So what makes stripping worth it to you emotionally? I mean, I think we'd all agree that the money on a good night makes it worth all the sleazy custies and crazy bitches, but I hope I'm not the only one in here who's had a really pleasant defining moment on an otherwi$e crappy night.
- Like the first time I ever got tipped the full price of a lapdance for my conversation. The club was dead, so I mostly sat around talking to this one guy about music for a really long time. I got up multiple times to give other girls chances at him, but he kept calling me over to talk after a while. He got a couple of dances with another girl eventually, and at the end of the night, I got called out of the dressing room with my pants already on, to find him standing there handing me a $20, "for being the only real chick in here," he said, "these other girls are only about the money; I get the idea that even with bank, you wouldn't be in here if you didn't enjoy it."
- Or that moment when you realize that this kid on his 18th birthday that's getting his first ever lapdance from you is putting you right up on the pedestal next to the girl he lost his virginity to.
Those are moments where I really feel like I'm doing something right in there, even on the dead nights.
Or maybe I'm just a naive n00b, even after a year of dancing, and someday I'll learn to even view the non-creepy custies just as marks. But I hope not. If this stops being fun, I'll hang up my heels.



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