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IACali
01-07-2005, 01:16 PM
deleted..... by moi
IACali
01-09-2005, 04:23 AM
Worked at a club I've never worked at in a town 45 minutes away. Slow, slow, slow, nothing new, January in Iowa sucks the big hairy nuts.
Really nice girls, did a bunch of party favors, drank most of a bottle of patron gold with my friend (girlfriend?). Twas fun. I actually did okay, at least compared to some of the other girls.
The club is optional nudity, I was on stage twice (three songs on three different stages) and did go nude on the last stage the first time, not the second.
Three private areas, Private area one is one-way touching, topless only, $15. Private area two is topless or nude, topless is one way touching, nude is no touch either way, $15. Makes no sense to me why the nude isn't $20 but it's not. VIP is full contact except pussy while topless, no touch nude, $25. That's where I did most of my dances, it's acceptable to flash during a topless as long as you're not completely on his crotch while doing it.
I made a point of introducing myself to several bouncers and asking clarifying questions about the rules, as I've never worked full-contact before and wanted to make sure I wouldn't get in trouble accidentally. Figured the bouncers would go easy on me if I kissed their asses first. One of our exchanges:
Me: can I straddle?
Bouncer: yeah, straddling's fine.
Me: What about grinding?
Bouncer: yeah, you can grind. we encourage that sort of thing here.
That about set the tone for my night. I didn't venture too far beyond my usual comfort zone, just grinded a little more than at my home club (where I do the three-count). Had fun flashing - I'm a huge tease.
By the end of the night pretty much the whole dressing room (one of two) was taking turns going into the bathroom for fun stuff. It was out of control and fun but no money. Big surprise - drunken messed up dancers, not wanting to work? :eyesroll
Tally:
Arrived at work: 930
Cattle call: 10
Shots of Patron Gold: countless
Shots of apple pucker to counteract tequila: countless
Stage one: $13
Stage two: $9
Double nude dances with cute girl: 3 ($45 - isn't that ridiculous??)
Other dances: um...... 9ish? $175ish?
House fee: $35
DJ tip: $13
Bouncer tip: $6
Party favors: $100 ($50 I brought from home)
Walked with: $182
I don't think I added right. Oh well, fuck it. Continuing on....
Drive home: 45 min
Where I was: cuddling with girl in backseat :D
Where I am now: in her computer room talking to you dipshits instead of making out with her. Am I a dumbass or what.
Actually, too wired to makeout right now. Chill me out, junkies!! Bestow your funniness and talkiness so I can tone the fuckiness down!!
Love you all. HI KAT!!
Cali
doc-catfish
01-09-2005, 08:47 AM
Where I was: cuddling with girl in backseat :D
Where I am now: in her computer room talking to you dipshits instead of making out with her. Am I a dumbass or what.
That depends on whether we get a follow up on what happened after you typed this.
;)
One of these days when the weather warms up, I'm gonna have to get my rube ass back up your way.
Lilith
01-15-2005, 02:09 PM
Cali writes a good report; the scoreboard is genius. I've decided, however, that I do not want to know what a "party favor" could be. Let's preserve whatever naivety I have remaining.
Drumroll please. After six months out of the stilettos (damned near to the day), Lilith has returned. Booyah. Now I need to relearn how to type with fake nails.
Friday
Good god almighty, I missed this shit.
To say that lately Fridays suck is an understatement. It not only sucks, it's a waste of good makeup. Last Friday I walked with the grand sum of twenty-five dollars. Pathetic. I was optimistic and working until the last second, knowing that it only takes that one fellow to turn a profit. Never did find him. Thus did I head to work last night with expectations of nothing more than paying my bar fee. Fridays suck.
Oi, and then I walked into the bar and it was as if the heavens opened and the Gods, they did smile down upon me. Place was packed out... at 6:30P. Dressing room was even worse: due to Himself's executive order that Fridays and Saturdays were mandatory for all girls, I had to get dressed in the one spot of floor space available, which was the spot behind the door. Girls were standing on chairs to get dressed. Looked like a 40-person game of naked Twister. I am supremely absentminded and always (always) forget something at home. One would think that by now I would know what needs to go in my bag but no, something always gets left at home. Last night it was my makeup bag. Luckily I had put most of it on at home, so I just had to work without lipstick. Oh well.
I made it in time for the early bar fee and went on stage almost immediately. The house was packed and we had oodles of girls, so it went straight to two girls on stage. Stage tipping was plentiful. Just missed (yay!) having to go to the third stage, which opened right after I finished my set. My modus operandi is to run around thanking the tippers straight off my set, before hitting the dressing room, and I got not one but two requests for dances. Hoorah. Nice way to start the night. Made a bit to add to the garter and went looking for Velvet at the bar. She was actually on stage- totally never happens. She is so spoiled.
Was chatting with Starr at the front bar when we were approached by a pair of "65 and sowing my wild, shriveled oats" types. The wives were out of town. They had a lot of money and pot. I declined the latter and reminded them that the former is why we had a champagne room. Cue much embarrassment and buying me drinks, coupled with protests that they really aren't the bad sort and meant no insult (... blah blah blah...). Didn't stop them from propositioning every girl on shift, gradually lowering their standards from the hotties to the warm bodies. Velvet dubbed them HookerBob One and Two. Last I saw they were working on a wife of a local motorcycle gang member. Ha! Velvet and I thought that was funny as hell.
Second Friday of the month is costume night; I didn't succumb but it was kind of fun to watch. We had a referee, a Hooters girl, a Hawaiian (complete with seashell top and mini grass skirt), a rollergirl on skates (on stage too! Double tough), pair of geishas, pair of Greek goddesses, a hippie and the requisite school girls, cheerleader, and teacher. One gal said her costume was that of a future ex-wife.
It wasn't that great an improvement in business, but it was an improvement. Maybe a third of the shift didn't get a single dance ands our top earner got 16, which means maybe 400 or 450 take home. It was a night where you had to sift through two dozen guys to find the one customer who wanted one dance- rinse, repeat and hope for the best.
Katrine
01-15-2005, 02:29 PM
Goodies!!! Lilith returns! Ladies, we've got some storytelling to do! I smell a publishing deal in the future for another one of those stripper story books, short prose style!
I have lots of Vegas tales to tell, but I will rehash when I am not paying $6 for 15 minutes internet.
Muahs to all ;)
SportsWriter2
01-15-2005, 02:44 PM
Lilith, I love the way you and some other dancers name guys on the fly. And the names are always on the mark. :)
WB Lil ;D Thanks for the NATO!
