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Bridgette
12-16-2006, 04:11 AM
Well I took Thursday night off and went into Centerfolds tonight. It was a nice change. Kickass stage, BRASS poles (unlike that stupid slick steel shit at HL), HUUUUUUGE dressing rooms (well fucking HUGE compared to the closet with mirrors at HL), a non-smoking dressing room YAY, and more space in general.
Once manager saw my first stage, his tune changed drastically from the "mebbe dayshift" crap he gave me last week when he only saw me in street clothes, to "you gonna stay here a while? why don't you stay here a while?" ;D Nice.
Custies were cool, with fewer thuggish types than HL, and PLENTY of folks buying dances. Lots of chics, but for whatever reason I was less annoyed by them than I am at HL. Maybe new club syndrome - I'm always happier at a new club, but honestly most the chics there seemed like better custies than the nightclub party hos who so often overrun HL. Like, they seemed mostly a little older and more into the strip club thing.
I'm wondering why I stayed at HL so long. I know it was the fact I practically got away with murder there, but geez, I wish I'd ventured out much sooner.
I didn't get any VIPs tonight, all $10 floor dances. I didn't really try to sell VIP though - asked a couple guys only. Seems like few guys go for it there - not many were partaking tonight anyway. I'm also not used to selling VIP since I've been at HL - it's hard to sell at HL because so many of the dumbass girls there have told all the regs it's not worth it. Morons. So I almost never ask anyone to go back there - usually they ask me if I sell it at all.
Decent stage-tipping at Centerfolds. Better than HL.
I don't really have any fun stories about tonight - I was too busy checking the place out and making what I could in the meantime. I can see good potential there. Although, I didn't get any long strings of dances like I normally do at HL. It was all 2-4 at a time. I wonder if that's due to holiday crunch time or if guys just don't buy as many in a row there.
I did get alot of moaners tonight though. I usually get more droolers, but tonight 2 out of 3 were moaners. And, moaning at weird times, like when I'd play with a nipple or something. Weird.
We shall see how it goes.
Smokeless
12-16-2006, 11:22 PM
Moaners? Droolers? Whoa! I may be a PL, but I ain't that bad. Esp. the droolers... Maybe it really is a good thing you left HL! Good luck at the new club.
Bridgette
12-17-2006, 11:35 PM
^^HHHAAAAHAHAH! I don't mind the drooling and moaning. In fact I take pride in eliciting such responses ;D :P
^^HHHAAAAHAHAH! I don't mind the drooling and moaning. In fact I take pride in eliciting such responses ;D :P
Moaning, OK I confess...I'm a soft moaner although it's usually more like purring than moaning, which just means my motor is running. But drooling??? Are you serious? That's just nasty. Put those PLs back on the short bus!
Bridgette
12-18-2006, 07:25 AM
It's not nasty if they're not drooling on ME ;D :P
Jenny
01-05-2007, 12:46 AM
Tonight? Awesome. And I'm embarrassed to say how much I made, not because it was SO terrible, but because I'm in such a good mood about the whole thing. So I'm leaving sums out of it, and just saying I had such a fun night.
So - least fun (sorry, but it was) this old guy, who is clearly trying to be sexy, and couldn't make it happen. And you could tell by the way he was acting that he used to be able to make it happen - like he was probably catnip when he was younger. But now he was just at the stage where he clearly had no idea how much hair was growing out of his ears. It sounds kind of depressing now that I'm writing it down, but at the time it was oddly endearing. The ear hair was literal - something to consider as you age. Monitor the ears. He kept saying things like "little kitty likes that" as I'm touching myself, leaving me with no viable response except "Yeah, okay, sure?" Because really - what do you respond to something like that? I am not a creative talker, so I don't even know what to do with these guys. But he was actually nice and kind of fun.
