Ladies, any stories from the back dressing room?
Do you have any funny stories, weird stories, nice stories, or mean stories?
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Ladies, any stories from the back dressing room?
Do you have any funny stories, weird stories, nice stories, or mean stories?
I have learned not to be a prissy bitch when I start at a club. My friend has told me that she gets alot of beautiful dancers from all over at her club. Many of them think they are gods gift to the world. One particular girl took a locker of a house girl. Well the next night the house girls cut her lock of and urinated on her belonging and put them back in the locker. Talk about extremes. That girl quit the next night.
Seen a few of the normal catfights. Nothing really physical, but it could've gone that way if someone hadn't intervened. Usually just one dancer not liking another dancer. One dancer says the other dancer is too dirty and should go somewhere else to make $. Other dancers feel they are called dirty sluts b/c they are the $$ makers. Who knows, the truth comes out eventually.
Since my name is derived from the builder of the oldest known monumental stone edifice (the Step pyramid), the Egyptian king Djoser, I am obviously not a lady. However I have spent about 45 nights or so in the dressing room of a Daytona strip club, painting designs on the dancers, and I have witnessed some amazing sights and sounds. I can tell you this, it is not at all what your average guy would imagine it to be, as far as a sexually stimulating experience.
Of course I was focused for the most part on painting the best possible designs in the shortest possible time, but on most of those nights I wound up hanging out back there, as opposed to mingling at length with the notorious felons who compose the membership of one of the best known motorcycle gangs in the world, with members from most European countries being present. Thus I had every opportunity to indulge any voyeuristic tendencies any man might possess.
It's not like that...
It is a tiny dressing room, and during the seasonal events there will be as many as 35-40 dancers in there at any given time. Instead of ogling the profusion of naked flesh, I was much more concerned with keeping a steady hand while being bumped and jostled by every conceivable body part.
What a pandemonium! This club has the widest variety of women you can imagine working there, from magazine centerfolds to some women who have no business being on any stage. And most of them are in advanced states of intoxication from every controlled substance known to man, especially as the night progresses. I have seen furious catfights, and inumerable dramatic situations, the nature of which would be best forgotten.
Any customer under the illusion that these women are ready for sexual dalliance at the drop of a hat, because they are dancers, would have that concept shattered within a few hours of listening to what the ladies really think about them. Not that it is all negative, and many a dancer I have known will engage in very friendly games indeed after hours, but it is not the norm.
I could go on and on, but this post is already so long that most members will have stopped reading long ago, and besides, they already know what goes on back there!
I have one that is still popular among my girlfriends to recount.
Its not a dressing room story, more like one that started behind the DJ booth.
Now keep in mind Im a nice girl, and Iv been told that Im one of those people its hard to dislike, but even nice girls can be pushed to the limit.
The DJ at the club was dating one of the dancer, and this girl was wierd with a capitol W. Still I was nice to her and her to me.
I even did her makeup for her a few times when she asked me to cause she liked the way I did mine. Anyway, on this particular night my shift had just started and I went over to pick my songs for my first 2 sets. She comes charging back nagging at him for somthing or other, I was not paying attention I was looking at a list of songs I asked him to pull up. So amidst all her bitching at him I hear her say "RIGHT PARIS!?" and SLAM she whacks me on the back....hard. (Paris was my name atthe time) You also have to remember I was a new dancer, and was told any fighting in the club and you are fired, so Im thinkin if I get into it with her, Im outa there, so I made the attempt to cool things down This is how it went from there:
ME: "What the [email protected]! is your problem" cause at this point she hadnt even looked at me.
HER: "Dont [email protected]! with me, not tonite!"
ME: "I believe its you, with the problem, I didnt say sh!t to you!Im just up here picking my songs"
HER: "Then pick your songs and get the [email protected] out of here"
Me: "Excuse me?, you know what, as much as Id like to, Im not getting into this with you cause Im not gonna lose my job over this bullsh!t" Then I walked back up the steps past her and started to look at the songs again.
HER: "What your slut job!?"
ME: "Honey, your up on that stage too"
She ignores me, and starts yelling at him and going on and on about how shes gonna quit and kick him out and blah blah blah....finally after a few minutes of her loud whiny bitching I couldnt keep it in any more and said
"Damn, shut the hell up!, if your gonna quit, go get your sh!t and get the f#ck out! Stop your whiny pshyco b!tching!"