FBR
Moneywise
01-17-2005, 12:19 AM
WB Lilith. We missed your stiletto strutting rump. :P
MW
doc-catfish
01-17-2005, 06:18 PM
To say that lately Fridays suck is an understatement. It not only sucks, it's a waste of good makeup. Last Friday I walked with the grand sum of twenty-five dollars. Pathetic.
Ahh, the thought of being able to octuple a dancer's nightly take home on my meager budget. Never in the right place at the right time I guess.
And yes, Fridays (and Saturdays as well) do suck, although my grievance with them is somewhat different.
http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=40555
Glad to see you back in the saddle ma'am. This thread got a little lonely for awhile, but between you, Katrine, and Cali, its good reading once again. "Booyah" indeed.
:cheers:
Casual Observer
01-17-2005, 09:37 PM
Much thanks to all the dedicated ladies that keep this thread alive.
<S>
IACali
01-18-2005, 11:58 AM
WB Lilith!!
Re: party favors....
This past weekend was a bit out of control. I'm taking a hiatus - starting with a month and hopefully longer than that. I have no problem with the occassional imbibing, but it's started to become more negative than positive, as in:
*cannot/do not work without it
*spending too much money on it
*not making as much money when on it
*wasting the next day away sleeping because of it, therefore not spending QT with my daughter
Plus, spring semester starts today and I need to get my shit together. I'm counting on you all here to encourage me to stay on my hiatus!!
So, the NATO's. Not even worth writing about this week. Thurs was am night at one of my clubs and I took a friend N to do it. She's 32, drop dead gorgeous, danced in Chicago and retired 8 years ago. Recently separated from hubby and needs cash fast.
She won, of course. I worked but didn't make shit bc was pretty much just paying attention to her, plus 5 of my housemates and friends came in to see me and we sat around and shot the shit for most of the night. That was ok, bc I was scheduled for Friday. I walked with around $120.
Friday. N and I both worked. I didn't do a single private dance. Stage tips and dollar dances alone allowed me to walk with $72.
I have NO idea what was wrong. It wasn't packed, but wasn't dead either. Got good responses on stage. Asked for dances/cast a line for all my tippers. Walked around after and thanked them. Did dollar dances (which I rarely do). Sat and talked, but not too much. I was in a good mood. Good music. Good outifts. I just don't know.
That's irritating. Not a single MF dance? Grrr. Karma, somehow, I suppose. Wonder what I did when to piss off the money gods?
As a side note, someone wrote about me negatively on SCL for the first time ever. I laughed for a full day. Funny thing is, he portrays me as a lyin cheatin hustler, which EVERYone at my club will say I'm not...... and he somehow manages to still make me sound like a great lapdance. Tee-hee. I bet it's good advertising. I'll let you know next time I work there. :D
love
cali
SportsWriter2
01-18-2005, 06:20 PM
I'm counting on you all here to encourage me to stay on my hiatus!!
You have my encouragement. I certainly want to see you do well, because you're one of my favorite writers. :)
IACali
01-19-2005, 04:00 AM
Worked tonight, last minute. Went in at 730. Did my first set in my long black and silvery gown to Puddle of Mudd. Good tips.
Got off stage, went to sit with two custy's I know. Did a couple of dollar dances and they bought me a drink. Waitress came over and let me know that a custy across the room asked for me.
Talked with Request Custy for two songs, he bought me a drink. Did 4 private dances ($80). Changed and did second stage set, do FRANK SINATRA in black vintage lace top and panties. Kicked ass. Sat with Request Custy for two songs, drank another drink. Did 4 more privates ($80).
On way to dressing room, custy stops me and complements me on Sinatra set. Thank him, set up private for after third stage set. Change into school girl outfit. Third stage dance to Sweet Child of Mine and Paradise City. Grab custy, do 2 privates ($40).
Get drink with friend C and her twice-a-year-regular from out of town. Do 6 double private dances ($120).
I'm the last girl on the stage tonight (I'm always the last girl up, I swear!!). Wear neon blue chain-y booty shorts outfit and dance to Paul Oakenfold.
House fee: $20
DJ: $15
Bouncers: $7 to one and $5 to the other
Waitress who pointed me to custy: $10
Bar: $5
Walked with: $249
Ketel One Lime Drops (bar out of lemons.... gggrrrr): 6......ish??
Cigs: lots
Custy's: super nice and respectful
Kisses: (from friend C during double privates): 2 good ones snuck when bouncer wasn't looking
Extracurriculars that I'm on a hiatus from: NONE
yippee skippers.
love
cali
hey all,
read about this thread in the pink forums, and thought it was a great idea. does anyone mind if i join in and do some recounting of my own nights? It seems rare that I really get to talk about the details of my night without someone getting annoyed/offended/wierded out or whatever else...
Richard_Head
01-19-2005, 09:56 PM
hey all,
read about this thread in the pink forums, and thought it was a great idea. does anyone mind if i join in and do some recounting of my own nights? It seems rare that I really get to talk about the details of my night without someone getting annoyed/offended/wierded out or whatever else...
Welcome Izzy, everyone's welcome to contribute, report away :D !
CalifSCVisitor65
01-19-2005, 10:38 PM
hey all,
read about this thread in the pink forums, and thought it was a great idea. does anyone mind if i join in and do some recounting of my own nights? It seems rare that I really get to talk about the details of my night without someone getting annoyed/offended/wierded out or whatever else...
Please do Izzy. Always makes for fascinating reading. Thanks for coming over.;D
awesome guys.... you rock :)
SportsWriter2
01-20-2005, 06:38 AM
Iz, the blue brothers are "annoyed/offended/wierded-out proof." PLUS, if you want to erase it later, that's fine, too. It's all good. :)
Lilith
01-20-2005, 09:53 AM
Wednesday
Still don't know what to think of this one. I had a customer (older businessman, my favorite) wrapped in a neat little package and stuffed in my back pocket. He was just warming up to dropping serious change when the damned DJ calls me to stage. Now, my DJ knows me well enough that later in the night I'll ignore him and he knows that means I'm busy. But this was right after my shift started and Hootie (Seig Heil!) has been riding his ass about not skipping girls. Mr. Radios had been in on Friday and liked our new girl then, so he told me to send her his way and he'd see me as soon as I got off stage. He did a dance with her and then (his words- he confessed) wandered the bar looking for me. We found each other and were warming up again when the new girl came back over. So he took off with her. I'm thinking, what the hell? I had him, I know I did. Annoyed me for a good hour, that did, but no worries. I had people waiting on me anyway. But fuckit, I know I got only a tenth of what he had. Ahhh, I hate to see a wallet walk away still full.
But you have to learn to let these things go. Back to work.