Okay. Younger guy, nicer looking. Weirdest, most awesome guy I've ever fucking met in a stripclub. Gay guy, that is (in his words) "not that gay" and is scared of vaginas (but not that scared). Many exes were trans, and is apparently confident and aggressive dating men, but shy of women. We ambled through small talk forever (just because he was so fun) before he asked for a dance; I told him that I would feel kind of nervous since he was all afraid of vaginas and stuff; he said that he would enjoy being scared for a while (I shall quote: "My mind is scared, but my dick is hard.") He said at the end that I had showed him parts of women's anatomy that he had never seen before; now considering that he dated a lot of FtM trans people AND had been strip clubs before I was incredulous, but I never did find out exactly WHAT parts. And I kind of wanted to know - like what am I flashing around that the other girls aren't? You can't have more fun than this in a strip club! I tell you. If this story is a line, it totally works, everyone should use it - fuck the mystery method, because I'm totally dying to go out with him and have sex with him and bite him in intimate non-painful places. Like, if he emailed me right now, I'd totally go.
At this point I have (honestly) had a couple of drinks, so I'm not really up to working the room (nearly empty, by the way) with any kind of plan. So, I instead go to my old stand by - complete randomness (hey, I don't drink that much and I can't hold my liquor and work at the same time. Sue me. Or don't really). So I meander randomly over to a corner and said something to the effect of "So are you guys just sitting over here hoping I would come over?" and they said something to the effect of "YOu are speaking WAY too fast". And then I was all "Okay, you just totally ruined my line. I hope you're happy." But it turned out okay. American, Southern and former military, and we talked about Guam for like 20 minutes, my legs for like 10 minutes and then the dancing. After I got off stage, we danced a couple and then I took off for a while to work the room.
Can I just say something about the way guy's with Southern accents call you "Sweetie"? It is like a morphine drip. As soon as I hear it, I'm like "Can you just address me as "Sweetie" and use it in a sentence? It'd be, like, a favour."
Working the room was a dismal failure, except for two metrosexual guys who were wildly funny and way better looking than I am (the advantage to being a stripper is that in the dark room, guys occasionally don't really realize how much better looking they are than you) who entertained me for a short while, but didn't buy dances. So after informing them that the last thing they wanted was to see an aging stripper under any kind of full lighting (i.e. outside the flattering club lights) I made my way back to the Southern guy, had a couple of drinks and he said that we could either do a couple more dances or he could just give me the money. Well, having the southern Ontario protestant work ethic and all (see Alice Munro for further explication of this), I was all "I really think we should do more dances." And I did bite him in non-painful places (ear lobe - the advantage to not having ear hair. Everyone - monitor the ear hair as you get older. People will be reluctant to tell you that you have a little ear forest. This is the principle lesson I took away from tonight), and he was completely like "You totally own me now. Do with me what you will." I don't know how much he meant that really - I didn't have opportunity to test, opting instead to go home. But can someone explain to me this thing guys have with ears? I mean, it's nice and all, but is it really the pressure point to end all pressure points?
Oh, and I did forget the point where I made one of my custy's spit his drink on the floor giving details about Cally and I working together. (Like, "so, which of these girls are your girlfriends?" Me - "Oh, I don't really have a lot of dancer friends. I have one, but she works another club. I met her on the internet, got a little drunk one night and then, you know, kind of fucked her in a VIP room") So, thanks Cal - awesome story. Although next time I might invent and throw in a couple of midgets.
Docido
01-06-2007, 04:13 AM
Awesome NATO Jenny!! It sounds like a fun night. I especially like the line, "You've shown me parts of a women's anatomy I've never seen before." I'd almost use that as signature line.
lunchbox
01-08-2007, 12:39 PM
lol, Jenny, still a bit tipsy when you wrote that?
Jenny
01-08-2007, 03:32 PM
lol, Jenny, still a bit tipsy when you wrote that?
maybe - I don't really remember now. Why - what gives me away?
A most excellent NATO Jenny.
My family is from Kentucky. I am an Ohio transplant but I can, when pressed, turn on a southern accent. The question is whether or not you could detect it as a redneck Appalachian accent or one truly from the deep, gentlemanly South. Seems as though the southern gentleman described caught your fancy. "Ya'll" and "ya'll" could in fact be distinctly different depending upon the keeness of your hearing.
