Girls, this is kind of long but if you are doing or considering bookings please read this because I just had the worst experience of my life.
It was a complete total nightmare that could have been prevented had I have not been LIED to in order to get me up to a booking. I take a 12 hour bus trip to the middle of nowhere Hurley, Wisconsin only to find out I had to share a bedroom with 2 other girls. We were paying $45 a night between the 3 of us for that one small room (2 other girls where staying in the other bedrooms). I wasn’t even told I had to be paying for the apartment until I got up there. I would have been okay with that had it have been somewhat of an adequate place to live. But it wasn’t, not at all. The first thing I noticed as I’m walking in is the duct taped together carpeting. The carpetting was peeling off the floor and duct tape was used to cover the holes in the middle of it. The couch had burn holes in it, not from cigarettes, more like crack burns throughout the entire couch. I’m putting my stuff down noticing its freezing cold in this apartment and when I ask about that, I’m told by management that they will not be turning the heat up any further and that I am responsible for purchasing my own SPACE HEATER if I wanted heat up in the middle of nowhere. I wasn’t told about this before I came up. But no surprise that they wouldn’t turn the heat on in the apartment considering the club (which the apartment was right above) was freezing cold as well. As I moved to inspect the rest of the apartment I noticed bugs in many places. THEN I find the bathroom. Now… there is no bathroom door on the bathroom, oh no, but a SHEET hanging by pins. The showerhead was broken off, I had to hold it the whole time to take a shower. The kitchen was no better. The wallpaper was upside down, there were holes in the ceiling (when it rained/snowed the roof was leaking), they supplied us with lawnchairs as furniture, no pots or pans to cook with, the microwave was half broken, and the stove almost blew up when we tried to cook a pizza. It started smoking and we just had to toss our food. On top of all this, we later discovered that anyone and everyone had access to our apartment considering there was not one but TWO staircases leading up to our apartment from the strip club just down stairs :o. I’ve never been so afraid to go to sleep in my life. The deadbolt on the main door was broken and all we had was the doorknob with a glass window right about it that easily could have been broken.
Aside from the fact that I was living in the world’s most ghetto fabulous apartment, I was told it was big money season up at these clubs.I was told by the manager Lori that I would be making between $500-$1000 a night which is completely possible in Chicago or NYC. This is completely and totally impossible at the time of year they told me and my two roommates from San Deigo to hurry up and get to as fast as possible. We where making about $20 a night in tips. It was IMPOSSIBLE to sell a private dance when the local girls we were working with were getting finger banged in the backrooms and going home with the customers. Almost every guy I talked to asked me go home with him or what he was going to get in the backroom. And sure, I have heard this stuff before in other clubs but not nearly so frequently or in a way that it was directly interfering with the money I could be making as a DANCER. But here’s the kicker, THERE WAS NO SECURITY IN THE CLUB, NO BOUNCERS. I was NEVER informed of this before I went up there, the thought of having no bouncers never even crossed my mind. Once I was up there I was told the bartender would act as a bouncer or we basically had to act as our own security. The bouncer in the French Casino was an 18 year old girl about 5’3 and at one point there was nothing but girls in the club as we waited for customers to come in. HOW SCARY IS THAT!!! Throughout the week I put up with more than I would in a year at a big city club. I was even asked by a few local pimps if I would like to join their team and they had girls working for them in the clubs. I knew the nightmare would be over in a week and I didn’t want to walk out on my booking so I put up with everything. Also I was told I would be paid by the club $70 a night for working 6 nights. Of course that didn’t count for the $15 a night for the shithole apartment taken out, the $25 they would take out of my paycheck for my mandatory tipout if I couldn’t tip out at the end of the night (even when we only made $17 a night), or the $7 for the agent fee. So that takes it down to a whole $23 a night!!!! I did however tip out every night I worked so I was expecting a paycheck for my 6 nights for about $330. My 6 nights was completed after working Friday night ( I started on Sunday night and worked everynight throughout the week). I wanted to leave on Saturday during the day but was told they didn’t have my money until Saturday night!!!! I was irate!!! I just wanted my paycheck so I could leave! I fulfilled my 6 night which I was told by my agent when I signed the forms was a full week booking and I KNOW for a fact that I never signed anything through the club. I filled out a form with my address and name but didn’t SIGN anything. Basically though considering I hadn’t made any money all week and didn’t have a way out of that small town without my paycheck I knew I had to go to work Saturday night.