Stage sucked. Customers sucked. By the end of the night I ached all over; too many non-cooperative customers to sit down, if a girl didn't keep moving, keep hustling, she wouldn't make anything. I found a few more guys (Viva Canadians! Eh?) but it was the great dance tips that saved my night.
Y'all surely remember my posts from last year at this time. January sucks. I did far better than last Wednesday, but still killed my nightly average.
Moneywise
01-20-2005, 10:04 AM
January only sucks until the income tax checks start rolling in. In the day of RALs and instant money refunds it shouldn't be long before the benjis start rolling back in. Hang in there beautiful one.
IACali
01-22-2005, 03:48 AM
Friday night at club #2 - been working here siginificantly more than home club, due to SO FUCKING slow there.
My girl Mystique (who just signed up for the pink site, btw) and I got a ride from a friend and former bouncer at the club. Good thing, bc it started snowing/sleeting just as we left home. I hate winter. :(
slow night, only did 3 private dances, but got good money on stage. walked with about $150. got fairly drunk, took care of a couple even drunker girls, that was most of my night.
my manager and I hung out and played with his laptop for a while, cropped some pics he has of me that will soon be on the webpage. will post them when they're up. they're actually really good - I'm not very photogenic but on stage I don't pay attention to the camera and he got some good shots of my body. Can't wait to show them off to you all. :D
my night was not exciting in the least but I can report on a few other dancer dramas.....
Nadia got a wad of money put into her garter while on stage... counted it in the dressing room and it was $260. went out to the floor and the custy was gone. that's hot - she prolly made the most of anyone tonight, without even trying. :)
Sassy had a reg come in who gave her diamond earrings and a harley-davidson ring last week. her fiance was there as well (my opinion, a bad idea, but he usually drives her and hangs out at the club :shrug: ) and picked an emotional fight with her about her taking off her engagement ring to work and accepting expensive jewelry. THEN she was playing pool with reg and he accidentally poked her in the eye with his pool cue (no idea how that happened, I wasn't around). He felt awful and paid her fine to stop working for the night and for a new contact (hers tore in half with the poke) and gave her sympathy money on top of it.... fiance wanted to kick reg's ass for a while... eventually toned down and i think it worked out okay... Sassy was miserable all night though.
Mystique got tanked and by 10 we were trying to talk her into just paying the fine to not work for the rest of the time bc she was lying on the floor of the dressing room pretty much unable to function. She got stubborn on us and somehow pulled out of it - finished the whole night and did okay. Didn't make much money but didn't get in trouble for being trashed, either.
I met a kick-ass female customer who works at a tax place and is going to help me sort out alll my taxes (going legit this year).
The night pretty much flew by. Out friend/driver drove Mystique and I home, we had to drop off a passed out dancer first, at a house we didn't know how to get to. The normally 30 min drive took well over a dancer (fucking snow!!)
That's about it.
OH! Checked out a pimpin apartment today that one of my regs (and HGs) owns. He's gonna hook me up for a sweet price. Will be moving within a month. Very excited.
Going to Chicago tomorrow to drop a friend at OHare. Staying with another friend for the night. Should be fun. Will be back on SW and SCJ early next week!!
love
cali
SportsWriter2
01-22-2005, 02:58 PM
Cali, we would love to hear a short "what I remember" report from Mystique. :O
Izzy, you can report on getting your nipples pierced, too. Did the clamping or piercing hurt more? Did you pass out or just cry? :O
DancerMystique
01-22-2005, 03:14 PM
*heh* I remember...very little. Don't know really *how* I made it through the shift. At least I didn't fall off the stage. ;) Thank you, Cali, for dealing with my drunken ass rolling around on the floor being stubborn. Had a good time once I calmed down from the initial showing up @ club and wanting to dismantle a couple of the girls.
Managed to sober up enough though to dance, not make a complete ass of myself on the dance floor, and walked with more than I went in there with. Which is always a plus, considering from what I remember, it was pretty quiet in there last night.
Am supposed to work tonight, but SO not motivated. Alas.
Katrine
01-23-2005, 06:22 AM
Boy I'm tired, but it was a good night in Austin on this mid-January Saturday. Tons of guests, many groups of kids and couples but I have that down.
I spent most of the evening in VIP doing double danced with a 5'8 Chilean beauty with an incredible lean body and thick succulent nipples. The customer was attractive as well and a gentleman. We even got our cutie waitress to join us for 3 on 1.
At one point cutie custy wanted me to dance for his bud but the skinny bitch on his lap totally blocked and said no. As a pro I turned the other cheek until he asked again later and the puta cock blocked again. This time my waitress was there and she takes no shit. We moved flaca to our couch and I did my dance. Needless to say, she looked like a total ass to my customer and the other dancer. They were impressed at how elegantly I handles her. I waned to badly to talk shit to her but its not my stye. Lots of fun in our new expanded VIP. Lots of room to do extras on a quieter night, which wasn't this evening.
As soon as I left, its like I has some kind of sexiness phermone going, or maybe it was the animal print dress. I didn't even have to hustle, I was requested for every dance. The clincher: at least 80% of my er, victims, were women, some of them hot women. Mmmm, dykiness in effect.
As soon as that was over I got called over by a HUGE group of kiddos, ages 20-23 (it was after 2am) that got dance and dance since they were mushed together in front.....
I worked until about 4am. Ony my way out I ran into the bigmouth brother of one of my bellydance instructors who directed a company I was a part of. Shit....there goes my waning bellydance career in Austin. Its ok, I still have my regular gigs and am burnt out to hell on it....let everyone know....his little cousin works at Joy anyway. From what I remember, she was a very chubby Brazilian, maybe aggied would like her.......
Total work: almost 7 hours
Drinks: 3-4 jager bombs earlier on
EBT: about $780, but I tipped out very well to everyone, around $100.
Very phyically draining. These are the nights where I can see honing big money regs and sugar daddies could be worth it. I am a great stripper, almost too good. My show is highly saught after, but it wouldn't hurt to be back in Vegas where VIP was $200 for half hour, plus I always got a tip and was able to talk some of the time....
But hey, Texas is THE best value for customer lapdances, and I just love management. If anyone ever goes up ther, ask for Angela or Paige for waitresses, and a certain hot 5'8 brunette named Giselle with skin like velvet......mmmmmmmmmm
Susan Wayward
01-23-2005, 09:35 AM
Kat, hopefully I'll be seeing you there in March; I'll be back in Austin from about the 1-22nd and want to come work at P10. I've gotten used to clean carpets and don't want to go back to XTC.