FBR
Richard_Head
01-08-2007, 09:18 PM
maybe - I don't really remember now. Why - what gives me away?The part about the midget.
Jenny
01-08-2007, 09:41 PM
A most excellent NATO Jenny.
My family is from Kentucky. I am an Ohio transplant but I can, when pressed, turn on a southern accent. The question is whether or not you could detect it as a redneck Appalachian accent or one truly from the deep, gentlemanly South. Seems as though the southern gentleman described caught your fancy. "Ya'll" and "ya'll" could in fact be distinctly different depending upon the keeness of your hearing.
FBR
Well, I'm not doing a Henry Higgins; I just like it when they call me "sweetie". Honey is good too. I would press you, but you can't effectively read an accent.
RH - really, I don't need to be drunk to ramble about midgets.
lunchbox
01-09-2007, 09:02 AM
maybe - I don't really remember now. Why - what gives me away?
All of it. If I picked one part, ears.
Jenny
02-22-2007, 12:48 AM
Best thing I've heard in a while:
"I'm having a really good time, even though I know you're just shaking me down right now"
-"Shaking you down? Come on. You make it sounds like I'm the fucking Soprano's or something, beating you with a pipe."
"No, no. You're not beating me with a pipe. Except - you are a little bit."
Bridgette
02-22-2007, 05:31 AM
Oh god. Tonight was a winner. I had to REALLY go beyond my norm for this dude from LA. He approached me as I was getting down from stage - said he'd just walked in the door and thought I was just the hottest thing ever and MUST have some dances. Ok, but I've got a dude waiting for me and he's paying double for dances so I'm gonna go there first. I'll come find you shortly.
He tells me he'll find a seat at the bar and wait but that I shouldn't make him wait too long. Now, I could just tell he was money. I just KNEW it. So I went over to my double-price dance dude and did 5 dances for him, while Mr LA sat at the bar on the other side of us, watching me.
There are 3 bars in this club and each one is set up in a rectangle with a bartender in the middle. Dude was sitting just across from me on the other side. After 4 songs with Mr DoublePrice I could tell Mr LA was getting anxious so I did one more song for MrDP (no pun intended) and cut him off.
I went over to MrLA, chatted a bit, he offered a drink. Just as he was about to buy my drink some dude at another table came and sat my usual drink (he must've asked the bartender) down in front of me and walked off. Butted in front of MrLA to do it. LOL!! I KNEW it was gonna be a good night ;D
Chatted a little more with MrLA, he wanted some warmup dances. He wanted to know about VIP but wanted to know "what goes on". He wasn't asking in the typical perv way (ie, if ahain't gittin laid back thar ithain't werthit") - no, he just really wanted to know what he'd get for his money. I made it clear it would NOT be like LA or Vegas, but better than what we do on the main floor. It's total airdancing on main floor and LIGHT contact allowed in VIP. LIGHT.
Anyway, we're off to find a seat for dances. 4 songs, and he's ready for VIP. He runs to bathroom while I find the host. Into the room, and he wants to start with half hour to see what kinda performance I'll do.
I knew I'd get him to stay at least an hour. Cuz I'm good like that :P
He turned out to be one of those who likes alot of dirty talk and moaning and such in his ear. So that's what I did. For 2.5 hours. VERY little breaks. This dude was a STICKLER for getting every damn minute! I took ONE potty break for literally 5 minutes and he bitched to the floorman that he wanted to set the time back. Holy shit what a slavedriver! LOL
Anyway, somewhere on hour 2 of moaning in his ear and trying to come up with some different way to say how much I wanted him to fuck my tight wet pussy with his big throbbing cock, I got stumped. I mean, there's just so many ways you can say it. (At one point I said something stupid like "my pussy drools for you". LMAO!) I just couldn't think of another line. So I sat real close to him, moaned in his ear somemore and put my one leg over his crotchtal region. I asked him if he's a shooter or a dribbler - does he shoot when he cums or does it just dribble out. "Shooter!" with his eyes all wide.
