(this is kinda long...bear with me...)
i used to dance at this club in south carolina. it was the first club i ever worked in, and i was very comfortable there. being a new dancer, i didn't make a ton of money, but on the weekends it was JUST SO BUSY that i walked out with a pretty hefty chunk of change. housefees/tipout were low, and the club had a very strict no touching policy.
school ended, and i went home to dallas. dallas was very good to me. it wasn't OMG HARDCORE $$, but it was steady, even during the week.
i got an opportunity to come back to the carolinas, and so i did. i'm here for two months, and while i love the club, love the girls, love the customers, i've never ever had such a bad time.
first night - friday - not unusual to walk out with 1k per shift (my avg is $500-800)
no money. it was like pulling teeth to make the $125 that i did make.
saturday - same thing. club was dead untill 4 am, and i made only slightly more. $150.
monday - totally dead. was seriously upset by a douchebag early in the night, and then another one later in the night. went home with $120.
tuesday - much better, $$ wise, but it was dramatic. a girl sitting with a guy for an hour, but as soon as she gets onstage, he comes to get me, cause he wants me. she's PISSED, and drunk, accuses me of being cuthroat, and while she and i kiss and make up, i don't get my CR because of the time she kept me in the DR trying not to kick my ass. she was drugged, turns out, and goes home sick. i make abolut $400 in dances, but feel really bad.
i didn't work wednesday.
thursday was SO DEAD. my old regular came in 30 minutes before the club closed, and saved me, but if he had come in 20 minuites earlier, i would have gotten my CR. :/
ALSO - a new girl is hired. my stage name is Molly. she and i get to talking, and she asks my name, i tell her, and she says OHHH you're molly. they wouldn't let me have that name, so i'm going by MJ. i'm still going to introduce myself as molly though. i shrug her off, because there's so many girls and customers (60 girls on a weekend) that it's not an issue.
friday - it becomes an issue. i'm upset because i've been taking a co-woker home. she and i are relatively close, and i take her home almost every night. she asks me to pick her up to take her to work (after telling me the night before that she didn't need one) and so i turn around to get her. it starts raining, and i text her telling her that we won't be at the club in time to avoid house fees. she says okay. i get annoyed at this point, and tell her we have to go to my house to get cash, i don't carry any on me. she says, oh, i'll pay your house fee, you can pay me back later. (THE HELL I AM. I CAME TO GET YOUR SORRY ASS AND NOW I'M LATE FOR WORK, YOU WILL NEVER SEE THAT HOUSE FEE AGAIN.)
the moment i walk in the club, another dancer grabs me and says, your customer is here. i get dressed, and go to sit down with him.
i say hey! he acts like he doesn't know me. i say you asked for me, bby, don't you remember? he says, i asked for MOLLY. i say, but i AM molly. he says no you're not, and is visibly annoyed with me.
i tell him he's looking for MJ and that she's not coming in tonight.
another dancer is being bitchy for no apparent reason, but i ignore it because it's petty, though it does upset me. she's a mean, racist dancer who has a massive chip on her shoulder. (you only get dances because you're white. excuse me? for one, you're making 25x the amount of money I'VE made tonight, and you're telling me it's all a conspracy to keep the black people in slavery? wtf. not even your so called "black bretheren" are as ignorant as you.) but it's whatever, i can brush it off.
i've made $15 tonight. i get called up onstage. fuck it, i'm going to make 4 more dollars and then get dressed and go home.
i get onstage. my first target is a guy talking to his friend. i hope into his lap and say
"how am i supposed to be sexy for you if you're not paying any attention?" (this has never failed me.
the jackass says "oh yeah like mine and 900 other dicks opinion in here matters" i say
"it absolutely does. you pay my salary and every other dancer in here profits from you too, so yes, your dicks opinion matters. if you're not going to tip me, get the FUCK away from my stage."
he says i was going to tip you, jeez...
his friend immediately comes back to sit down with his beer and says STOP TALKING.
i don't even let him sit down.
YOU GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY STAGE
but...i...
GO. NOW. YOU DON'T EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO.
the bouncer (bless him) says, "if the lady says go, you need to go"
i cross the stage (its huge, a solid 12' square) do my little dance and mosy on around.
i spot a guy who looks like hes about to drool. i lean over the edge of the stage and put my head in his lap (gross, i know, but that's what we do here. ) i hold out my garter for a tip. he shrugs his shoulders and acts like he doesn't know what he's supposed to do. he leans up to me and says "you're beautiful"
this is it. i've had it. "compliments do not pay my bills" my song isnt even over and i just get up, collect my clothes and my tips, and get offstage. no one is spending money, i've been hustling my ass off all night, and i don't even have enough for a full tank of gas. i'm going home.
i take saturday night off. i am worn out, and the thought of going into that club makes me sick. some drug dealers come in, and get thrown out. a number of girls get upset. aparently he is well known for being trigger happy. one of the bouncers pulls a gun, and the police show up and clear the place, question everyone. one of the managers quit, and the other is being charged with a felony. (i'm SO glad i wasn't there.)
i skipped out on tonight, there was a flash flood warning, and so i stayed home.
my boyfriend tells me this is a sure sign that i just need to give up and come back to texas. another dancer tells me the days have all been like this, and that they probably won't get better.
i'm starting to believe that the universe just wants me to suck it up and come home.
sorry for this being so long, i just needed to vent.
what do you think?



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...she worked there long before I did. Dumbass! or, just nuts....
i may stick around...

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