Yesterday I had promised a guy a dance right before I got on stage. Another guy tips me while I'm there, and requests that I come over. Being about 4pm on Saturday afternoon, this makes up about 40% of the entire customer base at the time. I tell guy #2 "I have to take care of someone first; I'll be right back." He says OK, then as soon as I lead #1 to the couches, up and leaves. Damn. Wouldn't bother me so much if there were more than five freaking customers in the club.
Last Monday, MLK Day, I asked a customer if he was having a good holiday. "Well, I'm not black," he said./:O
A few weeks ago, I danced for some suit. After the first, I ask him if he'd like more. "Hey, baby, it's your lucky day," he says. "You're dancing for one of the wealthiest men in Dayton! :laughing: Go for it." The big spender's final total? Three dances, no tip. Hah!
The girls here are crazy. I mean, I think several of them are bipolar. It is endlessly amusing to me. "I can't wait to get out of this motherfucking John Deere driving pissant no money town," one of them said to me in the bathroom. "I sewed my pussy shut before I came back here."
Work continues to be slow here; I'm probably going to check out Columbus soon if it doesn't improve. I will be working on Hilton Head in a couple of weeks and am so desparately looking forward to some sunshine. And money.
Susan Wayward
01-23-2005, 09:40 AM
Very phyically draining. These are the nights where I can see honing big money regs and sugar daddies could be worth it. I am a great stripper, almost too good. My show is highly saught after, but it wouldn't hurt to be back in Vegas where VIP was $200 for half hour, plus I always got a tip and was able to talk some of the time....
So true. You have to work for every dollar; not a lot of tipping on top of the dances. Though I find that experienced female clubbers tend to tip most of the time, be they dancers or civilians. I'm jealous though I did get to dance for a super cute little brunette last week; she had braces, which I found just adorable for some reason.
Lilith
01-23-2005, 12:25 PM
Saturday
Lil rocked out all the house, yo.
It was a bad day. I was in such a pissy mood when I got to work. I even called Velvet to tell her we'd be doing Jagerbombs at the bar (nasty drink but it makes me so very perky). The night started off with lots of attention. The club tightened the costume restrictions to an absurd level, so I was wearing this pink dress made of some floaty, see-through material over a bodice and slip. Looks like a 'My First Communion' dress. Or maybe the dress Baby wore at the end of Dirty Dancing. I hate pink. Oh well, the customers liked it. I did my duty on stage (what would be my only performance of the night) and did well. Worked one fellow who wasn't ready yet, then hit a pair of guys who left stageside so I could join them, but they were annoying so I abandoned them to someone more inclined to put up with young guys (Let's party for an hour and then I'll get one dance!). Eh, I'd rather be at the bar with Velvet. Had an older guy stop me and ask for my time whenever I had a moment, and I promised to return. I wasn't exactly occupied, but occasionally there is something to be said for playing hard to get.
Joined Velvet and Starr at the bar. We weren't there long when I was approached by a customer. Scruffy and falling-down drunk, he was. Fond of redheads. He tried to get me to waltz with him at the bar, so I grabbed him and waltzed him back to VIP (No mean feat; he was really drunk and barely able to walk). Took off my shoes and sat him down in a booth, but Dancing Boy wanted to dance with me- as in, the Texas Swing. I warned him that it was $30 per song in VIP whether we were sitting, standing, VIP dancing or any other form of dance. Guess that didn't bother him or maybe he was just that stupid, because he didn't even wait for the next song to start. We slow danced in the VIP room for half a song and Dancing Boy paid $30 plus a tip, then staggered off to the back bar. Whatever.
Went back to my bar stool next to Velvet, who was highly amused by Dancing Boy. She updated me on Fleece Guy (older fellow waiting for me); several dancers had tried him and been waved off. Booyah. Then Fleece Guy sees that I have returned and comes up to me, asking me to "whisk him away" whenever I'm ready. More booyah. The facade of sweet innocence in my psuedo-Communion dress must be working. I chat him up for a minute and whisk him away as requested. This is when Fleece Guy's name gets changed to Geriatric Titty Licker; guy kept diving open-mouthed for my boobs like a baby that hadn't been fed all day. I kept him back there for a bit and sent him on his merry way.
I hung out with Velvet and a regular of hers for a little and then spotted a guy I had on Wednesday. He said to look for him, but I didn't think he meant this soon. He's from Minnesota and he's doing his oncology residency down here. Painfully shy. Quite nice though. We trade horror stories from work and go off for dances. He requests (and receives) my schedule and says to expect him next Wednesday. Methinks I have a new regular.
I spent a while trolling for bites and finding nothing, so I joined Velvet's fave regular at the bar. I might have mentioned him before; older short Italian fellow, charming and adorable. He's the club's resident pimp daddy: staff waits on him hand and foot and lesser girls vie for his notice (exercise in futility; Velvet is his true love and he otherwise fancies only Starr, Jen and me). I think he's fantastic and my husband absolutely idol-worships him. Anyway, I join Carmen and he buys me a drink. The t-shirt sale is coming up so I sit and bullshit with him. That's one of Carmen's standards; he has his little harem (... *gasp*... flock, mayhaps? FBR, have we met?) and he always has some female companionship throughout the night. This total dipshit talks to us; cheap cowboy hat and full of tall tales about his service in the Corps. We're all summoned to stage for the merchandise sale so I talk Dork Cowboy into buying mine. $20 for a shirt and a dance, we keep $5. Dork Cowboy spins wild tales during the dance ("I was a supply officer.. yeah, an E-6!") and cheesy-ass lines that should be illegal, they're so stupid ("Ride that bulldog, cowgirl!"). he put on his best come-hither look and told me oh yeah, i want him, I'm going home with him tonight. I told him to want in one hand and piss in the other and see which fills up the fastest.
Lost Dork Cowboy immediately and went back to Carmen. Had a quick 'crowd quality check' with Velvet (How are you doing? Is VIP real busy? Who has the lead?) then we both jetted off to reel in some late-night customers. I spotted a likely suspect and zoomed in for the kill. Hadn't even introduced myself yet and he asked if I worked there (sigh). Then he asked me for dances. I love the easy ones. His name was Paul and we did introductions on the way to VIP. VIP wasn't private enough for his tastes, so I upsold the champagne room. He doesn't drink at all, so I had to ask a bouncer if he could simply rent the room without a champagne sell. He could and he did. It miffed the waitress that we wanted only sodas and water but oh well. Paul doesn't ever drink and I follow the customer's lead. He was looking for a GFE and I give excellent GFE. Spent an hour chatting while I crawled all over him and purred in his face. Perhaps another new regular; we shall see.
Closed out the night in champagne. Did very well for myself, and now I can have some time off. Next week starts the early Superbowl money.