I got a little excited here. Now, I kinda like when guys shoot rather than just dribble. It's like, more emphasis. Not just some boringass orgasm. No. To shoot is to ORGASM with gusto! Me likey.
Plus I was really excited to have found something else kinda dirty to talk about so I didn't lose my momentum. hehe. So I got all wide-eyed and asked him how far he shoots. "Sometimes 6-8 feet," he says proudly. Now I'm really excited. "Like, you could spray the wall over there?" "oh yeah baby"
And we're off. I've found something else to work on for a while. The waitress was in shortly to tell us time was up, and so he renewed for the last half hour. w00t!
By the time we were done it was 3am, he had to get up at 6:30 and I had to be on main stage like a whole minute ago! So I patted him on the butt and dove up on stage.
I wore my hot for teacher getup tonight, which I haven't worn in a LONG time. White button down shirt that fits very nicely, white lacy bra that also fits fabulously, white lacy thong and long black fitted skirt with just a slight ruffle at the bottom. And my hair bunned with a clippy so I can shake it down when dancing. I always wear glasses so it all works really well. I wear the shirt buttoned only once, down low, so my bra peeks out. Saves time in removing too ;D
MrLA told me he had literally just walked in the door when I was walking off stage so he first saw me all dressed. Nice. When I first came on shift I just went to the bar and got a diet coke with lime and sat there scoping the room. I could see guys checking me out with that "wtf is that?" look on their faces. I think they weren't quite sure what to make of me - I looked a bit non-stripperish but fucken sexy. When I got on stage and started stripping I could just see lightbulbs and hardons all around the room. LOL!! I LOVE nights like that ;D
Net: 925. Lotta payouts at this club but I ain't gonna bitch.
I say I had to go beyond my norm for this guy because I'm really not very good at dirty talk. It makes me giggle. But I had to do it all sincere and stuff for this dude. Not just for a little while. For 2.5 hours! I worked hard for my money tonight!
yoda57us
02-22-2007, 06:55 AM
Wow that was hot! Great report Bridgette. For me, the true sign of a great TR or NATO is when it makes me want to go immediately to my favorite club for a VIP room with my favorite lady....I'm calling her in a few hours to see if she's working tonight!
I'll share a line that was used on me once. Right after you ask him if he shoots or dribbles whisper in his ear "well, you are in luck baby, I'm the reason that God gave you a cock". Purring or moaning is optional...
Why am I not surprised that you can get guys to pay double for dances...;)
Bridgette
02-22-2007, 02:28 PM
Well, be sure and tell that chic who she can thank for her $ tonight. HAHA!! :P
xdamage
02-22-2007, 04:52 PM
LOL, definitely an entertaining NATO report Bridgette.
p.s. FWIW, yea, I suspected you are a shooter girl ;)
Bridgette
02-22-2007, 06:08 PM
p.s. FWIW, yea, I suspected you are a shooter girl ;)Now, what exactly would've made you think that?? :O
Casual Observer
02-22-2007, 07:09 PM
I wore my hot for teacher getup tonight, which I haven't worn in a LONG time. White button down shirt that fits very nicely, white lacy bra that also fits fabulously, white lacy thong and long black fitted skirt with just a slight ruffle at the bottom. And my hair bunned with a clippy so I can shake it down when dancing. I always wear glasses so it all works really well. I wear the shirt buttoned only once, down low, so my bra peeks out. Saves time in removing too
It's this type of attention to detail that is sorely lacking in clubs today, and why more often than not I'm completely bored and unenthralled when I hit the SC.
<S> B
Bridgette
02-23-2007, 02:46 AM
It's this type of attention to detail that is sorely lacking in clubs todayMostly because of 1) the dumbass way clubs are run these days and 2) most customers just want us to run around half naked and fling our T&A out the very second a song starts ::) So someone like me who still makes an effort sticks out and it REALLY works for those who dig it ;D
I shoulda worn the teacher getup again tonight instead of the red velvet gown. Mebbe that woulda helped, although it seemed nothing was working for the cheapass spectators we had in. We had some big porn star feature and so the crowd consisted almost entirely of brokedick porn pervs. It sucked ass.
