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Chili Palmer
08-26-2006, 07:01 PM
Having done the Bridgette experience more than most, I can assure you that, as Dizzy Dean used to say, "It ain't braggin' when it's fact." B, you going to dance at HL when you return or somewhere else?

CP

Richard_Head
08-26-2006, 07:21 PM
I think it's time for lasik Bridgette;). Nice NATO reports!

Bridgette
08-27-2006, 03:28 AM
Just say NO to Lasik!!! I am so NOT down with that. I will deal with the glasses :P

Yep, I'll be at HiLiter while in AZ. So, CP, I'm sure we can get reacquainted nicely. Make sure the billfold is full cuz I'll be ready with my white shirt ;D

JZ, I'm sure it's the same club. If you're talking Deja Vu downtown Seattle - yep. I can see why there might be a depressing mood - waaaayy too many girls and ALL the clubs here charge WAAAAAAYYY too much to work. Fucken ridiculous. I have to force myself not to think of the overly exorbitant house fees in order to keep my sanity and actually be able to allow myself to work in this town. Fortunately for me I'm experienced and a non-stop hard worker. Otherwise I'd be really hurting. Almost all the girls I've heard talking here have talked about how it's sooooo much easier to make money almost anywhere else when they travel. The girls here travel alot - which is very unusual. I actually feel good walking out with 3-something here - anywhere else I've been in the last several years, that would be average at best.

Rest: Yall just gotta experience it is all I gotta say. LOL. I am surely not the best hustler or the best SS dealer out there, but I got some decent game and I have some fun with it, and the boys I encounter generally do too :P ;D

Bridgette
08-27-2006, 06:08 AM
Oh yeah, I remember that from back then. To their credit, the managers and male staff have all been very nice to me. The manager even openly said he'd rather run the club more like other places where the girls are pretty much allowed to do their own thing rather than the typical Deja Vu bullshit, but he doesn't have the choice. He is VERY lax with enforcing the Deja Vu crap.

He does expect us to show up for our scheduled shifts, and I heard one girl getting fined heavily for not doing so Friday night. She was *claiming* that the reason she hadn't showed up was her grandma died, and the reason she hadn't paid house fee and was having consistent trouble with custies "not paying what they owed" in the last couple days was the "guys were drunk and grabby". I think she's probably a consistent trouble-maker, doesn't show up a lot, and often has the "problem" of guys "not paying what they owe". If you get my drift. They know which girls consistently have this type of "problem" and aren't sympathetic with them. Frankly, I don't blame them.

Aside from that, I reckon many girls ARE rather desperate there. There is absolutely no room for girls who can't hustle WELL.

Casual Observer
08-27-2006, 09:16 PM
Damn. Last time I was at the Deja Vu in Seattle it was absolutely atrocious. Clearly, they've just experienced a renaissance in stripping. ;)

<S> B

doc-catfish
08-28-2006, 11:22 AM
Make sure the billfold is full cuz I'll be ready with my white shirt ;D
When this happens we'll be expecting a NATO from you and a TR from CP.
;)

lunchbox
08-28-2006, 11:55 AM
^^^^ don't forget pictures and video footage.

Jenny
09-02-2006, 03:31 PM
And Scarlett just reminded me;
Too much working with the girls for any kind of real NATO - except to say that everyone was a pleasure to work with. Scarlett is a like this elegant princess, Molly was a complete rock star, Cally was - well, Cally was a crazed sex fiend.

But the cookie incident. A customer brought me cookies. Like homemade cookies he had gone home and baked. "Aww" you say? Leads to this exchange... a couple of hours later most of us are in the changeroom, doing whatever we were doing, and I mention that there were cookies and that all could help themselves. Scarlett immediately pipes up "Oh, he probably ejaculated in them or something" (while eating one, I might add). Cally says "That's the first thing I thought of too." Me: "No, I asked." Them: "You didn't... what did you say?" Me: "Well as soon as he brought them in I asked 'You didn't put anything weird in these, like fingernail clippings or ejaculate, did you?'" Scarlett: "No, you didn't.. did you really?" Me: "I absolutely did. It's the first thing I thought of too." (True, by the way. I asked that precise question). Now we all look down at the cookies in our hands, and laugh. Scarlett: "We're sitting here eating cookies that we are contemplating contain this guy's cum." Me: "You know, it's the end of the week. We all need protein."

Now. Are any of y'all ever going to read one of my NATOs again?

scarlett_vancouver
09-02-2006, 04:00 PM
lol. That was pretty awesome.

'Elegant princess'! Me? Really? Haha, I'll remember that next time I fart on a custy :D

And for the record, Jenny is delightful. Just as sharp as online, but with a lot more exclamation points. Like, it was so unexpected- she's all giggly and exuberant. And cute as hell ;) Your Jenny fantasies are well-warranted.

Docido
09-02-2006, 04:05 PM
Jeez, Jenny! You just made me shoot Mountain Dew outta my nose!! :D

FBR
09-02-2006, 04:36 PM
And Scarlett just reminded me;
Too much working with the girls for any kind of real NATO - except to say that everyone was a pleasure to work with. Scarlett is a like this elegant princess, Molly was a complete rock star, Cally was - well, Cally was a crazed sex fiend.

But the cookie incident. A customer brought me cookies. Like homemade cookies he had gone home and baked. "Aww" you say? Leads to this exchange... a couple of hours later most of us are in the changeroom, doing whatever we were doing, and I mention that there were cookies and that all could help themselves. Scarlett immediately pipes up "Oh, he probably ejaculated in them or something" (while eating one, I might add). Cally says "That's the first thing I thought of too." Me: "No, I asked." Them: "You didn't... what did you say?" Me: "Well as soon as he brought them in I asked 'You didn't put anything weird in these, like fingernail clippings or ejaculate, did you?'" Scarlett: "No, you didn't.. did you really?" Me: "I absolutely did. It's the first thing I thought of too." (True, by the way. I asked that precise question). Now we all look down at the cookies in our hands, and laugh. Scarlett: "We're sitting here eating cookies that we are contemplating contain this guy's cum." Me: "You know, it's the end of the week. We all need protein."