SportsWriter2
01-23-2005, 02:16 PM
The girls here are crazy. I mean, I think several of them are bipolar. It is endlessly amusing to me. "I can't wait to get out of this motherfucking John Deere driving pissant no money town," one of them said to me in the bathroom. "I sewed my pussy shut before I came back here."
Joe Diffie once had a C&W hit titled "John Deere Green," but it's not the same color as money.
Excellent reports, Katrine, Mystique, Susan and Lilith. :)
yoda57us
01-23-2005, 02:43 PM
I spent most of the evening in VIP doing double danced with a 5'8 Chilean beauty with an incredible lean body and thick succulent nipples. The customer was attractive as well and a gentleman. We even got our cutie waitress to join us for 3 on 1.
So, let me get this straight Kat: I could get you AND the South American Hotie AND the cute waitress all at the same time????
Note to self: Check to see if Jet Blue flies to Austin.}:D
SeppeSai
01-23-2005, 02:58 PM
lead. He was looking for a GFE and I give excellent GFE.
What does this mean?
SeppeSai
01-23-2005, 03:08 PM
Thanks. :)
SportsWriter2
01-23-2005, 03:09 PM
He was looking for a GFE and I give excellent GFE. Spent an hour chatting while I crawled all over him and purred in his face.
GFE is "girlfriend experience." The guy wants someone who acts like a girlfriend. Lilith briefly described her method, which I call GFE Lite. Lots of eye contact up close, soft touches, and "spontaneous" hugs all make it work. :)
Serious GFE starts with DFK and gets surreal fast. :O
Katrine
01-23-2005, 03:55 PM
One Night in Vegas when the Worlds Your Oyster
I had trouble getting out a Vegaa NATO as I've been exhausted and sleeping and partying non-stop in recovery. Yes, I even party when recovering from Vegas. *sigh*:party2:
So I'll share my final day working. I was hired during dayshift at Sprearmint Rhino and worked nights at the shmaltzy gown club Paradise.
It truly is impossible to get onto night shift at the Rhino, they weren't lying. The one time I tried they had 115 girls by 9pm sharp. The asshat manager pretended like he was going to give the 7-8 girls who wanted to stay a chance. He made up parade up and down the back area like cattle, bend, turn around, come back. Then he told each of us to come back Sunday night. I almost didn't come back to work at all, I was so pissed at his powertrip. The other girls that he said no to were build like freakin models so I know it wasn't me and da jiggle.:shoot:
But good things to those who wait. My first full dayshift involved drinking lots of coffee and making sure the drunks who lost it all the night before had a safe ride home. I may not have given much for trunami relieft, but I WILL NOT all a drunk driver to take his keys no matter how litte management cares.:beer2:
For final shift, I begin my slow and seductive round across the room, spot 3 gentlemen sitting with one dancer. I begin my descent when rudely cockblocked by dancer, "these guys are taken!" she barked. Wow, only Vegas can a dancer get away with such vitriol and keep customers.:grumpy:
So I smile and walk away only to be immediately pummeled by a dancer breathlessly in need of a girl. "Are you busy" she asks. Well, turns out these 2 had gotten these men to buy VIP time and their third partner was unavailable. She takes me right back to the 3 men. Bitch dancer has, ummm, eaten crow or however you americans like to proclaim.
:neener::monkeedan
Here is the clincher. When we went back there, the other guys only did 3 dances for $100 with the ladies. Mine immediately bought out the 1/2 hour for $200 PLUS once in their bought and extra $100 PLUS a $40 tip. To make matters even better, he was from San Antonio, so fellow Texans are always generous to me. The icing on the cake, the guy was taking some kind of steroid program and couldn't get an erection, so we mostly talked. Hehehe, it can happen, even in Vegas. I did manage to get him a bit of a pudgie by the end, and I was quite proud of that. The day had begun well.:smiley_ev
Part Deux
I like this VIP thing, so much more lucrtative than hustling $20 dances. I had done about 3 regular dances for a dude and was about to sell him on VIP when DJ announces "Anna to the DJ booth, customer waiting." Huh, no one knows me here in Vegas!
I am greeting by one of the goons, er floor hosts. He immediately tells me "wash my back and I'll wash yours." (Is that correct? I never get idioms correct. My just a poor immigrant girl trying to feed my family of 10 in Ukrainian village....hahahahahahahha!!!)::)
He takes me to another VIP area that is closed with a curtain. You have to buy a nice bottle to get back there. Its a bachelor party of 3. I am wearing my "I heart Porn" shirt so my first line is "who wants to make a porno!!" The 2 other guys point me to the end and I am immediately places into the lap of Jude Law...... *gasp*:lovestruc
Ok, not Jude Law, but his Canadian Doppleganger. Boy this dude is cute. Guess what, they live in Austin! Mother luck had it for my today! I also scored the best guy because the bachelor was super picky and only wanted a brunette under 5'7 with implants. Their other friend was a cheapass.
My guy, lets call him R, lives in the poshest highrise in downtown. I've actually been to their penthouse w my boy's realter friend. Super swank. We drink vodka and redbulls washed down with Vivue Cliquot. After one hour I am at $400 and R and I are just having such a great time. He looks and smells so good, I am obviously aroused.:drool::smellie_o:smellie_l
For the final $200, we tipped the goon $200 (1 for him, 1 for me) and got to sit alone in the adjecent little harem den.
FTB..................:smellie_k
My total was to be $600 but he gave me $800 AND washed by goons back for me....Wow, what a day. I couldn't get my stockings on right so I left my smokes with him to change into a dress and get info. I knew he was attached and he knew about my man, but maybe.......
Alas he was gone, with my smokes. But that's ok. I had his lingering scent and a sweet taste in my mouth. Ooooooooh yes, that's right!:cloud9:
The rest of the evening was a blur. I staged once for the hell of it. Tipped out and went to my hotel to meet my long-suffering boyfriend who was flying in.
EBT: $1100.
I was having dinner with my best friend when I got back, and guess what, she knows the guy. She knows where his girlfriend works and he walks there every weekend. NO, I am not going to stalk him but a chance run-in perhaps.....
Knowing I might see my Jude again: Priceless! :smellie_b:smellie_g:black_cat
Richard_Head
01-23-2005, 04:38 PM
just a poor immigrant girl trying to feed my family of 10 in Ukrainian village....hahahahahahahha!!!)::)
LOL, I've actually heard that line MANY times in Vegas.
Lilith
01-23-2005, 04:57 PM
GFE is "girlfriend experience." The guy wants someone who acts like a girlfriend. Lilith briefly described her method, which I call GFE Lite. Lots of eye contact up close, soft touches, and "spontaneous" hugs all make it work. :)
Serious GFE starts with DFK and gets surreal fast. :O
Let's call me GFE-medium and let it go at that.