Only notable point: 15 minutes before closing some dude in a tux pulled me over to tell me to dance for his friend - said the friend was John Cusack 3 times in 30 seconds ::) Like I fucking care, even if it WAS him. I've danced for many celebs and it's never been something I'd write home about. MrLA from last night, for example, is much more interesting :P Anyway, I danced for "Mr Cusack" and he was, as most celebs, a pain in the ass and paid crap. When the friend kept name-dropping I WANTED to just walk away - sometimes I need to remind myself to follow my instincts. But it was the end of the night and I was curious to get a closer look to see if the dude was bullshitting. He was wearing makeup and a tux, and I guess he resembles JC. Said his name was Jack. I suppose it could've been him, but either way he was a jerk.
I think the friend was a little annoyed that I was so unimpressed. LOL
Net: 198. bleh. My worst night ever at this club.
Net: 925.
Miss D walked out Friday night with 800 on her 4-8PM shift. Only 300 from me. It was a good night for her since the economy has been crap around here for a while. Maybe things are looking up finally.
Enjoyed the NATO :)
FBR
Jenny
03-15-2007, 11:36 PM
I was told tonight (by a particularly discerning and observant customer) that I seemed "a little high strung." At which I looked sideways at the girl sitting next to me and replied "Ya think?" I mean I talk at 2.5 times the speed of the average person, laugh at everything and move around and gesticulate wildy as I speak. And I'm not on any drugs. Well, I take vitamins. But that's not the same thing.
I was also informed, at one point in the night, by another impressively astute customer that I had legs. And then - he looks at me expectantly. Waiting on a reply. And really - I just don't have one for that. Because "Yes, Captain Obvious - they do keep my torso from dragging along the ground as I walk" seemed... rude. It was like "State the Obvious" day at my club.
I was also told that I look like Maggie Gyllenhaal. Which I don't. But I appreciated it anyway because, well, you know - I'd like to. Strippers are flattery junkies, I tell you. We need a certain amount every day just to feel normal. (BTW - please use this information for good and not evil).
GenWar
03-16-2007, 05:44 AM
(BTW - please use this information for good and not evil).
*ahem* consider your audience. :-\
I mean, you knew you needed to say something when you issued the original statement, but, at this stage, it was really too late to mitigate. The damage was done. ;)
-gen
xdamage
03-16-2007, 06:33 AM
Strippers are flattery junkies, I tell you. We need a certain amount every day just to feel normal.
Now who is being Captain Obvious? ;D
lunchbox
03-16-2007, 08:41 AM
Jenny, you have nice keystrokes.
xdamage
03-16-2007, 10:53 AM
Jenny, you have nice keystrokes.
Yes, and exceptionally nice punctuation.
Jenny
03-17-2007, 01:47 PM
Jenny, you have nice keystrokes.
Oh. Gosh. Shucks.
Thanks. You know, I only dance, like, once a week - so this really helped me get through my day.
Oh. Gosh. Shucks.
Thanks. You know, I only dance, like, once a week - so this really helped me get through my day.
Hahahaha
I love it when Jenny gets in her aw gosh shucks gee wilikers personna :) I bet in reality she is a wiley stripper who knows how to knock the custys defenses down :P
FBR
Jenny
03-17-2007, 05:44 PM
Persona? Persona you say? Surely - surely FBR, you are not suggesting that I am anything less than genuine?
Docido
03-21-2007, 04:41 PM
Jenny, genuine is the new fake. ;)
Jenny
03-23-2007, 01:49 PM
So last night: my first customer:
Customer: "What the cover charge for?"
Me: "Um... I guess so that the club can take your money? I don't know; I don't set it."
C: "That's a lot of money"
M: "Okay. [He's latched onto my hand, so I'm getting mixed signals here] So... do you want to pay it? I can't negotiate the cover charge. I don't collect it.
C: [stares]
M: "Um. We can do no-contact dances, for a substantially smaller cover charge..."