Now. Are any of y'all ever going to read one of my NATOs again?

Ive watched a lot of good pornos but Ive yet to see one where a guy shot enough personal cream to mix up a good batch of cookies. Based on that, I can only assume that this is a Jenny parable. Not bible quality but pretty good.

FBR

Casual Observer
09-02-2006, 07:15 PM
Now. Are any of y'all ever going to read one of my NATOs again?

Is this a rhetorical question? They're practically required reading at this point.

<S> Jenny

FBR
09-02-2006, 07:18 PM
Now. Are any of y'all ever going to read one of my NATOs again?

As CO says they are pretty much required reading around here :)

FBR

mr_punk
09-03-2006, 06:00 AM
A customer brought me cookies. Like homemade cookies he had gone home and baked. "Aww" you say?no, it more like the lamest thing i've ever heard. i mean, cookies are bad enough, but baking cookies for strippers is beyond lame....LOL.

"I absolutely did. It's the first thing I thought of too." (True, by the way. I asked that precise question).sure, why not? baking cookies for strippers will assure it's the closest thing he'll get to a BBBJTCNQNS in a sc.

GenWar
09-03-2006, 12:35 PM
And for the record, Jenny is delightful. Just as sharp as online, but with a lot more exclamation points. Like, it was so unexpected- she's all giggly and exuberant. And cute as hell ;) Your Jenny fantasies are well-warranted.

Indeed. Forget required reading. A pilgrimage to that horrid little club she frequents is practically required travel. Jenny is enough to redeem Canada for Bryan Adams AND Celine Dion. And that's sayin' sumthin'.


no, it more like the lamest thing i've ever heard. i mean, cookies are bad enough, but baking cookies for strippers is beyond lame....LOL.


Wow. I agree with Mr_Punk. That's like...what...twice, lifetime? }:D

-gen

mr_punk
09-03-2006, 04:17 PM
Wow. I agree with Mr_Punk. That's like...what...twice, lifetime?really? i'm shocked. anyway, this whole cookie baking thing cracks me up everytime i think about it. what's next? baking fudge brownies for crack whores? LOL.

FBR
09-04-2006, 06:10 PM
Well fuck you guys very much. I'll have you know that I bought a birthday cake for my ex Indy atf in 2000. It was FDA certified sploog free. I doubt she appreciated the effort I went through but I did sleep very well that night knowing I did the right thing ;) .

FBR

Bridgette
09-09-2006, 04:47 AM
Tonight was actually a little better than previous shifts here. Fewer girls, roughly the same number of custies.

Although alot of girls did alot of bitching in DR about not making any money - "this crowd sucks!" - "I've only done one dance" - "I can't get anyone to say yes" - "no one buys more than one dance!"...etc.

But between me and this one blonde chic who is roughly my age, we kept the back corner couches busy. It was like a rotation. One of us would bring a guy back to the far corner, and within a song the other would have a guy in the next one. Back and forth, all night long. So far this is the only chic in this club I've seen keep up with me. Good on her! I had a couple guys buy long strings of dances so I didn't do quite as much running as her, but she kept em coming and I don't think she got any one dance wonders all night. Neither did I. Almost felt like we were in a lapdance race LOL ;D I think this just proves that us old broads are where it's at. heee

The most entertaining guy I danced for had a strong fake Irish accent that got weaker and weaker with each dance I did. LOL! I mean I suspected it was bullshit when he first opened his mouth, but then when he sounded more and more American with every dance, well, there was no doubt. I kept laughing about it as I grinded away, and he kept saying how "crazy" and "dirty" I was. When I finally asked why he thought I was those things, he said "because you keep laughing". Obviously he didn't get it. hehe

I found myself a South African hottie with a REAL accent that almost made me fumble my game. Almost :P It was fun dancing for him. He kept getting this goofy grin on his face, and moaning softly. I liked the way he softly rubbed my back. I liked the way his ass felt, and his abs, and pecs, and arms :drool: I think I spent more time simply molesting him than dancing. HAHA!! These are the things that make me love my job!! I get to molest hot dudes and they PAY me.

For some reason the club has removed a couple of the booths that were completely in the corner, and started using some red lights in the back area so it's not nearly so dark in there. The head floorman also said they're going to be doing random stings to catch and get rid of the nasty girls. Blah! I guess that's a good thing, but it's a pain in my ass because now I have to worry about some hired shithead reporting me for being bad. Booo!!! Not that I'm all that bad - I know there's chics doing far nastier shit in there than me, but still. There was a short time when the blondie and I were in the DR at the same time, and someone else brought up the Sting. Blondie commented that with the new lights she can see ALOT more nastiness than she thought happened and would rather not see it, then went on to say that she thought she was the dirtiest girl in the club before, since so many girls bitch and yell in DR about dirty girls ::) At that point I replied that I always thought those who bitched the loudest in DR are in fact the ones who do the most nasty. She figures I'm right. I do too. hee

I never had to spend much time scoping out targets at all tonight. I guess the fact we only had maybe 2 girls per guy instead of 3 helped a bit. Or maybe the long white dress that's like a giant neon sign with big knockers bulging out the top. Or maybe I just had my A game on. Maybe some combo. Whatever - I only had to actually stand at Vantage Point A and suck on my straw once. Cuz all the other times between custies I'd spot one practically falling out of his chair to watch me walk by within about 10 seconds of coming back from a dance. Woo!!!

