Winged Dinghy

I am on a seemingly never-ending quest for the perfect club. The club that has the consistent, good money of Visions. The strict no-touching policy of Club Eden. The friendly, down-to-earth girls of the Ship's Wheel. The luxurious atmosphere of Scores. Basically, if I could combine the best points of all the clubs at which I've worked, I'd have my dream club.

The thing is, I think I've identified my dream club as Penthouse. Everyone I've talked to says the money and management is great. The club itself is beautiful, with a huge, spacious locker room. Unlike most NOLA clubs, it's NOT a Deja Vu club. So what's the problem? Why don't I work there?

The problem is a huge, multi-colored tattoo on my right hip. I love my tattoo. It's a great tattoo-so great that it's being featured in Status Ink next month! But Penthouse doesn't love it. After my audition, the manager said to me, "Why did you get that tattoo? You're a pretty girl, but we can't have those here."

So, my new plan is this. Go in with a blonde wig and my tattoo COVERED and audition again. It's been a few months; I doubt they'll remember me. So I just shelled out close to a hundred bucks for tattoo covering stuff. It's a gamble, but I really hope this stuff works. I know the tattoo CAN be covered, because a makeup artist on a movie set covered it before, and the stuff she used did NOT come off, even after several days and intense scrubbing.

Between the hardcore makeup I'm ordering, and the gartinis I'll wear to obscure the line between makeup and flesh, and the dim club lighting, I SHOULD be able to hide the tatt. Right? Right? I hope so.

And I really hope that Penthouse DOES turn out to be my dream club.