C: "What's the difference?"
M: "Well... they're no contact"
C: "Can I touch you?"
M: "No. Zero contact" [I was very proud of myself there; the synonym for "no" I thought might explain it]
C: "If I pay the cover I can touch you?"
M: "Yes."
C: "Where?"
M: "Are you kidding me with this?" [and I was looking at his friend thinking "Am I being made the object of fun, here? Because I'm a girl and stripper and a feminist - you had better be expecting a hyper sensitive prima donna, alright? Are you prepared for that?]
C: "How about if I pay the cover, and you do a free dance?"
M: "Um... No."
C: "Can I touch your butt?"
M: "ye... yes." [Now this is going to be contentious later. And notice the hesitation - I should have gone with that.]
Upstairs
The dude starts ripping my clothes off - I'm all - "Look, I'll do it, this is not a problem; getting naked was always the plan" and he's all - "You're wasting valuable fractions of seconds of my naked time!"
I sit on his lap and he starts scrubbing me across his lap like I'm a wash cloth, and he's like a Catholic that has just masturbated and feels unclean. I told him that he was actually hurting my delicate flesh and did [I]not tell him that there was no point since he wasn't even hard (seriously, I have no idea WHAT he was trying to prove, but it was gross) and asked him just to let me work (this was all in like 6 seconds from landing on the couch). I stood up to take my pants off and bent over and was all DUDE! If you want the speculum view, a) I'LL do it - I don't need your help and b) keep your fucking nose out of there. I HAVE nerve endings. I know what you're doing. Next we had this conversation:
M: What are you doing? Stop that! [Now - to be clear - I KNEW what he was doing. It's just that sometimes, when you are under stress you don't really express yourself as clearly as you otherwise might. Although for this exchange, what I lacked in sophistication, I made up for in volume. People actually drifted over to listen]
C: You said I could touch your butt
M: I meant that you could grab my ass, not try to anally finger me.
C: Oh, I wasn't.... I was just...
M: Yes you were! It's MY ass. I know what you are doing. I can feel it.
C: You moved really fast and I slipped...
M: Are you seriously trying to tell me that you were just sitting there and I came along and rammed my ass against your finger? Because I don't think that sounds likely. This is not something that happens accidentally okay?
C: I wanted to...
M: Do you know what? Please just keep your hands out of my orifices. This will all go a lot smoother. [Have I mentioned that I have no shame in completely ruining everyone else's lapdance experience? Nobody can concentrate]
Customer promptly begins touching my pubic region
C: That's not your vagina
M: Yeah, my pubic hair counts. Don't do that [and I actually slap his hands. Which is technically assault]
C: But it's not an orifice.
M: Look. This isn't fucking brain surgery, okay? If it's normally covered by a thong, don't fucking touch it, alright? God!
So. Only sold him two dances (which can't really be surprising when I've essentially called him a retard). And I came down the stairs. Walked up to the bar and said to a girl standing there that they were the most repulsive dances I have ever done. And I pointed. And I seriously don't think he even had the sensibility to be embarrassed.
UtahMike
03-25-2007, 11:49 PM
I am thinking of the time that the dancer stretched out across my lap and the knuckle of my left pointer finger touched her between the shoulder blades. She sat up and snarled, "There's no touching!" So I apologized, but she bitched at me a while longer, saying I was old enough to know better. Then she went back and told all the other dancers that I was touching them, and nobody would give me another LD all night long.
So--why didn't you blackball this guy for what he did?
lunchbox
03-26-2007, 06:36 AM
So--why didn't you blackball this guy for what he did?
location location location
xdamage
03-27-2007, 07:57 PM
So--why didn't you blackball this guy for what he did?
This is an interesting question - certainly sounds like he moved into the realm of that's a fucking nough - it's not worth the $$s.
Jenny
03-27-2007, 08:00 PM
So--why didn't you blackball this guy for what he did?
Well for one thing it would violate anti-competition laws.
Jenny
05-13-2007, 06:37 AM
Okay. I have a NATO worthy story.