I tried a slight variation on the Ass Appoach. This one guy was ogling me as I re-entered from the back, so I pretended like I hadn't noticed and was going to walk on by, went around behind him, saw him shake his head in disappointment, then slid up behind all sneaky and just bounced my ass onto the back of his neck/shoulders. It made him and his chair bounce slightly. So I did the ass muscle bounce thing somemore and kept him bouncing for a few more seconds as I let my hair drag over his head a bit. He seemed to like it. I liked it - it was fun! I had him following me back to the corner within 30 seconds. hehe

Sometimes as I bring them to the back I like to walk just a little ahead of them so I can do my wiggly-walk in front of them for a bit. Give them a nice view of the ass before drowning them in boobs. They seem to like.

Last guy, got 8 dances near closing and was gonna end up the night - said he wanted to dance to the end. His friend started calling on his phone telling him he needed money to pay the stripper for dances. And the shithead kept calling through the friggin song. Ugh!! I knew this would be the last dance, so near the end of the song, I moved myself so I was sorta cross-ways straddling him (it's a goooood grind position), grinded ever so seductively, leaned in with cleavage just under his chin and let him drool for a bit, purred in his ear and nibbled just a bit, then in my BEST purring sexy voice said, "I hope you're gonna kick your friend's ass for interrupting this". I actually got a belly laugh outta that one. hehe Poor guy. His friend fucked up what would've been a helluva round out to his night.

Moral: If you're gonna mooch off your friend for lappies, at least have the decency to call and beg the poor bastard only ONCE during his dance! geeeeeeezzz!!!

Despite the fact I worked fewer hours than any other night at this club, I still made more money than any so far. I think I'm getting the hang of the game here ;D

$450 after payouts and parking.

Smokeless
09-10-2006, 09:05 PM
I think this just proves that us old broads are where it's at. heee
I think you are absolutely right! My AFT, who introduced me to this site, is mid-30s, and she's more athletic, a better dancer, sexier, and more entertaining than all the 20-somes at the clubs I frequent. Not only that, she appreciates that sometimes I'm on a short leash and will usually interrupt other non-pressing business to work me into her schedule immediately. I wish I had been introduced to SW back in May/June when I was last in Seattle. I would have tried to visit for some dances from you. Might have been difficult escaping from the clutches of the rest of the family, but where there's a will,.... ::)
Do you ever get to Colorado?
Keep up the good work, and the entertaining NATO posts!

Bridgette
09-11-2006, 04:45 AM
Well, I wasn't in Seattle in May/June, just moved here. I don't get to CO, but I go to AZ ;D Might even trek down to Vegas again for some conventions...

IMO, whoever thinks the younguns are it doesn't know wtf they're doing. Cuz neither do the younguns ;D ;D ;D

xdamage
09-26-2006, 07:44 PM
Might even trek down to Vegas again for some conventions...

Vegas is a no brainer - go.

Bridgette
09-29-2006, 05:41 AM
I've done Vegas before - it's not the magical pot of gold everyone thinks it is. Only time it's good is for certain good conventions, otherwise it's no better than any other city, and sometimes MUCH worse.

xdamage
09-29-2006, 04:52 PM
^^^

Yea, but I always have fun as a customer ;)

Bridgette
10-02-2006, 05:59 AM
Of course you do. LOL 250+ girls a shift and often way fewer customers always = custy fun, just not for the dancers :P


So, here's how my night went tonight. ::)

Consider this my NATO for today.

FBR
10-02-2006, 03:29 PM
How can there be a Pink NATO??

FBR

Bridgette
10-03-2006, 07:06 AM
Sorry FBR, not typing it again just so it'll be blue :P

FBR
10-04-2006, 05:23 PM
Sorry FBR, not typing it again just so it'll be blue :P

Copy and paste...geesh ;) NATO is Blue copywrited :P

FBR

doc-catfish
10-04-2006, 06:10 PM
Lets cut B some slack. I doubt that she wants her her NATO's to be either pink or blue.

I'm sure green was more the color she had in mind. :yes:


:twocents:
Like about 999,998 more of these!

FBR
10-04-2006, 06:19 PM
Lets cut B some slack. I doubt that she wants her her NATO's to be either pink or blue.

I'm sure green was more the color she had in mind. :yes:


:twocents:
Like about 999,998 more of these!


LOL Doc No, I love B but I'm going to hold her feet to the fire on this one. NATO's are Blue. We invented the term here. If she wants to sit around the campfire with the Pinkies and roast marshmallows thats fine but she needs to call them something else if shes gonna post them there. Giving us a casual link is insulting ;)

FBR

Smokeless
10-06-2006, 12:52 PM
LOL Doc No, I love B but I'm going to hold her feet to the fire on this one. NATO's are Blue. We invented the term here. If she wants to sit around the campfire with the Pinkies and roast marshmallows thats fine but she needs to call them something else if shes gonna post them there. Giving us a casual link is insulting ;)

Not to mention inconvenient! Besides, theoretically, us blue guys can't respond in that particular pink space.

So, I respond nonetheless. It was an interesting rant. In part to compare B's experience in Phoenix with life in Boulder. I don't particularly understand how you can have 5 dancers with 2 dances apiece and not have room for breaks or lap dances, unless there are 5 stages, in which case you cut out a few stages.

But it is interesting to compare with my latest trip to the Bustop. I counted about 10 dancers on rotation. 2 stages. Equivalent. Each gal does 2 dances, covered and topless (this is the topless, not the nude Platinum room). The dances are full songs, not shortened to a "standard lapdance" length. Still, there was plenty of time for lap dances. I got several, which at night involves taking a walk over to the nude side where more contact is tolerated. (Ha! This weekend I'm in Salina. What we consider "contact" in Colorado is hardly the effort in comparison with Salina.)

I guess this is why we don't see B in Colorado more often. Right???!!! ;)

Jenny
11-07-2006, 04:38 PM
Okay. So. Went back last night; first night in a while - busy with the school, the review and the moving and all. Moving, by the way? Could not have sucked more.

