Money has been bad in my town for clubs all summer. It's been hard to break a hundred most nights I've worked. I'm thrilled if I make 150. Last night I went home with 75 after tip-out. I can't LIVE on that. I have debts and car payments and bills and I can't even afford to fill up my tank right now.
It's not just the money, I'm just having so much trouble enjoying this job now. The two hours it takes to get ready--showering, straightening my hair, makeup, packing my bag--is pure agony and it feels like another part of work I'm not getting paid for. Customers seem to get worse and worse and I'm much less able to keep a smile on my face when they do something rude. I'm often outright rude back. Last night when I tried to get a dollar dance from a dude and he said "I'm gonna give you TWO dollars--I better get a damn good dance for these two bucks!" and I very visibly rolled my eyes. Your fucking two dollars is worthless to me, dude, stop acting as if you're handing me a winning lotto ticket. I just can't be polite to shit like that anymore, it'll eat at my soul.
I do try to hustle, I do try to get dances but there really is only so much I can do. Every guy I tried to get dances from last night seemed to say something to the effect of "You're sooo beautiful, I would be way too intimidated by you alone with you, but you are totally gorgeous. No thanks though."
Compliments don't pay my bills. I'm so sick of guys going on and on praising my supposed beauty and then not paying me for anything---not tipping, not buying dances, not even offering to buy me a drink. I'm tired of saying "Thank you, you're so sweet" and then when I try to get them to get a dance, I get a refusal. It may sound fucked up to be complaining about compliments, but when I don't get money out of them? They're worthless to me.
The owner of the club told me I should be more positive, more like this certain stripper who basically drags customers in the VIP room by their hair to get dances. He said "Stop being so negative, there's money here, you just gotta find it!" Um, no. There is no money here, the most customers at the place on a Friday night was 10. The bar is not doing well at all---the season, gas prices, economy--whatever. It doesn't matter why to me at this point, all that matters is I'm not getting paid. It's not like I come to work with a scowl on my face but when I try and try and try...again, there's only so much I can do.
I have tried one other club but I didn't make significantly more there. Apparently all the clubs in town are kind of slow right now. I'm tempted to try at another one but I'm just so burnt out on stripping right now. I've been browsing craigslist for other jobs. It bugs me that I have to do that because an $8/hour job shouldn't be paying me more than I do stripping but it might some months and at least it's guaranteed.
Sorry to be so whiny but every night I go in, it's the same deal and I feel fortunate to make over a hundred bucks most nights now. It's upsetting and customers are unpleasant. When they don't even offer to buy me a DRINK or get a dollar dance--I just wanna scream.
To put the cherry on top, last night some ass requested that the DJ play Bloodhound Gang's "The Lapdance is Always Better When the Stripper is Crying" and I was just in no mood for it since I already was on the verge of tears. Normally I can have a good sense of humor about that kind of stuff but the degrading lyrics and the three lousy bucks on stage while I was naked on stage just made me wanna throw ash trays at people.
*deep breath*
Just...I don't know. I love stripping when it's worth my time to go in and leave with a substantial amount of money. But I can't remember the last time that happened.



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Kamryn
The one time that someone played it during my set, I refused to dance. I just sat on the stage until the song went off.

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