, that fat one back there?”
“Yeah. I can’t believe it. First she tipped me onstage two dollars, then she was at the back table and I could hear her going, ‘She’s got a nice pussy.’ Then she walked in on me in the bathroom cause I forgot to lock the door, and I tried to pull the door shut but she pulled it open and came in and said, ‘My boyfriend is a hundred years old and before he dies he wants to see me with another woman. Are you interested?’ And I’m just sitting there trying to pee going ‘I’ve been here since noon, I don’t need this!”
Then A.J., Alexis’s daughter [yes, they are a mother and daughter who work at the same club] came into the dressing room screaming wordlessly, sat down in a chair and said, “Uuuuuuuhhhh!! I never want to work ever again!!!” and kicked off her black patent leather pumps in two different directions. I said, “Why, what’s the matter?”
“This guy tried to stick his tongue up my ass! Uuggh! I feel like I’ve been raped!”
Shayla said, “At least you didn’t have a big ugly lesbian walk in on you in the bathroom.”
A.J. said “Who, that woman at the back bar?”
“Yeah!” Shayla started to tell the story again and A.J started gagging and Shayla said, “Don’t puke,” and A.J. ran to the garbage can and vomited a little. I said to Shayla, “I don’t think it’s cause of what you said.”
A.J. leaned against the wall saying, “I am so skeeved right now. I am so skeeved.” And slid down the wall to the floor. Shayla kept going on about the lesbian, but I said, “Wait a minute, why are you sick, A.J.? Is it because of what happened, or what she said, or are you drinking…?”
“No, I’m just so skeeved right now. See, I was raped, before, from behind, so…”
Shayla said, “I was raped too. When I was fourteen.”
A.J. started straightening and counting her money.
Tiffany, for no apparent reason, gave me a little stuffed-and-folded dollar packet. I don’t know what to do with it; I haven’t done any white in a long time, and I don’t really have the desire. I accepted it mostly because I was just touched by her generosity.
Sandy told the best story. She said there was a guy with a foot fetish and he wanted to pay Lisa $200 to let him suck her toes. Lisa asked Sandy to come with her to the guy’s house, saying, “He’s got a foot fetish, but I don’t know exactly what kind of a foot fetish.” Sandy said, “What’s in it for me?” Lisa said, “I’ll give you $40 if you come with me.”
So Sandy did.
Sandy said, in her cute little Tennessee accent, “So, I sat there on the couch drinkin’ a beer and watchin’ A Current Affair, and I can hear Lisa in the room going, ‘Suck my toes, motherfucker! Suck ‘em right, motherfucker! You ain’t doin’ it right!’ And I can hear her slappin’ the shit outta him…And I’m just sittin’ there drinkin’ a beer watchin’ A Current Affair and laughin’…”
There were three of us listening to this story and rolling with laughter.
“You ain’t suckin’ ‘em right! Get that toejam, motherfucker!”
Lisa is a cool person. She was dropping a tootsie pop halfway down her throat the other day. I was impressed, but afraid she’d drop it. I think I had a dream last night about someone choking on something, and I was trying to find someone who knew Heimlich.
Later I went to the bathroom and opened the door and Shayla was sitting on the toilet crying and Tiffany was squatting on the floor in front of her trying to comfort her, talking to her, and I said, “Oh, sorry.” I hoped none of the guys had seen and gotten the wrong idea or something. I think it was something about her boyfriend. Poor Shayla. I think her boyfriend is mean to her. Cause later when it was time to go home we said, “Where are you going?” and she said, “I don’t know. My boyfriend hates me.” I said, “Do you need a place to stay?” She said, “No, no. I can go to Woonsocket.”
What else happened tonight?….A semi-obnoxious guy gave me a fifty, then he took out a hundred and laid it on the table and then all of a sudden it was gone and I was worried he’d think I took it (which I should’ve! For once I should screw over someone else!) But then they found it on the floor. He didn’t give it to me, gave me a twenty instead.
Basically, it was a fucked up night. Tiffany said I can go visit her in Newport on Tuesday if I want—go to the beach, hang out and stuff. I think I will.
SportsWriter2
04-16-2005, 09:05 AM
Shayla still doesn’t know if she’s pregnant; she hasn’t been to the doctor. Now, I know what I do with my money, and I know what the drug addicts are doing with theirs. But Shayla can’t even scrape up $50 for an exam at PP? What is she doing?
PP is Planned Parenthood, an afforable ob/gyn clinic that dancers use. Some things never change. Dancer to me, May 2001: "I was the only one there without a boyfriend or dad. I felt so bad I started to cry. Would you go with me next time?"
Nic, everything you wrote is timeless! I hope you'll share more journal entries from time to time.
Chili Palmer
04-16-2005, 12:09 PM
Damn, that's some good stuff, Nic. Thanks for sharing. If the "Randy" name wasn't changed, then I have a real good idea which club you worked at here in LA. Please keep 'em coming.
SW: Do you honestly think anyone here believes you remember exactly what a dancer said to you back in 1991? And that it just happens to coincide with a NATO report from the same era? As they say in Monty Python, "Go on now, pull the other one."
You're giving the guys who actually do go out with dancers a bad name.
CP
afxturnip
04-16-2005, 01:28 PM
SW: Do you honestly think anyone here believes you remember exactly what a dancer said to you back in 1991? And that it just happens to coincide with a NATO report from the same era? As they say in Monty Python, "Go on now, pull the other one."
What?!? Verisimilitude is now a requirement for posts on StripperWeb and StripClubJunkie?
Stop the Press!
FBR and JZ, get ready to start burning the midnight oil. If retroactive, this dictum would necessitate the decimation of the posts here.
-afx
Nicolina
04-16-2005, 02:07 PM
Glad the dusty old NATOs still have a little entertainment value! I'll try to dig up a few more.
CP, that NATO was actually from a club in RI, so I guess there are plenty of "Randy"s in the biz (big surprise ::))
But CP, why are you hatin' on Sporty? /:O Didn't he say 2001? Wasn't his point that "some things never change?" In that, he's correct. Girls have, in fact, been getting pregnant forever, and they've been getting pregnancy tests at Planned Parenthood since it came into existence. (Of course, I remember the stuff that was said to me in 1991, because I wrote it down. Writers take notes...Sure, sometimes we twist things around, or embellish, but when we do, it's generally to convey a broader truth...)
Chili Palmer
04-16-2005, 04:38 PM
Actually, Nic, after I called him on it, he edited the post to make that change from 1991 to 2001 to make his claim seem more reasonable. All I ask is for something with a semblance of truth to it, ya know?
And JZ, when you had posted last on this thread, I thought for sure I would click on the link and find mine edited. Thank you for not doing so.
CP