So walked in in the afternoon, to a series of "Hi.... I thought you were dead" from management and waitstaff. So I don't get hugs and kisses, but I DO get recognized. Someone knows who I am. I see if I still have a locker - which I do, although there is some nice gum all over the lock (and I now take back all the defending I ever did of dancers as a body. Bitches.) I pick off the gum, and tell the scheduler that I’ll be back in the evening. He asks me to go on the schedule, and I agree. Which was, on this particular night, a mistake. However, I come back and chat with a new girl in the change room while putting on my clothes. I get some gratuitous flattery, which is always nice “You’re how old? No way! Open your coat, right now!” (and before anyone asks – if she had asked me to bend over and show her my ass, NO, I would not have done it.)

I went downstairs and started out pretty good. Guy called me over and then was surprised that I wanted him to get a dance. I managed to lever him into it, but still. Fucking weird man. Then I was all, sitting down and being charming and selling a bunch of dances – not many in a row, which is weird for me, but I really did feel that my dancing was a bit off, you know? But anyway, I am selling to lots of guys.

By the way? My club? Gone downhill. Like I know Gen was not impressed with the talent when he visited, but a few of these girls look like… they just moved up from living on the streets to living in their cars. (And the hell with solidarity. Fucking bitches gummed my lock). Not impressive.

Anyway. Come 10 o’clock. I flatline. Completely, and for the night. So I shall share some of my customer stories:

This one guy insisted on singing along to all the rock songs in this really weird country twang. It was fake. He wasn’t just Southern. And he sang loud. And then insisted that I go to the bathroom t snort some coke with him. Wouldn’t take no for an answer, and when I repeatedly told him “no” insisted on making these pantomiming gestures of snorting coke off the back of his hand. I moved. He followed and told me that he was “fucking off out of here” and asked me to go with him.

Other guy who came over and sat next to me and started chatting me up. I told him that I was onstage next, but that he could buy a dance when I was done. He agreed; however my stage show was postponed and he declined to buy a dance. I moved down to the end of the bar to ignore him, as huffily as I could manage. Then, he calls me back over in 20 minutes or so to chat me up again; I, however, have climbed right up on my high horsey and am copping this attitude like “I’m sorry. You have offended me. If you want to give me money you will have to beg for the privilege.” You can imagine that this is NOT an effective way to make money. And then he delivered the kiss of death which was “Don’t let me keep you from anyone else.” “Well,” I respond – kind of snottily, I admit, “you did call me over here.” “Oh, that makes a difference?” “Well, it makes the “don’t let me keep you” a little disingenuous”. And I prance back to the end of the bar without money.

In retrospect I think he was ready to buy a dance, and was just put off by the snotty, bored way I kept looking around the bar; but at the time, I had been busy up until recently. So I thought I could AFFORD a little snottiness.

I was wrong.

Another guy that I just left because he was drinking liquor like it was soda – like 5 drinks in 10 minutes. I can’t even chat up a guy who is likely to wind up face down in his own puke before I finish one song. I tried a “Dude, you are going to hurt yourself”. He informed me that he was a roadie (and I realize that this is meant to be stripper catnip, but I was unimpressed) and that they drank bottles of straight liquor for breakfast. I resisted to urge to respond “Oh, and roadies NEVER wind up face down in their own vomit” and returned to the bar.

Another guy that called me over. Kisses me on both cheeks, kind of wetly. I conspicuously wipe it off with my hand and then wipe my hand on his shirt. (Did I mention? Snotty bitch?) He informed me that my stage show was very sexy, and it made his penis “very solid”. “Uh huh… so do you want a dance?” “I don’t need a dance; I need a shag. Feel my….” “Okay, I’m going away now.”

On the upside:
Girls flattered me shamelessly all night.
Guy in a wheelchair (I think with CP) who I ignored all night because (and this will sound awful) our dance areas are not wheelchair accessible was all “your stageshow was so unique and great.” And then I felt a little bad for ignoring him all night.
DJ played my mash up and said at the end “Kurt Cobain just rolled out his grave and shot himself again.”
Guy who told me earlier in the night that he wasn’t ready for a dance yet, but to come back alter, and then ACTUALLY called me back over when he was.
The first three hours when I was actually kind of mad busy.

FBR
11-07-2006, 08:56 PM
A "very solid penis"? LMAO That guy is awesome. He bombed out in the end but I will give him an A for creativity. After that me saying "Baby you make me so hard" sounds cheesy as hell.

FBR

Bridgette
11-08-2006, 05:57 AM
Lets cut B some slack. I doubt that she wants her her NATO's to be either pink or blue. Ty Doc. You are right. I don't differentiate much between pink and blue. I think I liked it better when there wasn't a blue and we all mixed together. But whatever.

I forgot about this one, until now. Getting ready for the move. AGAIN. I have never hated moving, but damn I hate it now!!! There's just so much f'in STUFF since I got the fiance. Sheesh. And of course, since he works the fulltime job and work whenever I want, I have to do most of the packing. We've got 40 friggin boxes, and about 2/3 of them are his :O

/rant. So basically, that's why there hasn't been another NATO lately.

BUT doc. What exactly do you mean with the "green" comment? Are you being a smartass??? :P

lunchbox
11-08-2006, 01:46 PM
“You’re how old? No way! Open your coat, right now!” (and before anyone asks – if she had asked me to bend over and show her my ass, NO, I would not have done it.)
I guess this could work OTC...

Nice NATO Jenny, solid.