Saturday night was like something out of a bad made for tv movie. I cannot believe I was treated the way I was and pray to God that no one has to experience this. STAY AWAY FROM BOOKINGS!!!!!! STAY AWAY FROM HURLEY WISCONSIN!!!!!! I cannot stress this enough. You are putting yourself at risk in these small towns or where clubs pay you to work there. Do you know the biggest advantage to paying the clubs big bucks in house fees to work there? SECURITY and the fact that the club knows you are paying them big bucks and they want your money. The $300 in house fees I pay in Chicago or NYC is worth it!!!! I was told by ex employees of the club I was working at in Hurley, WI that the owner will look for any reason not to pay his girls at the end of the week. I kept this in the back of my mind but was really really hoping I would be paid. So Saturday night is like almost any other, not too many guys in until close to the end. A bunch of completely wasted guys come stumbling in. At this point I’ve already dealt with being solicited by almost every guy in the place, but this one guy comes up to me and has the nerve to say “I’m looking for a cheap whore for a couple dollars to take home with me”. I started yelling at him this isn’t a whorehouse, who is he to be talking to me like that and that he had to leave right this second for soliciting a dancer. He wouldn’t, infact he just looked at me like I was nuts and he was there to pick up his hooker and if I wouldn’t help him he was going to ask the next girl. But I was persistent, this jerk HAD to leave, there was no way I was getting up on stage in front of someone who just said that to me. I’m yelling, I’m screaming, I’m telling the other dancers, the bartender who acts a bouncer. No one is doing anything. I couldn’t believe it. And the bartender had the nerve to tell me that she needed to sell them drinks so I couldn’t kick them out. So I go to the dressing room for my pepper spray. I didn’t spray the guy nor did I have any intention of using it but I wanted to have it to tell him he REALLY had to leave. I’m pointing at him screaming “HE’S LOOKING FOR A HOOKER!!!!!” I was completely insanely boiling mad :o >:( that no one was doing anything. The guy just laughed at me and still wouldn’t leave. Finally one of the young guys I met earlier got him to leave. I sat down with him and his 2 friends to calm down about it all. In the 10 minutes prior I hadn’t done anything but try to get a guy who was disgustingly soliciting a dancer to leave. NO SECURITY. How unbelievable is that. As I’m sitting with the 3 guys the manager who wasn’t there all night comes over and tells me she wants to talk to me in the back. Okay sure, I figure she’s pissed cuz I lost them a few customers for drinks (mind you no one was buying dances at this club anyway so what did I care). But no, the bitch called the cops on me for asking the guy to leave and says that I’m terminated and can’t stay in the apartment overnight and had to leave the property at that second. Mind you, I made no money all week and it was 2 o’clock in the morning. The cops take me to my apartment above the club, I pack my stuff and wouldn’t even allow me to talk to my roommates in the club about where I’m going to go, what I’m going to do or anything!!!! It was snowing like crazy up there and the buses hardly ever run in the middle of nowhere. I don’t think I even had enough on me other than a credit card to even get a cab anywhere. So I’m standing in the freezing cold on a sidewalk in the middle of a snowstorm with nowhere to go. Remember now this is the middle of nowhere so my cellphone doesn’t get reception. Can’t call anyone. I've never in my life fealt suicidal or had serious depression but sitting there I really wanted to die :'(. As I'm watching the snow and crying the 3 younger guys come out of the club looking for me saying what just happened was crazy. I’m completely positive the reason they called the cops on me was because they knew I was leaving the next day and didn’t want to give me my paycheck, which I didn’t get. So the guys I’m talking to are leaving for Chicago (they where up there hunting) and if I wanted to ride with them I could. At this point I didn’t care. I had their business cards, I’ve been doing this long enough to be pretty good at sniffing out the bad ones and these weren’t them. So I pretty much had no other options and basically hitchhiked home by getting a ride from these guys I just met. Thank God they were some of the funniest coolest people I’ve ever met (2 of them where cousins and we even stopped at their Grandmas for dinner on our roadtrip down to Chicago!). The first thing I did when I got back was contacted my attorney. Not sure if I will get my money but with the way everything happened and considering I worked my 6 nights I damn well deserve that paycheck. I hope no one ever has to experience the nightmare I went through and I strongly advice about going through bookings with any of the agents you meet on the internet.
