Well, my first night at The Men's Club (Dallas) did not go so well. I spent a lot of the afternoon here on SW, reading tips on how to hustle, how to dance, how to relax....etc. I felt really confident all day. I spent a lot of time getting ready, and made the 40-minute drive to the club. I sat in the parking lot for about 2 minutes, giving myself a pep talk.
I walked in, finished my in-house paperwork (I had been fingerprinted the day before). I was taken back to the dressing room and kinda dumped there. The man who had me do my paperwork was not friendly. Didn't introduce me to any girls or the housemom. In fact, there were only 4 or 5 dancers there. It was 5pm on a Saturday. No lockers until you've worked there for 1 week. I quickly got dressed and headed out onto the main floor. I was then taken back to the office again, where I met another manager (I guess he was the main guy for the evening). SUPER nice. Very understanding when I asked if I could just hang out for a bit and "take it all in", before going up on stage. I also found out there is NO floorwork. That is fine by me, since I don't know an ounce of it.....but I also found out, you are up on main stage for TWO songs. The first one, you are clothed...the 2nd, you are not.
I wanted to watch the dancers on stage and off, to see how they danced and what the lap dances looked like. He introduced me to the bartender & waitstaff, again, VERY friendly, and I felt quite alright at this point. Then, he introduced me to a dancer and things started happening very quickly. Apparently, some Persian-looking men (about 5 of them) had come in, giving the valet $200+. The waitress gave the dancer a heads up that they "had money", and the dancer literally grabbed my hand and pulled me over to their table, putting me on one of their laps (YIKES!). I really wasn't ready for this. I know that this is expected and I would be dancing and taking my clothes off...that is what I signed up for. I just wasn't ready to do this, 5 minutes out of the dressing room on my 1st night.....I sat awkwardly in this guy's lap. He was nice, but had a lit cigarette with the smoke going directly in my face. I sipped on a rum & Coke (I haven't had a drink in 7 months, but the manager asked if I wanted one, and my legs were shaking like crazy!). The alcohol didn't go so well. My face got really hot, and my legs were even more like jelly...I felt sick. I had only finished 1/2 of the drink.
The other dancer started giving lap-dances for these guys, but I just wasn't ready. I excused myself to the bar, and sat back down. I honestly felt like all I needed was about 30 minutes to just "get ready". Get acclimated and get my mind straight. Not 2 minutes later, a woman is waving me over. I smile and wave, but I was like a deer in headlights. She ends up coming up to the bar to talk to me, drunk as hell. She is in her 50's or 60's, and wants me to dance. I explained I was new, and just needed a few minutes....She proceeded to try to dance for me, grab my arms...etc. It made me feel really uncomfortable. She was saying, "I am so horny!". I knew I needed to "take control" of the situation, but just couldn't. (THAT IS SO UNLIKE ME!)
While THIS is going on, another man walks up, kisses my hand, and tries to lead me OUTSIDE (they have a pool area), to dance for him. I was feeling extrememly overwhelmed, being pulled left and right. I felt like bolting. I had an awkward trek, out to the pool with him, but with it being 102 degrees out there, I didn't stay long. He also asked me to go IN THE POOL with him (is he serious?!). My mind started racing at this point. Instead of sitting up at the bar, observing, and preparing myself mentally, to hit the stage in a few songs....I was contemplating leaving. I was feeling SO uncomfortbale. The Persian guy that I had sat with, also was waiting back up at the bar for me. I had never asked him if he wanted me to dance - because honestly, I hadn't really figured it out yet!
Finally, the manager came back around, and checked on me. We went back into the office, and I told him how I was feeling. He said I am not the first girl to feel this way...and he agreed that things were happening too fast. He suggested I wear my street clothes, and then observe (and I wouldn't be approached for dances). I got dressed, and he also brought over their "top" girl. Her name was Sasha. Super-nice lady, very classy. She told me the story of her 1st night, and it mirrored mine! She ended up leaving on her 1st night as well, scared out of her mind. I REALLY liked her. I also got to talk with the housemom who is a sweetheart as well. I told them I would come back tomorrow. Sundays are supposed to be really dead. And I'm more concerned with GETTING COMFORTABLE in the club, rather than walking with 100's of dollars. I can worry about that later.
I came home and spilled the night's events to my husband (through tears). He told me if I hated it, not to go back. He also has to work tomorrow night, so if I went in, I'd only be able to be there from 4pm-9pm (but maybe that would be a good amount of time to get broken in?).
I feel as if I have failed. We need money SO BAD right now. I was laid off back in May, and we have a very expensive home and the bills have PILED UP. I feel like I am failing my family. We can't even grocery shop. We could have REALLY used that cash, and the manager told me that I was one of the only "Barbie" doll types and would have expected me to make $500 by 10pm. And from the looks of it, I believed him...I think I would have seriously banked, if I wasn't such a wuss. What is wrong with me!?!?
I just don't understand why I reacted the way I did. It was so out of character for me. Before this, I worked in the corporate world (sales). I did international business everyday and was a firm, strong businesswoman. I was a top salesperson. I really asserted myself with men and woman alike, and figured I would suceed at THIS.
I am open to hearing what you all think of my (mis)adventure. What I may have done wrong, what I could do better? I know I probably should have stayed and stuck it out longer. I might have, but by the end I had a headache SO BAD (from stress). One of those headaches that is inside and behind your eye...I thought I would die and/or throw up. I just wanted out. Looking back, I just don't know what to make of it all.
Help!
PS: Sorry I didn't post this as a reply on my older post. Wasn't sure if it would be read by very many people that way. If it needs to be moved elsewhere, I understand.
Thanks again for any and all advice.Also, if I don't go in tonight, from 4-9pm (not sure if they will even let me do that), I am not able to work night shift again until Thursday/Friday. I could work a dayshift Mon-Wed if I wanted...



Also, if I don't go in tonight, from 4-9pm (not sure if they will even let me do that), I am not able to work night shift again until Thursday/Friday. I could work a dayshift Mon-Wed if I wanted...
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