Docido
11-08-2006, 05:18 PM
Jenny you turned down a roadie!!!! You're not really a stripper, are you? :P

Jenny
11-09-2006, 12:41 AM
Oh, I forgot to mention the not-coolest part of the night in which the floor-manager-scheduler guy (do I lose credibility for not knowing his title) totally ripped off one of my (few) customers. I didn't realize it at the time, but in retrospect, I totally know he did it. In a nutshell - cover charge is $20. My charming, foreign customer had both Cdn and USD, and accidentally paid in USD. He paid $100 instead of $20. I didn't notice at the time but I did see the guy do the double take and close his hand over the money, and then later on refused to give it back (I told the guy not to accuse him of anything, but to ask for the USD back in exchange for Cdn.) Like I said - didn't see it, but I KNOW he did it. Not cool. Most of the guys at my club are not like that, in case you are wondering. I've seen them correct change, and hand money back. That is not normal at my club.

Tonight - everyone loved me. Except the other girls. And I got completely hammered. And because everything went so swimmingly I have nothing good to write. Life is a series of trade offs.

Jenny
11-10-2006, 01:10 AM
Okay. I debated whether to tell this story. But I can't help it. I have never been able to resist telling the funny stories no matter how dumb I wind up looking in them. So - all of you: be prepared to think less of me.

I might have said, at some point, that I am kind of a princess of lines that shouldn't work, but seem to? Imagine:

-Do I look like a crackwhore?
-What?
-I think it's my hair. It looks like I just, like, fucked about 10 guys in a row. What do you think? Crackwhore? [also, you guys can't see me, but I look a little tired and I am... you know, a little tiny bit drunk. Crackwhore is not THAT far off]
-Yes. Now that you mention it, you definitely look like a crackwhore.
-And what's with that? I mean, I haven't even fucked, like, not even 5 guys. Nor have I smoked any crack. [Actual number of guys is zero; in case anyone was wondering]
-And yet, just look at you.
-I know! It's the drinking. It makes us haggard. But really - I feel like I do my best work when I'm at least a little bit drunk.
-Then I should get you another drink.
-Oh, you totally should. Because I'm onstage next, and I really think it would complete this look if I could manage to fall on my ass - or preferably right off [hand gesture] the stage. I could maybe give myself a black eye or something.

And yes. This worked. Like really, really well. The world is a mysterious place, I tell you.

evan_essence
11-11-2006, 10:30 PM
Guy in a wheelchair (I think with CP) who I ignored all night because (and this will sound awful) our dance areas are not wheelchair accessible was all “your stageshow was so unique and great.” And then I felt a little bad for ignoring him all night.Wow, totally gauche. I'm so disappointed in your temporary lapse of social conciousness. Kinda sorta. But then, my politically correct attitude probably comes from my own personal whoring with guys in wheelchairs. You know their tongues become more athletic to make up for other handicaps, right?

-Ev

Jenny
11-11-2006, 10:33 PM
Our dance area is not wheelchair accessible! It's not my fault that there is no way for me to make money off the guys in wheelchairs!

And to one of the areas - like 3 teeny, short steps. I don't know why they wouldn't put in a ramp. In fact, I'm pretty sure that in Ontario they HAVE to put in a ramp. Probably everyone is too embarrassed to take a claim to the HRC.

And - no, I didn't know that.

Jenny
11-25-2006, 07:15 PM
Okay, so Thursday night is not such a good idea. I have an early class on Friday, and I know perfectly well that they always ask to put me on schedule when I go in. I decide to be strong, to say no, to leave at midnight and that's that.

Didn't happen. I'm weak. (I know y'all can't tell from here, but I'm actually very girly insofar as I'm a pleaser. I hate telling people no). The DJ will actually beg me to go on schedule. So I do it. Because I'm weak.

The DJ has a bit of a crush on me (I'm sure he has crushes on several of the girls). So Thursday night (and this is the first thing that made me mad Thursday) he grabbed my ass. This may sound minor to you, and I really don't have issues being touched (ask Cally - the first time she met me she comes up and says hi, and I'm all, "No, come on, just hug me."). But I like it to be appropriate and timely. I do not like having my ass grabbed by near strangers when there is no economic negotiation. And, bloody hell, he is the DJ - he KNOWS that I'm not dressed that way to entice him. I've never done anything to make him think that I'm interested, and even if I had the appropriate thing to do is say "So, Jenny, maybe we can get a drink after work?" not slide his bloody hand up my goddam skirt. I am not a fucking cat. (My mum has like 6 cats. I walk into her house and pick up any cat I please, and pet it and cuddle it. The cats have no choice. No options. Nobody asks them if they mind being picked up and fondled. We just assume they like it. I am not a cat!) I kind of meant to say "What are you doing?" but all I got out was a "What?"