Moneywise
01-23-2005, 08:57 PM
Kat, Lilith, Kali... http://www.adultnetsurprise.com/forums/images/smilies/new/threefun.gif
Amazing NATOs ladies. Simply amazing. Keep em coming. http://www.adultnetsurprise.com/forums/images/smilies/new/popcorn.gif
Lilith
01-27-2005, 01:53 PM
Wednesday
Management is smoking some serious crack in regards to the scheduling and bar fees. There's been a new addition every week (and certainly not in our favor). Lil Jen and Leah finally decided they had enough, cleaned out their lockers and left. Stupid, imo; hul-LO, 'Bowl's next week. I doubt y'all will see me at all next week, 'cause management says house girls have to work seven days straight or pay bar feeX5. However...
Bridgette, Katrine, NinaDaisy, Velvet and Lilith working SuperBowl '05. StripperWebBowl, eh wot? It's gonna be off the chain, yo. But I digress. Back to my night.
I saw Bridgette the moment I walked into the dressing room. Had no trouble recognizing her (the hair is gorgeous, and she got some BIG boobs. Fuck yeah.). Another new-girl hopeful auditioned at the start of the night and didn't make the cut. A third passed the audition but I doubt she'll be more than a warm body on the roster. No competition at all, that one.
Bridgette and I put our names on the DJ list and hopped it to the bar for the lowdown on "what goes on here". The local grapevine begins and ends at Velvet and she tells me everything, so there's little we're not privy to. Bridgette and I chatted a bit and then got called to stage (I was behind her on the rotation, so we were both on stage for one song- dual redhead action!).
I tell you, I think I caught flashing glimpses of her for the rest of the night. That one never sits down for a second. Good on her, too, because only five girls made money last night (Bridgette, myself and three others).
We both caught guys straight off the first stage set. My guy was Mitch; old, smelled like mothballs, but otherwise nice enough. Good for a few dances (no tip... bah). Next: young sailor-type. Beyond lovestruck. Turns out he's from Gitmo and ALWAYS hits my club for dances from me when he's in Jacksonville. Makes me feel a bit guilty that he didn't spark the faintest sense of recognition in me. Especially since I broke his cell phone in VIP on his last visit (hey, must have forgotten to empty his pockets). Blinded by my stunning good looks or no, he didn't tip. Bah again.
Then was my most annoying customer of the night. Diamond broker from India, at least 1 large in cash. We negotiated two VIP then straight to champagne (oh fun, a kick-the-tires-first guy). No worries, I'm confident in my skills. Rightly so; guy's eyes glazed over in all of a minute. This guy wanted serious GFE, he kept lunging at my face open-mouthed and tongue out. Things deteriorated after the first song. He decided that the "house takes too much" of our champagne money, so chivalrously offered to give all the money to me if I would earn it at his hotel room. Whatever. I made a stupid mistake then. The guy was zoning out hardcore, having way too good a time, and if I'd just kept my mouth shut I could have kept dancing in VIP ('cause champagne was obviously not going to happen). No, I just had to mention after the second song that he wanted to head to the champagne room after our second VIP. Now that he knew he wasn't going to get to massage my tonsils or take me home, he backpedaled fast. Oh no, he was only thinking about going to champagne after VIP. The house takes too much of my money, and that wouldn't be fair to me. His friends were leaving. His credit card was in his other pants. Fuck, man, just admit you wanted a high-class hooker and have some balls about it. No tip.
I spotted a guy who is always in, never buys anything. He's shy and exceedingly homely, but we always say hi to each other. John's a nice guy. Well, tonight I said hi again and asked if, after more than a year of saying hi, would he finally get that dance tonight? Yes, ma'am, he would be delighted. No tip but fuck it, I'd seen the VIP list and I was sitting pretty compared to 80% of my co-workers. I relaxed at the bar after John said good-bye; I had already worked literally every guy left (not that there were many) and there was only fifteen minutes remaining in the night. It was sooo slooooow last night and I kept quiet in the dressing room; most girls didn't do a dance all night.
doc-catfish
01-27-2005, 03:45 PM
Bridgette, Katrine, NinaDaisy, Velvet and Lilith working SuperBowl '05. StripperWebBowl, eh wot? It's gonna be off the chain, yo. But I digress. Back to my night.
All of you together? Damn, talk about your all-Pro Offensive Line.
:boobies::boobies::hyper::boobies::hyper::boobies: :boobies:
SportsWriter2
01-27-2005, 07:39 PM
I saw Bridgette the moment I walked into the dressing room. Had no trouble recognizing her (the hair is gorgeous, and she got some BIG boobs. Fuck yeah.).
Fascinating. One of the bouncers at Fantasies said almost the same thing: "She's gorgeous, and she's got some BIG boobs. Hell yeah." He was also cupping his hands eight inches in front of his chest for emphasis.
Richard_Head
01-27-2005, 07:56 PM
Fascinating. One of the bouncers at Fantasies said almost the same thing: "She's gorgeous, and she's got some BIG boobs. Hell yeah."
LOL, that really does about sum it up.
Lilith
01-28-2005, 01:25 PM
Thursday
Thursdays are not only slow-starting but annoying in the early hours. Working before 11 may get you some padding for your garter and will definitely piss you off. It's an excellent late crowd, so I showed up with every intention of dicking around at the bar with Velvet until customers had drunk themselves into a conciliatory mood.
My relaxing early half of the shift wasn't to be. I made my first walk-through to assess the crowd and a fellow fell instantly in love. He followed me to the bar, asked my name, paid a few compliments and requested my attention when I had time. He continued smiling at me, walking by, and was in general quite persistent. I hit the stage and he tipped; I joined him after my stage show. Paul, I suspect, is a fetish guy along the lines of SgtJohnny; he kept me entertaining him for almost an hour with inane- yet to him, erotic- actions. Feeding me NY strip, bite by bite, was apparently quite the turn-on, as was watching me smoke a cigarette. He had this puerile fondness for impressions of Austin Powers, and was a Houston boy who repeatedly tried to kiss me, but otherwise easy as pie. He excused himself for a moment after about an hour. We were to go "someplace more private" when he came back, but he had his cell out when he returned. Something important had come up, so sorry, must leave immediately, terrible shame that I have to leave just when we're ready to get naked, will $200 be enough for your time. .... Damn skippy it will. Booyah.
Cue four hours of the usual Thursday shit. Blah blah blah.
