At my old club I was top dog, I could hustle a guy just by looking at him. I've been in the game two years and I bravely thought that I was a good stripper.
Now I'm doubting the fuck out of that statement.
Started at a classy club in London.
I'm used to clubs where if there is already 1 girl speaking to a guy you DO NOT approach that guy, and if you do that bitch will cut your hands off with a blunt spoon after the manager has shouted you down. This club however is a free for all. On my first night I counted 7 girls talking to 1 guy. 7! He looked petrified.
On my second night I sat down to chat to a custie and another girl came over and stole him from me right before my eyes. At first he tried to remain loyal to me and kept turning back to me but she was all over him, rubbing his shoulders and chest, flicking her hair everywhere, stroking him, laughing really loudly at nothing. The dude had no choice but to become entranced by her. At first I tried the 'alpha-female' approach by sitting back and pulling a mock-the-bitch face but then I realised.. Fuck me, I've just been out hustled.
Which is a big problem because this club is not busy with guys who'll buy a few single dances. It has a handful of patrons who'll spend obscene amounts of money. I NEED that close or I go home with nothing.
And now I just feel like shit. I spent ages being spoken down to on my third night by a bouncer as we watched the following proceedings go on:
A Prince came in. Actual royalty. And he was placed in a VIP booth with his mates, who spent about 45mins-1 hour peeking around the curtain at the crowd of girls and occassionally pointing at one who would then enter the booth and be paid for the rest of the night.
All the barmen and bouncers told me to go over and stand with the other 30 girls. The rest of the guys in the club were left alone. I loitered around the area but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I felt like a prize dick. The DJ put the guys national anthem on and they all screamed, jumped up and started dancing. It was like the world's most shit audition to be an eligible stripper princess. I felt both that I didn't want to compete and that I couldn't.
Anyway, the bouncer rattled on about how I could make money in this joint once I've settled down, but that I'd need to be a cut throat bitch.
And here is the thing I'm really, really struggling with. I am a nice person. I don't know how to be a bitch, let alone want to be one. My old techniques of letting everyone do their own thing but making sure the custies were attracted to me aren't gonna work here. I've never cared about competition, or back stabbing, it's just never been applicable.
At what point do you sacrifice who you are at the core of your being to earn money? If I start acting like a bitch in work is that not gonna start to reflect on my personality outside of work?



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