I sit with my first customer, and totally fall in love for about an hour. Okay, it was really an hour and a half. I had to leave within like 5 minutes to go on stage, but in that 5 minutes we managed to talk about penguins, The March of the Penguins, tonic water and the presence of quinine in tonic water. I talk really fast. I dance to an utterly ridiculous set because I didn't choose my music and the DJ was, I presume, irritable because I didn't respond favourably to his hand sliding up my legs. I return to my customer, and he tells me that every girl in the club propositioned him while I was onstage. I told him that was to be expected. He said he realized, but some of the approaches were unexpected. One girl (whom I have heard about before) sat down next to him, leaned over and started whispering in his ear "Pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy" etc. So - sidebar - what do you think? Mentally challenged? I don't even understand what is with that! I said it was an interesting approach and I would try it later in the night to see how it compared with my normal one. I forgot about until now, so I didn't. Maybe another day. We chat for a while more. I don't remember the details except that he told me that he really suspected when I sat down that I was jacked up on some kind of drug and that the first time he went down on a girl she watched a soap opera over his shoulder the whole time. We did a few dances and chatted a bit more (normally... I take off. But I was in love, albeit temporarily). All I remember of that is him asking about seeing me outside and me telling that I'm actually really bad at sex. He insisted that wasn't true (as do all my customers. Just out of curiosity - why do they think they know? I mean none of them (or very few) have had sex with me. What makes them so bloody sure? In any case he was all "You would be GREAT in bed" and I was all "No. Really. I'm totally not. I have no sense of skill or restraint. I'm just all about a lot of noise and immediate gratification." He said that he would handle the restaint part and I sighed with exasperation and said "Okay, that would just be YOU being good in bed. Doesn't really change my point at all."
See. I'm really irritating. And I still think it's funny. He thought so too, so it was okay.
He left, and I have that "Well, gosh that was fun" kind of glow and seek out my next customer.
Sit with a guy and start talking. He is not concerned that I am jacked up on a drug, is completely unaware of what makes tonic water glow and doesn't care in the slightest about penguins; and if I told him that elephants died standing up? He'd probably believe it, but wouldn't find it interesting in the slightest. I remind myself that I'm not really there to have fun, pout on the inside, and try to work out what he does care about and twist in some way to be amusing to me. We come up with South American women. Attractive? Sure! Why not? And I've always wanted to go to South America, love the literature and.... empanadas (I really don't know that much about South America, okay?) He, of course, fixates on the girls. Being very into customer service I point out our two latina girls. He isn't interested. He is very interested in the concept of the mail order bride. He informs me that a lot of women will do "anything" (heavy emphasis) for the chance to land a North American man. You don't say.
"Well," I respond, "a lot of women are facing economic conditions such that..."
"No," he interrupts, "I mean ANYTHING."
"Uh huh. Well. Many don't have a lot of better options."
"And then, when they get here, they just fucking divorce them in, like, two years."
"Well, yeah" I respond, "they've served their time and deserve their freedom just like anyone else."
"And that's why I don't feel bad when I fuck around with women down there" Jenny stares. "Because they have their own manipulative shit" Jenny wistfully remember her last customer and thinks -Oh, the HELL with this conversation-
"Okay, whatever, look - do you want a dance?" There is long pause while he stares at me.
"No" There is no pause as I get up
"Bye".

I sit at the bar and chat up the pretty waitress until a customer beckons me over (thus setting what could be become a very poor habit). I go quickly though and say something to effect of "If you are about to tell me that were trying to get the waitress, I swear you'll break my heart." He was all "So do you think you could do a dance for me?"
"No, I don't think so."
"What?" He laughs.
"Well, really, what kind of girl do you think I am, just walking around here taking my clothes for guys that haven't even introduced themselves yet?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm [insert generic guy name]"
"I'm Jenny. Okay, now let's go."

I come back to the bar and sit surveying the room, trying to decide if I would get up and hustle (like a good stripper) or sit at the bar and remain unirritated (bad stripper). I allowed myself a few extra minutes to decide and then another guy asks me over. I go and say, in the course of conversation "I wasn't going to come over here because I've seen you turn down like six other girls. That doesn't bode well"
"Well, I was waiting for you."
"Really? Oh. Well, gosh. Shucks. I mean... that's just... geez. Well, you know, I am very pretty."
"And I really like your look" (It's the fishnets, I think. Since I started wearing them I get all sorts of compliments on my "look")
"Thank you. I picked it myself.
He was fine, fun, nice and, most importantly, paid me. I went on stage again, and when i got off something happened that I am willing to bet none of you have ever seen. In fact, I'm leaving it to the end, because after it, there is really nothing else to say.

I resume my seat at the bar and the guy next to me puts his hand on my leg. I look at him and inform him that HE IS TOUCHING ME. (I'm already irritable about this. Not a cat. Also - not on a date. God. Don't go with "feelings" and stuff about this crap. Don't go with any kind of "flow". Flow in stripclubs is artificial. Just don't touch me unless we've had some negotiation that makes it okay for you to touch me. Like you don't have to buy me dinner, you don't have to be handsome, charming, interesting or have a good job. All you have to do is pay me. Not onerous. So don't fucking touch me until you've done it. Sorry. I'm okay now.) He removes his hand and asks if that was "forward" of him. I said it was. He then puts his hand back and says "And there I did it again." I am doing my best to convey through expression that although I can understand why it might have been taken as a flirtatious joke, that it wasn't a flirtatious joke and I wanted his hand off my leg tout de suite. He looked back incomprehension deep in his eyes. "I disapprove" I said. He removed his hand and asked me why. I informed him that it was generally considered impolite to paw at strangers, and the specific reason you were allowed to do it in strip clubs was attached to the exchange of money. He told me that he wouuld be careful not to touch me anymore. Like it was some kind of accident. He then went on to imply that I had lost a sale by refusing to let him paw me for free. Dude had just signed his bar tab and his pal had his coat on. As if a little leg feely was going to get him to go downstairs to buy several dances. Tool.

I was not in a hustling mood. I was in a "If someone really wants a dance, they can ask me, and I'll CONSIDER it" mood, but in a good way. Like I had made some money and had a nice time early in the night, so I didn't feel like harshing that with morons. Like I'm sure all girls feel after dancing for you guys. (and that was my suck quotient for the year. Not this year - this COMING year). Another guy called me over and asked me to dance for him.
"umm... I... Umm, I don't actually work here."
"What? Oh my god, I'm so sorry."
And that was my funniest joke of the night. I mean really. My top was from H & M, but I was wearing a skirt that barely covered my ass, thigh high fishnet stockings and spike heeled boots. My deadpan can really sell some retarded shit.

And now the thing from earlier:

There is a handicapped guy who hangs out at our club. He doesn't buy dances because none of the three areas are wheelchair accessible and presumably nobody want to go the Ontario Human Rights Commission and say that they want access to lapdances. But he is well liked nonetheless. I don't sit with him, myself, but a lot of girls do and he is always polite and friendly. I get off stage and he says that I did a lovely job as always, and I said thanks, and was taking off to put on my clothes. The guy next to him, for no apparent reason leaps on him, puts him in a headlock, starts twisting his head and generally attacking him. He was not being drunkenly jovial, if you are imagining he might have been. He was trying to hurt him. And to be clear - this gentleman is not in a wheelchair the way that people on TV are - like they don't have use of their legs, but still have perfect upper body physique. Dude has CP. He is not strong. He joked with me later "Who attacks a guy in a wheelchair - you're going to make me worse! Let's go for quadriplegia, now!" The attacker was pulled off and ejected really, really quickly. But it was the most fucked up thing I have ever seen.