Almost quarter to one and I am starting to get ticked. Sure, Thursdays start late but, by god, the night's almost over! Hadn't seen Velvet for hours so I hunted her up. Wheee, Velvet had the only money group in the club and they were all hidden away by the DJ booth! Naturally it would be Velvet who found these guys. I picked one who looked momentarily unoccupied and homed in. Brag, bluster, he's so important, such a big shot. Would he like a VIP? Yes he would. We open a credit card tab for the VIP room and, with one hour left in the night, I finally get my first dance. And what a pain in the ass he was. As soon as he heard that I am clean-shaven, he became simply transfixed. Just stared at my crotch, tongue out and wiggling. Dirty talker, naturally, so I helped the fantasy of the lady/whore along by smacking and pulling hair. And he was a licker. Nasty bastard. Let's watch Lilith turn into Action Figure!Lilith. Duck! Dodge! Zowee! Any body part within reach... scchhlllluuuuuurrp. Thank god for the comforting existence of a pack of wet wipes in my work bag. He was so hot and bothered that he probably would have been a comer too, if I hadn't been forced to spend so much of my time dodging and shifting and standing and leaning away.
Half a pack of wet wipes and hand sanitizer later, I'm off like two pounds of shot from a one pound cannon. Simon didn't stand a chance in hell. I got him walking BACK from VIP by challenging him; I'm better than her or your money back. I won the bet, plus a tip. Three songs left to go before the bar closes. Hi, cute drunk sailor, you look like you've had a damned good time. Hit the VIP room yet? Well, you'll absolutely have to; no sense wasting a good buzz. He borrowed ten bucks from his buddy, which turned out to be my tip (gave me a pair of twenties). And that was it. Showtime started by the time I got back to the main floor.
Pleasantly surprised when counting my take to find that I had nothing but hundreds and twenties. Had to buy 1's so I could tip out. Lil didn't do half bad.
Katrine
01-28-2005, 06:02 PM
Great NATO Lilith, I am sooooo stoked to see ya'll on Monday!!! Wooohoooo, I already have my audition dress and music picked out! ;)
Lilith
01-29-2005, 04:06 PM
Kat, this will be legendary. An event of heretofore unimagined proportions. Fucking-A, I can't wait to see you!
Friday
Fridays totally suck, all broke young thugs and bachelor parties and straight women. Last night was no different, according to the rumors. I really would not know; Velvet and I spent all night in Champagne. Bwahahahahaha!
Yesterday's fucko (the guy who paid me to sit and eat steak) was in before I was, and wasted no time looking for me. He summoned waitresses to hunt me up, he found Velvet and asked where I was, everything shy of having me paged through the DJ booth (and if he had thought of that, he probably would have). Didn't mean he wanted to spend money. Whatever; must be the downside to having a guy hand you money. He bought me a drink and I gave him a few minutes in the interest of expediency, then tried to lose him by making it clear that I am at work. Even hid in the DJ booth, but he found me. Dammit. He insisted he had to leave soon but wouldn't actually LEAVE (following me around saying he had to leave was so much more fun). Thank god I was due on stage. Of course he came to tip me... and then he tried to slip me the tongue on stage. By god. Dancing stopped, garter was held out and he was promptly told to take a hike. As if.
Okay, so now I'm a little ticked. I hit the dressing room for a quick freshening-up and head out to find Velvet for an update. We do those little updates quite often, if you hadn't noticed. Velvet has a fellow corraled at the bar with her and I take a seat on her other side. I order a cola and -boom- she's gone! Her cigarettes are still there though, and her fellow, so she must be right back. Her fellow has that 'money' look about him and it doesn't take long for girls to start circling like vultures. I waved them off by marking him as my territory. We introduced ourselves and I apologized for interrupting Velvet and his conversation, explaining that we're the best of friends and we have this unspoken agreement that we can (and frequently do) interrupt each other in case of emergency gossip. He thought that was funny and bought me a drink.
Velvet finished her stage set and returned and we had a bit of three-way chatting. I was making ready to excuse myself (med student regular has just walked in) when Randy offered to buy us dinner. Grouper bites, lovely- practically melts in the mouth. Dinner, drinks, chatting... he was enjoying himself thoroughly so Velvet capitalized on opportunity by offering him double dances. He accepted and off we went. I think it was the aspect of having two good friends go at him at once, or maybe it was Velvet's naughtiness with my GFE/grind combo, but dancing simply was not enough. Garcon! Bring champagne!
This is where the fun really started. Velvet was dubbed the Director of Festivities; being a total diva, she isn't satisfied until both she and her customer have been thoroughly spoiled. Ivan, turn down the fire, love. Fina, take down your hair. Ivan, dim the lights, please. Oh Ivan, we need more cigarettes. More champagne, Randy, drink up. Ivan, find the rose, we need pink champagne.
I'll have to finish the rest of the report tomorrow, I'm going to be late for work.
Casual Observer
01-29-2005, 04:16 PM
<S> Lilith
Fascinating. One of the bouncers at Fantasies said almost the same thing: "She's gorgeous, and she's got some BIG boobs. Hell yeah." He was also cupping his hands eight inches in front of his chest for emphasis.
That's pretty accurate.
mr_punk
01-30-2005, 10:07 AM
GFE is "girlfriend experience." The guy wants someone who acts like a girlfriend. Lilith briefly described her method, which I call GFE Lite. Lots of eye contact up close, soft touches, and "spontaneous" hugs all make it work.Serious GFE starts with DFK and gets surreal fast.
Let's call me GFE-medium and let it go at that.GFE Lite, GFE-medium, Serious GFE? that's all news to me. i find it bizzare that the word made it's way into the sc lexicon. anyway, would singing be considered GFE? once, during a LD a stripper started to sing to me. at first, i thought it was kinda cute. however, she didn't stop at one verse. she sang the entire song! which was pretty annoying. although, she seemed pretty impressed with her own performance. i gave her a 66. the song was average, but it had a good beat and you can dance to it. needless to say, i didn't give her the chance for an encore perfomance.
And he was a licker. Nasty bastard. Let's watch Lilith turn into Action Figure!Lilith. Duck! Dodge! Zowee! Any body part within reach... scchhlllluuuuuurrp.
c'mon lilith. you really can't blame the guy. if you take into account your physical stature, your being clean shaven and let's say with a minimal amount of make-up. i would imagine that you're a walking magnet for PDOM. all you need is some pigtails, a school girl's uniform and if you have braces. hell, it would be like having a license toprinting money.
otheia
01-30-2005, 11:13 AM
Well i had quite the weekend at the office,friday nite I topped my best nite and set a new record for myself very pleased as its been a little slow and been having lots of drama in club all month.Then last nite it all went south in my bar my b/f from N.M is in town dancing and she got in a fight with a stupid drunk new girl and the girl hit her in the eye with her stilletos,then some female custy's were talking shit to another one of my friends and so about four more girls starting fightin of course right when im trying to pay for a three hundred dollar dance thankfully I was able to calm my prey and reassure him that he wasnt about to be attacked next lol.Then of course the police come in and all the customers start piling out at about three am.I just hope maybe we got some of the drama out of our systems for awhile probably not though.
mr_punk
01-30-2005, 04:41 PM
therein lies the problem. if you knew the original meaning of the word and it's original context and compared it to today use. it's not only bizzare that it's being used in a sc. as a result, it's pretty meaningless in any context, even it's original one. at one point, GFE only had one meaning. at one time, there were no varying interpretations of what the word meant.
