Here begins a tale of a lovely but strange new dancer.
Juliette was new to the club. She arrived hopeful, but awkward, and found the club quite busy. She watched the other dancers. Complimented stage sets. Received tips and made some nice "new girl" money. Juliette was yet to learn the intricacies of "Stripper Etiquette", but enjoyed the rush and the money greatly.
She began working every day. Whilst the club was busy, this presented no real issue, as subtle perversions of the dancer's "code" for that club went mostly unnoticed, and almost wholly ignored. Charlotte did observe her sitting at her stage side quite often, and thought this a touch odd.
On Saturday, the lovely Juliette finished her shsift, packed her bag, and passed the rather jaded but newly augmented (read: broke) Charlotte on her way out at 3am, and exclaimed "I'm scared! There's so many cameras here!" To which Charlotte answered "If you have nothing to worry about.... you have nothing to worry about." which was about as far as her tired brain could stretch to find a response. She later pondered on the comment and could deduct no logical explanation for what it meant.
Sunday came fast, and customers were thin on the ground. The club opened at 7, and the customers began to roll in around 9. The girls were bored, the customers weren't tipping, and only young Juliette seemed to be quite motivated. She worked her way around the room, chatting, ordering drinks. Charlotte, for one, was impressed with her initial effort, though sat with a well tipping regular and quite content to watch.
Juliette was working hard, however was making no attempt to allow the stage dancers even a moment of attention with the tables at which she sat. She would continue chatting and distracting the customer, to no end, and not make any attempt to acknowledge the dancers on stage. A few tables hustled and several dances later, a group of young guys arrived, and Juliette jumped to work on them. This, my friends, is where the trouble really began. A beautiful dancer and fellow SW member approached the table of younglings from the stage side, danced momentarily, and then Charlotte looked on in disbelief, as Juliette distracted one of the boys by standing up in front of him, and aggressively shoving her breasts into his face. She then accepted a tip for said action, turned around and began sticking out her butt for the table to inspect. Charlotte's co-worker was MOST unimpressed. In her club, it is considered the height of rudeness to not acknowledge when a fellow dancer approaches the table from the stage side. Polite behavior dictates that you pause conversation, say hello to the dancer, and encourage the guys to tip if their penis has temporarily run away with their brain. Several moments later, the entire table got up, and walked away to the VIP rooms, with Juliette at the lead, after having allegedly told her fellow dancer they were "off to the bathroom".
Juliette returned about 20 minutes later, and took a seat with a new table. She sat for 3-4 minutes and was deeply engrossed in her hustle, so much so she failed to notice being paged to the front desk. Twice. The waitress was sent at the manager's request to fetch her, at which point she jumped up and loudly exclaimed "am I in trouble for something?!" to which Charlotte replied quietly "if you don't stop distracting the customers from the stage you sure will be!" which made her customer for the evening giggle.
A brief pause, and then Charlotte noticed ms Juliette walking quickly through the club, fully dressed, and carrying her bag. A joke ensued about the bag being larger than herself, as she ran upstairs to the table she had been with, snatched her (unattended) drink the guys had purchased for her, and raced back downstairs, chugging it like her life depended on it. Charlotte noted it was unusual to work so hard on a hustle only to race home without securing a show, and even more so as she had been paged to the desk first. At this point, Charlotte was joined by her lovely friend, and upon commenting that it was the height of rudeness to distract the guys in the manner Juliette had been whilst she was on stage, discovered she had also been demanding tipping dollars, and flashing her kitty to the guys whilst sitting at the table. No wonder she was being asked to leave. (assuming nothing funky was also going on in these private shows she was giving)
Our club is very etiquette driven. The older girls have a very respectful relationship, and we generally get along well. Help is given where it is deserved, and there is a substantial lack of cattyness. My manager hates to deal with issues. Hates girls in his office as it makes his day harder, but always makes it clear that if issues are raised, they WILL be dealt with. (not always in the way you want, but always in some way) It's not perfect, but we respect each other. There's no room for disrespecting your fellow dancers, at least not in my books. (or unless they have afforded you the same disrespect you are returning them)
Disrespect your fellow dancers? Break club rules in relation to flashing and demand tips be taken away from the stage girls? You're out.
And that is the story of how Juliette was exited from the club so fast the ice in her baileys had scarcely time to melt.
Bit of Sunday night excitement. Keeps our day interesting at least.



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