Then she charged. Like a bull :o
Now Mr DJ couldnt get us apart for the life of him and there were no bouncers around cause this was an enclosed area where nobody could see. At one point she let go of my hair and grabbed me by the top(bathing suit)with both hands, at that point I reared back with a fist and decked her square in the eye and she fell, so I tell the DJ to get ahold of his b!tch, and I took off to where the bar is, where the managers usually are. Looked around, noone still had no idea what had happened, called the DJ booth on an inhouse phone told him the obvious of not putting me onstage next, and I see her coming over to where I was, there were 2 other dancers sitting near me. Does she charge me? NOPE. She starts telling the other dancers
"OH MY GOD< OH MY GOD LOOK WHAT PARIS DID TO ME! SHE JUST ATTACKED ME" she was pointing at her eye it was all red and swollen. So I slammed the phone down started yelling at her that she was a lying psycho whore, and then we were at it again, this time in the middle of the club, and there where a couple barstools thrown, hair pulled, punches you name it. Finally, the other two dancers pryed us apart, but it took bouncers to get us to stop swinging. Of coarse the guys were whooping and clapping ::) I did have guys give me $$ for kicking her a$$ though. I went back stage cleaned up, an went on stage 15 minutes later and made alot of money that night. She was fired.
Iwas told later that she went psycho because the week before, I had carpooled with like 4 people from work, and he was one of them. She didnt like him around any other girls. Also Im only 4ft10in so I think she thought I would be an easy target. Her man also told me that she tried to make him lie to managment that I had attacked her.
Crazy! Wow that was long.
I'm not going to share any stories but I'll tell ya this much: The colorful language that comes out of strippers' mouths backstage rivals that of the grossest, piggiest man.
It can be pretty interesting backstage. Good and bad.
It can get very nasty.
As well as fun!!
;) LOL Raven, don't start teasing us again! We're gonna start thinking more goes on back there than it really does! :o
LOL
Not going there!!!
I've seen a girl get decked full-out on the nose, then start to cry, blood gushing down her face, then snort a bump of coke off of the edge of her hand.
Being as both girls involved were my friends, I didn't know how to react, so I just brought ice and stayed out.
There was this trashy white girl at my club. she doesn't work there any longer cause she was fired for rolling up a blunt in the back and the Mgr. caught her. They are big on not smoking weed in the club b/c vice can come in at anytime and ofcourse if they smell it the club can get fined or shut down or soemthing liek that. Anyways, when I first met her she was crying and basically telling her life story about how she was a hooker, a streetwalker, how many times she was raped, all the drugs she's done and the friends that she has seen died for ODing. I felt very sorry for her, until I realized that she still was a hooker, lived with her pimp, and still did drugs. She had a very ghetto lifestyle and seemed to be proud of it. Lots of tats on her body with this pimp or that pimp's name and bad language. Who would want that shit on their body??
Everytime I saw her she was crying to someone new about how she wanted things differently, but she never did anything about it.
Yeah I can't imagine that anyone would get a sexual turn on from being in the dressing room. I feel sorry for men that have to be down there (fixing the phones or whatever). Seeing girls with one leg up on the counter wiping with baby wipes, changing tampons, etc. Once I saw a girl pee in the garbage can.
Yes I agree, Anais, and all that going on while two girl's in the middle of all that are eating a sub sandwich or a baked potato seemingly oblivious to all that grossness going on right next to them. It's conditioning and it's awful. I hate the dressing room that I have to offer my girl's and until I expand they make due with what's there. I have girl's from all over the country come to work and it seem's mine isn't all that bad, most club's the dressing room it seem's is the crap hole that's hid from customer's so it get the least attention when upgrade's and remodeling are considered.
Wow, my dressing is awesome. We have automatic flushing toilets in black, 2 showers, huge mirrors, comfy chairss, etc. Another club I worked at we had a treadmill.
my fav house mom was this beautiful level headed woman who had seen just about everything in her lifetime. No matter what hell broke loose in the dressing room (fights, cleaning shit off drunk girs ass, catching bitches stealing from her...) she never lost her cool. One night after a new waitress got fired she threw her trey across the dressing room sending broken glass everywhere, mom got up and beat the shit out of her. It was a priceless moment.
Every time we get a new manager or doorman, one of the girls hides in a locker and we bring him in. We say "You have GOT to look in that locker! You won't belive what someone put in there, and it SMELLS! Open it and see for yourself." The new guy opens it and the girl jumps out and screams. The new guy jumps through the ceiling! It's so fun. It's the girls way of saying "Welcome to the team."