I'm at work, and it is late. I'm half-heartedly chatting up a customer, and honestly I don't care if I do the dance or not. I'm just waiting to do my last show so I can go home and he's weird and interesting and (okay, I admit it) cute. (I know, I know. I normally disapprove of finding customers cute. But it was late. I was tired. And he wasn't irritating me.)
There is a new girl in my club; we had talked briefly earlier in the night. I was nice to her, gave her the club info, etc. Because we're actually quite nice to each other in my club (there is apparently some kind of cattiness/competitiveness between the two dressing rooms, but I don't know much about that). So she marches over to our table plunks down and starts chatting up my customer. Now - normally this would me really mad. However, she is in her late 30s (at least) and tells a really hard luck story, AND is hammered. Like, really. Apparently she has been dancing for two weeks. And she was somewhat confused about the turn her life had taken ("I used to live in Milan with a rock star, and now I'm living in Toronto trying to write a murder mystery, living with an ugly dog" (like, a canine, not a guy)). So I was all "Wow. It must be hard being you. I just don't have it in me to get mad at someone so pitiful." So I sat there all "sing it sister!" and "I know, it's just so damn hard!" and customer is nudging me under the table all "is this for real?" (Again, normally I disapprove of customers making other dancers the object of fun; but it was late. I was tired. And she was writing her own damn material). After a while of this she leans forward and says (ahem):
"Do you know what would make my night perfect?"
(now - really - what are you expecting here? How surprising can this possibly be, you might ask?)
"No, what?" he asks. (and I don't think he's expecting to be surprised either).
But...
(duh duh duh!)
She answers "If you don't go home with this stupid bitch."
And then I started giggling hysterically. And excused myself. So, I guess she got what she wanted then, and I do kind of hope her night was perfect.
Richard_Head
05-14-2007, 11:18 PM
^^^LOL, WTF :O, nice NATO.
xdamage
05-15-2007, 04:32 PM
She answers "If you don't go home with this stupid bitch."
damn, we've had our differences, but why the fuck is she giving you shit?
Jenny
05-17-2007, 09:59 PM
I think she was confused about something or other. I don't know. The randomness was what made it funny. Also - it's not like I was going to ask. I don't go home with EVERY customer I talk to. Just, like, every third customer. Although tonight a guy actually - yes, actually offered to (ahem) put me in his movie. Yes! Really! The only thing that marred the comic perfection of that moment was the knowledge that at least one girl working in my bar would be dumb enough for that line.
Bridgette
05-18-2007, 04:49 AM
She answers "If you don't go home with this stupid bitch."Was she that drunk or what? WTF??? LOL
xdamage
05-18-2007, 08:45 PM
I think she was confused about something or other. I don't know. The randomness was what made it funny..
Hmmm I guess I see the humor but I can't help but feel protective of you. I feel like beating this biatch up. Not that we've always gotten along, but we have a special, well established, not getting along relationship ;) She just seems to have come out of the blue with being a biatch towards you. Not right!!!
evan_essence
05-20-2007, 06:00 PM
Ugh. Great story. But a large part of me is rooting for her to get what she deserves in exchange for that bit of crassness. And with behavior like that, she will one way or the other.
-Ev
Damn :( No NATO's since Jenny's hilarious report of May 13? Surely some of you ladies (vets and newbies alike) have new stories to tell. I mean, is it fair that you come downstairs, get in some free ball busting workout exercise in Shop Talk and Holy Grail and then not even be willing to buy a drink and tip a little?
FBR
lestat1
08-06-2007, 04:31 PM
^^^ Yes! This is one of my favorite threads. I find the NATO reports, even when ordinary to the ladies, quite fascinating.
I didn't want to do this, but meet Niles the NATO Mouse. You don't want to hurt Niles, do you?
http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid=13645&stc=1&d=1186443016
Jenny
08-06-2007, 05:51 PM
Aw. That is a cute mouse. However, nothing has happened since May 13; except that guy who tried to break my hand, but that wasn't a very nice story.
miabella
08-07-2007, 01:44 AM
i do this for the, erm, mousie. a NATO from back in the day, kinda long...