Susan Wayward
11-26-2006, 06:13 AM
Um, wow. I have never seen that before.


Two scenes from tonight:

Two young women ask me if I will dance for them, together, while their two young boyfriends watch. "Why, of course," I say, and lead the four of them to the back, seating the girls on a couch and telling the guys to pull up a couple of chairs. I begin dancing for them and quickly learn one is a former dancer from VA. The other is very tipsy. They're both pretty damn cute and smell like gardenias. I'm enjoying it, they're rolling their heads back and smiling, and I say, "It would be so awesome if the two of you were making out while I was dancing for you." The former dancer looks at her friend and says, "You up for it?"
"Well, I taste like alcohol, but, yeah!"

They totally start kissing each other, I'm a little in shock at my great powers of persuasion, and the boys' jaws drop.

"Damn, I love couples," I think.


A few hours later an older female customer asks me to dance for her and her 60-something guy. We head to the back and as I'm seating them she whispers to me, "This is my john, so just keep him happy. He's paying my rent tonight so he'll take care of you."

Uhhh . . .

and again, during the dance, "Take care of my john."

And then she starts rubbing his dick through his pants.

"Ewww. I hate (unattractive) couples," I think.

Then I wonder if they're a couple just enacting a fantasy . . . but no, I am disabused of this by a bouncer who knows the other "couple" they're with, which is a woman who used to own one of the city's sketchier clubs and her date - or something.

P.S. I'm not ageist; I have a couple who are older and get dances who I totally enjoy watching fondle each other . . . I suppose I feel like only one person at a time should be paid to improve (or actuate) your sex life.

Also, my world was rocked when I got to talk about Merzbow with a customer. I bet none of you have ever done that in a strip club.

Casual Observer
11-26-2006, 07:54 PM
Also, my world was rocked when I got to talk about Merzbow with a customer. I bet none of you have ever done that in a strip club.

Not intentionally, anyway...

;)

Docido
12-01-2006, 03:51 PM
Talking about Merzbow!! Would it be too PL -ish of me if I said, "I love Susan Wayward?" I also like Masonna and Hijokaidan. 8)

Susan Wayward
12-03-2006, 05:52 AM
^^^ I drove to Atlanta (from Austin) when I was 17 to see Keiji Heino, Jim O'Rourke and Faust at the first Table of the Elements festival . . . I was, shall we say, not a popular teenager, but the record store clerks were very nice to me.

Bridgette
12-14-2006, 05:29 AM
I'M OFFICIALLY DIVORCING THE HILITER


Yes. Finally. I've had enough.
Or, I got really pissed off and told them where they could shove it. Whatever.


Walked in tonight with $36 in my pocket to cover up-front house fee, couple bartender tips for soda/water, and a couple extra $1s. 3 hours and a whole HELL of a lot of frustration, bullshit and drama later, I walked out with $21. Yes, that's -$15 for Bridgette. I have NEVER made negative money at this place. Never. I can count the times I walked with less than $200 profit on one hand.

But it's been getting harder to make money there recently, requiring more hustle, more contact, more hours, etc etc etc. The place doesn't get the crowds it used to. It doesn't get the spenders it used to. Yes it's still busy and still has decent customers, but it's nothing like it was 3 (or even 2) years ago. I've been biding my time until I can get my ass outta here. But I guess it's time to leave HL NOW.


There were 100 girls on the floor by 10:30. 100!! That place is just way too small for that. They were hiring new bitches off the street, to make matters worse, and to piss off the regular girls even more ::) Fucking clubowner pimp assholes!

I personally saw 5 new bitches get hired tonight. In the space of 30 minutes. When I complained to the manager about the overabundance of girls and them letting in even MORE bitches off the street, all he could say was "they're hot". Ugh.

Girls were fighting in the dressing room. Girls were bitching at the DJ. Girls were sitting on customers' laps forEVER for fucking NOTHING. I got to the point I went to the dressing room and announed loudly that if I saw one more stupid bitch sitting on a customer's lap for free I was gonna go kick her ass OFF his lap to give another bitch a shot. Most the girls laughed. I don't think they realized I was serious.

Some stupid cunt was caught trying to steal some other girl's money. Some other stupid cunt was caught trying to put her grubby street-bitch paws on MY money, as I freshened up to try another round of getting no fucking dances. Not that I had that much. I think I had $10 at that point and had just laid it on the counter in front of me. I yelled and smacked her hand away hard enough she got scared and ducked her thief ass out of the dressing room on the double. LOL

There were so many fucking girls, every one of the lameass dudes in there had at LEAST one chick on his lap, another waiting to pounce on him the second the other girl got up, and another girl bitching in the dressing room. The dressing room was so damned crowded you could barely move. Literally. One girl would get up off a dude's lap and another would be RIGHT there asking him for a dance one second later. Literally.

And for whatever reason, the same dudes just kept staying and staying for hours. No turnover, no fresh meat. Nothing.


So to cut a long boring story short, I finally got so pissed off I yelled and cursed at the manager as I was storming out without paying my tipouts. He tried to chase me down in the parking lot as I was driving out, saying to come back Friday, it'll be better and he'll wave my house fee, blah blah fucking blah. I yelled out the window that I'm not coming back to this fucking place anymore. He said "yeah you'll be back". Oh no. That was the nail in the coffin. To that I screamed "not after THAT dumbass comment!!!" and peeled out of the parking lot squealing tires. So dramatic. LOL

I guess maybe I was just looking for a way to make a dramatic exit. A reason to divorce the place. A reason to hate it. Because I'd been wanting to go elsewhere for a little while now. But the place is like a damned black hole - hard to get away from. Now there's no way in hell I'll go back there. I can't possibly eat those words. heh

So it's official. I don't work at HiLiter anymore. I feel almost sad.