IACali
01-31-2005, 01:05 PM
I took my lil miss to the emergency room on Saturday to get treated for a double ear infection (poor punkin!!) so haven't had time to write my NATO until now. Let's see how my memories hold up.
Friday night NATO
Wednesday my eye had started to bother me. Like a blunt icepick being repeatedly jabbed through my right eyelid bother me. I took out my contacts, thinking one was torn, but no go. Have no idea what the problem was, but Friday afternoon I could barely keep my right eye open, and it was all red and nasty looking. Light killed, looking up killed, basically I was in horrendous pain. I'm a wimp, what can I say.
The upside was that I worked while wearing my glasses for the first time in a good long while, and I looked fucking HOT. My glasses are similar to Bridg's, from her pics anyway. They were received veddy well.
So while taking a shower at my girl Mystique's house before work, I decided to accept her offer of a special brownie she had procured for me. I ate it in the car while we were being chauffeured to work (working at a club 30 minutes away, and knowing how we drink, we plan ahead!!)
We made it into town early and stopped at the bar next door to the club to meet a frien/former coworker who was working with us again (a rare occurance, as she now has a "real" job), and also so Mystique could hava a hit-and-run business meeting with one of her customers from her real job. Broke the news to female customer that we were all dancers, she was stoked and decided to come with us to work and watch. Sweet. Mystique was all worried that she'd react badly - she tends to keep her night job a secret.
By the time we got to the club, I was feeling a little better, but the florescent lights of the dressing room were evil, so I slapped on some makeup and went to the bar for a drink. Turns out I was first on stage for night shift starting at 8, so quickly got dressed and boom - on stage to Led Zepplin. I have no frigging idea what 2 songs the dj played, but I think I was on stage for 20 minutes. No matter, I was stoned out of my pussy and moving in slow-motion. I think I was making up the music in my head. It was great fun.
Quite honestly, I was in that state for most of the night. Don't remember much - not bc I was drunk and don't remember, but bc that fucking brownie took me to another dimension and I won't recollect it unless I go back there again, yk?
All I know is at the end of the night I had made about $250 (which is drop dead fantastic for January in Iowa) and Mystique and I got a ride home with my very good friend/dancer Chanel and her husband. They came in and we stayed up and drank an assload more at Mystique's.
They went home, Mystique and I had a - erm - lovely time (at some point I reached into my mouth and pulled out a little metal bar - held it up to her.... "hey honey, I didn't know these came out?" she didn't find the rest of the piercing buried in the blankets until I was long gone the next day), and finally passed out at 7 in the morning.
My phone woke me up at 10, it was my mom saying she was bringing my daughter up to town and she needed to see the doctor.
My Saturday was not a fun day, let me tell ya.
Working tomorrow night, will post a NATO on that as well!!
love
cali
p.s.
Can I come work with Lil and Kat, PLEASE????? I've gotta make more money than this, this is ridiculous.
Lilith
01-31-2005, 03:16 PM
Saturday
ESPN was in the club filming. I'll sue the shit out of everyone in sight if I see myself on TV.
There's a co-worker of mine who refuses (!) to ask for dances. She sits at the bar all night, talks only to customers who approach her and never (!) asks for a dance. She also makes no money, which comes as no surprise. Baffles and frustrates the fuck out of Velvet and I; she's hot, has pretty tits, is funny as all get out and a good conversationalist, not to mention a great dancer with a good VIP dance. She should be making money hand over fist. But no. Only makes money if a guy essentially throws himself and his money at her. Well, I gave her yet another pep talk/instructional memo (always thank tippers, look for guys standing alone, zoom in on anyone who catches your eye and smiles). Velvet and I have done this more times than I can count. Finally grabbed her by the hand and took her to a table with me. My guy wasn't biting, so I told her to ask now or I'd abandon her at the table with them. She ACTUALLY asked. Didn't get it but at least she asked. She asked twice more and got- for about the first time ever- her first sale.
Otherwise it was a dismal, dismal fucking night. Eh.
Lilith
02-01-2005, 01:08 PM
Monday
SuperBowl Week; Day One.
Thugs and athletes. Found one young-ish, white thug ("Yeah, yo, this is my boy Compton, we did six years together." True quote.) who was actually a pleasant guy and spent a bit of money. He didn't buy dances (because the other thugs weren't and I suppose it's bad form to be different from your homies) but at least he understood the tipping process. He was a nice guy, I could have had a ball with him if he would have come in alone. I heard probably the best strip club pick-up line from one of his thug counterparts. "Hi! I'll eat you right now." Still lame but gets points for ingenuity and effort.
Had umpteen big black football players in the club. They actually had Mia in tears at one point, and Mia's plenty thick-skinned so they must have been beyond horrible to her. One guy tried to grab my tits at the bar and was surprised that it wasn't allowed. Sure. Why don't I just let customers fondle me at the bar for free. Sounds like a helluvan idea. Whatever. Val, the assistant manager, was driven to the boiling point by one group that adamantly insisted they should be allowed to party in the champagne room- for free- with champagne supplied by the house- for free. So not gonna happen. We're chalking it all up to the price of getting SuperBowl money; we have to deal with football players.
You'll recall Miss Doesn't-Ask from my previous report. I kicked her off her barstool again and pointed out a fellow who had been giving her the once-over, gave her walking orders and told her that I was coming for her in less than two songs so she had better get cracking. I planted myself at a nearby table with two other customers, the better to keep an eye on her. One of them was Canadian, a funny guy. His buddy was slowing me down and she beat me to VIP by about a minute (she told me later that she only asked because she was terrified of what I would do to her if she didn't get him by the end of the second song). Canadian was cute, nicely muscled, a bad boy in a well-behaved way and spent a good bit plus tip. Furthermore, we had met before many months ago (not that I recalled him). He could recite my stage music and I hadn't been on stage since I walked in the door. He fancies me. Very flattering, that; not only can I beguile a fellow for a night but the effects are long-lasting. Go me!
The highlight of my night was when Katrine received a standing ovation at Denny's. It wasn't much of a night, just a bit of profit.