It was a Sunday, and management still had trouble getting girls in to work in because the customer count was so low. But it was a hidden-treasure night at that time, because the handful of girls (including me) who worked it regularly knew those few customers spent heavily.
I came in around 7ish, maybe 8, and was ready to hit stage about ten minutes later. To start work I put on lotion and changed into skripparGear, which is not an involved process.
I don't remember what I danced to for first stageset, but it was pretty likely Santana, one of my preferred choices on slower shifts. Black Magic Woman and Corazon Espinado always kind of leave me in a relaxed yet expectant mood when I exit stage to start hustling for dances.
There were no takers right away, but I never relied on that. My club attracted a lot of Mexican customers on Sundays, and they rewarded my slightly ambiguous looks and music choice with stage tips for that set and another one nearly an hour later. So I worked the room, but did a lot of dressing-room time.
By the time my second set ended, I saw these random white guys come in and settle down, bringing a case or two of Budweiser with them. My club was 18+, BYOB and utterly nude. They tipped amidst setting up. I came and sat down with them, as I had not with anyone else.
Turns out they were Halliburton contractors who'd been given bonuses to basically blow on whatever, such as strippars. They were there to show their underage (19) friend a good time on his dime. He was the only one who had the full bonus left. Also he was from Cumbria, a border portion of Wales. A bit on the round side, he was a cute little thing.
I hung out for about twenty or so minutes before explaining to them that nude dances involved buying wristbands for all, although topless table dances were also available on the floor. Now this was a group of about five guys. Every single one of them thought I was hot. The Cumbrian thought I was the awesomest.
Unilaterally, the decision was made to open a tab and get wristbands for all, with me providing dances to pretty much everyone in the group. His friends were more the young GQ variety, but I was happy to dance for them all (though I specially liked the Cumbrian since Welshman aer hawt and his accent was omg keen).
Several of the other girls observed me sitting with this group and also observed them getting a round of wristbands and tried to poach. It was understood at my club that if I was sitting with a group of young white guys, they probably had money and lots of it. A slim, extremely flexible, extremely alcoholic older stripper did succeed in dragging one of the guys to the VIP area. She got the price of three dances for her, er, efforts.
I did dances for all the rest, but focused on the Cumbrian, who limited his friends' dances so I could give him more. His friends got extra dances with me by paying cash.
I really loved dancing completely naked, and they all went back with me separately and came out saying the same sort of thing: 'You should go get dances with her, but I'd really prefer if you just gave me your turn'. I assured them all the night had ample time for me to care for them all, so to speak. And I did enjoy them all. They had money, they were young and attractive, and they were the only customers not expecting sex. (The guy who did accept the extras from limber-girl was offered them and was sorry he took them).
And there was enough time. Towards the end of the night, but long before closing, the Cumbrian cashed out his tab and paid me. He felt every penny was worth it and just wished he hadn't felt male-obligated to lend my dancing to his friends.
But when one of my favourite dancers of all time saw the money owed me while cashing in ones, she said 'Girl, you fucked for that money!'
I started to explain to her how dancing for several separate guys could indeed equal providing a fuck in VIP in terms of raw dollars, especially over several hours, but she just shook her head and wandered off.
I gave the Cumbrian my dancer-email as he left and he sent me notes for many months.
It was one of my best nights ever, in terms of cash, relaxation and ease. I just sat around, pretended to drink Budweiser, and danced periodically for an assortment of delightful young gentlemen.
SportsWriter2
08-07-2007, 04:36 AM
I came in around 7ish, maybe 8, and was ready to hit stage about ten minutes later. Oooh my, that was a gem. In and out in 10 minutes is hot!
Katrine
08-07-2007, 10:46 AM
Is that so uncommon? I was always quick do get out on the floor. Great NATO mia!
SportsWriter2
08-07-2007, 04:14 PM
Is that so uncommon?
Not for sports girls, but girls who do foundation make-up and raccoon eyes take 30-60 minutes. :O