Eh, not quite ;D

I'm going to Centerfolds tomorrow. hehe

Katrine
12-14-2006, 01:40 PM
Damn girl! Good job storming out of there! Fuck that bullshit...of course the same guys stuck around, they were getting all the free attention in the world. Best of luck in finding a new place......

Richard_Head
12-15-2006, 08:14 AM
I'M OFFICIALLY DIVORCING THE HILITER


Yes. Finally. I've had enough.
Or, I got really pissed off and told them where they could shove it. Whatever.


Walked in tonight with $36 in my pocket to cover up-front house fee, couple bartender tips for soda/water, and a couple extra $1s. 3 hours and a whole HELL of a lot of frustration, bullshit and drama later, I walked out with $21. Yes, that's -$15 for Bridgette. I have NEVER made negative money at this place. Never. I can count the times I walked with less than $200 profit on one hand.

But it's been getting harder to make money there recently, requiring more hustle, more contact, more hours, etc etc etc. The place doesn't get the crowds it used to. It doesn't get the spenders it used to. Yes it's still busy and still has decent customers, but it's nothing like it was 3 (or even 2) years ago. I've been biding my time until I can get my ass outta here. But I guess it's time to leave HL NOW.


There were 100 girls on the floor by 10:30. 100!! That place is just way too small for that. They were hiring new bitches off the street, to make matters worse, and to piss off the regular girls even more ::) Fucking clubowner pimp assholes!

I personally saw 5 new bitches get hired tonight. In the space of 30 minutes. When I complained to the manager about the overabundance of girls and them letting in even MORE bitches off the street, all he could say was "they're hot". Ugh.

Girls were fighting in the dressing room. Girls were bitching at the DJ. Girls were sitting on customers' laps forEVER for fucking NOTHING. I got to the point I went to the dressing room and announed loudly that if I saw one more stupid bitch sitting on a customer's lap for free I was gonna go kick her ass OFF his lap to give another bitch a shot. Most the girls laughed. I don't think they realized I was serious.

Some stupid cunt was caught trying to steal some other girl's money. Some other stupid cunt was caught trying to put her grubby street-bitch paws on MY money, as I freshened up to try another round of getting no fucking dances. Not that I had that much. I think I had $10 at that point and had just laid it on the counter in front of me. I yelled and smacked her hand away hard enough she got scared and ducked her thief ass out of the dressing room on the double. LOL

There were so many fucking girls, every one of the lameass dudes in there had at LEAST one chick on his lap, another waiting to pounce on him the second the other girl got up, and another girl bitching in the dressing room. The dressing room was so damned crowded you could barely move. Literally. One girl would get up off a dude's lap and another would be RIGHT there asking him for a dance one second later. Literally.

And for whatever reason, the same dudes just kept staying and staying for hours. No turnover, no fresh meat. Nothing.


So to cut a long boring story short, I finally got so pissed off I yelled and cursed at the manager as I was storming out without paying my tipouts. He tried to chase me down in the parking lot as I was driving out, saying to come back Friday, it'll be better and he'll wave my house fee, blah blah fucking blah. I yelled out the window that I'm not coming back to this fucking place anymore. He said "yeah you'll be back". Oh no. That was the nail in the coffin. To that I screamed "not after THAT dumbass comment!!!" and peeled out of the parking lot squealing tires. So dramatic. LOL

I guess maybe I was just looking for a way to make a dramatic exit. A reason to divorce the place. A reason to hate it. Because I'd been wanting to go elsewhere for a little while now. But the place is like a damned black hole - hard to get away from. Now there's no way in hell I'll go back there. I can't possibly eat those words. heh

So it's official. I don't work at HiLiter anymore. I feel almost sad.




Eh, not quite ;D

I'm going to Centerfolds tomorrow. heheI was there last week and another dancer was complaining about the same thing, she's a day girl and she said she had to stay much later than usual to make the same amount because of all the girls. Good luck with Centerfolds. Suggestion, give Bourbon Street a chance, you seem a bit reluctant to try it but I'm guessing you'd do well there (and not just on the days CP is there).

Bridgette
12-15-2006, 04:33 PM
It's not even CLOSE to as bad in the day as at night. They might have more girls than usual on dayshift due to day girls working more shifts than usual, but at night ALLLLLLL the bitches from everywhere come in. At least they can still make a little money on dayshift. At night lots of girls were going HOURS without getting even one dance.

Yes I am very reluctant to try BSC. I really think I'll hate it. I have seen *no* excitement there on either occasion I went, and that frustrates me when I'm working.

Casual Observer
12-15-2006, 10:54 PM
I guess maybe I was just looking for a way to make a dramatic exit. A reason to divorce the place. A reason to hate it. Because I'd been wanting to go elsewhere for a little while now. But the place is like a damned black hole - hard to get away from. Now there's no way in hell I'll go back there. I can't possibly eat those words.

Sometimes it takes an event like that to move on to the next stage, figuratively and literally in your case, B.

On a side note, I can't imagine an environment where there were that many girls working and the customers having any fun at all; the inevitable wanna dance syndrome would be unbearable.

Richard_Head
12-15-2006, 10:54 PM
Yes I am very reluctant to try BSC. I really think I'll hate it. I have seen *no* excitement there on either occasion I went, and that frustrates me when I'm working.It's really not that bad a place and from my recent experiences there one thing I've noticed is that if anything they have the opposite problem as the HL, too few girls (or too few girls who know how to hustle), I always see guys in there (myself included) who are dying to spend some money but not having anyone to spend it on. Plus the $20 VIP dances there are a much easier sell than the VIP dances at the HL.

I'm guessing you'll do just fine wherever you wind up though, keep us posted;).