And this is why I say this:
Sales have been low lately, and even management's been a lot more pissy. The other girls are getting worse and worse, and everyone's just been tense as hell. Now I've only been doing this 2.5 months, and yet I think I just really realized this Monday night that I really AM a stripper, and here's why:
This weekend sucked. BAD! I got drugged on Friday night and had to pay out, leaving me with only about $125 at 11 PM (and I should've made $300-$400 on a Friday night). Saturday I was still sick, so I couldn't work then. Sunday was okay, but just really, really slow (I think I made $150, and my Sundays average about $250). Then came Monday...
I have NEVER felt like as much of a whore as I did on Monday. I got ONE dance all night, and that was after last call. Well, that's not entirely true... One dance I did stiffed me (although I still think that was accidental... long story). Four people told me they'd let me dance for them if I'd show them my pussy (this is in a topless club!). Two told me they'd let me dance if I'd give them half-price dances (which is prohibited by our club, and besides, what kind of asshat tells a dancer that she's not worth his $20?). And the creme de la creme of the night: a drunk Mexican with his friends, and the guy takes me to the back. But as I get up to start dancing for him, he tells me that he doesn't want me to dance for him. He wants me to come to his apartment and have sex with him.Now he did offer me $300 for it, but I'm not NEARLY that stupid! I know that if I was dumb enough to get near him outside the club, he'd gang-rape me with all his little drunk-ass homies. FUCK THAT!
So I got exceedingly pissed, spent about a half-hour in the dressing room after that just sobbing, wiped me eyes, and went to talk to the DJ before my final set. I had the DJ play Pink's "U Make Me Sick", followed by Pink's "U and Ur Hand". I did a violent and angry stage dance (the one guy who ended up buying a dance from me said it looked like I was "attacking the hell out of that pole") and stormed off the stage to go to my next stage. I was PISSED! I was seven-shots-of-Cuervo pissed.
And yet, I knew even as I was crying in the dressing room that as pissed off and hurt as I was, I'd be back again next Friday to try again.
I got home that night and started venting to my roomie, and he said, "That's the way it goes sometimes. You sure you still want to do this?" and it occurred to me that at no time during this whole thing did I ever actually think about quitting. And I think that's when I really realized...
I guess I really AM a stripper!
Anyways, a couple of days for emotional recovery time, some violent sex, and a pint of Dutch Chocolate, and I'm all better now. And ready to go kick some ass when I go back to work Friday.



Now he did offer me $300 for it, but I'm not NEARLY that stupid! I know that if I was dumb enough to get near him outside the club, he'd gang-rape me with all his little drunk-ass homies. FUCK THAT!
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I agree. Maybe they didn't mean for it to come off as harsh, but some of the replies... damn
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The frustrating times are temporary; It will get better.


). I understand now that the reason why you felt like that was because there were several guys that night that were propositioning you. I just want to say one thing: a lot of guys in strip clubs do that. It wasn't anything you said, did, or the way that you look. Some of these guys are jerks looking for extras and they'll ask anybody that talks to them that, not just you. They probably propositioned all the girls that talked to them after you. So, don't worry, it has nothing to do with you :hugs:

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