^ Word, fuck these stupid club politics omg.



^ Word, fuck these stupid club politics omg.





New DJ, and we’re not off to a good start. I had a couple regs who really go for the high energy stage sets with lots of pole work and heavy music, and they pay to see that. Fucking dickhead put on some pop song without so much as a warning and refused to play what I asked for. And we got into it at the end of the night. I refused to tip him anything more than the absolute minimum, and he huffed and puffed, he knew that wasn’t the right percentage of what I made, etc. I asked him why he thinks I should tip so much for doing such a subpar job. Just play the fucking music I ask you to. That’s literally all you have to do. The other DJ said he’d have the “come to Jesus” talk with him, as apparently I’m not the only one this new guy pissed off.
Written on the walls at the house of sorrow
You can find the names of those who burned
Greater yet, the pain in little drawings
I could not remain in that room





My paranoia is really starting to fuck with my money.
I had to leave my home club in July due to LE presence. Normally there is zilch to worry about. The place was regarded as 'lame' by most hobbyists because of how expensive it is with very few extras offered... All of a sudden we have undercover officers coming in & a girl who ended up in court for her license was tipped off by a lawyer that the place was going to be raided eventually. Apparently the club is being sued for over-serving a customer, who knows if that's why they are harassing us though. Half the house girls bailed including myself.
I've been at two other clubs since & am constantly terrified that any guy who acts weird is an undercover cop. Yesterday I left after getting freaked out upon dancing for some super handsy Mexican guy - I heard that high pitched electronic sound that hearing aids make, relaxed upon recognizing it, but then also felt some kind of pen-shaped object under his shirt. I panicked that it was a microphoneHe didn't tip or get dances from anyone else and didn't ask for any extras/drugs/etc. See, I'm still overthinking it (someone please tell me I'm crazy).
I am *this* close to retiring though and cannot have any run-ins with the law. Agh. There is no way to dance here and make any decent money without breaking some technical rule of some kind. I hate this shit!
"People jack off with the left hand and point with the right."
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave."




^^No that’s legit with the field you’re trying to transition into, you gotta keep your record sparkling clean. How long do you have left?





About 10 months.
I'm sure there are people reading this who will be like "ThEn WhY wErE yOu A sTrIpPeR aT aLl?!" It seemed to be a different 'political climate' when I started. If you kept your own nose clean you were fairly safe, any undercovers were looking for legit prostitution and drugs. It's only the last 2 years that they have ramped up the harassment and enforcement of rules like taking tips in your costume, any form of touching, etc. I left the main city when that started and was at basically the cleanest club in the state (which was also under a different jurisdiction). Now it feels like nowhere is safe.
I really wanted to go in tonight but I'm grappling with being afraid to. The owner of this club swears they have never had ANY trouble with police at all but we all know how much club staff actually have your best interests at heart![]()
"People jack off with the left hand and point with the right."
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave."


I'm in a robe club but I have preferred dresses lately as I like how they look. Bought a cute 2 piece dress off Amazon. Nothing super revealing but it is sexy, like something you'd buy off Fashion Nova, think date night at a fancy bar/nightclub. Anyway I wore it one day and was fine. Day 2 manager comes up to me while talking to a customer and told me I had to put a robe on. Apparently I wasn't covered enough even though a few other girls' robes were completely sheer and you could see everything through them, lol but anyways. I went to the back and pulled up the skirt to the top so it looked like a one piece mini dress, then I tied the strings from the top around my waist to make it more fitting. That was totally fine 😂😂
I'm honestly not even mad about it anymore cuz I like it better as a one piece dress.



I got to work and was rejected by the first 5 customers in a row I talked to, so I already wasn't in the best mood (it was still early though so I still had high hopes). I walk up to the bar to order a redbull and start chatting with this guy next to me. He started asking me about VIP prices etc so I explained them, and then he told me to "work for it" and "convince him to buy the room." I wasn't in the mood to deal with his shit, so I said "nah" and turned back to the bar waiting for my drink. He then continued harassing me (I didn't just want to walk away since I already bought the redbull and was waiting for change) going on and on about how I need to convince him. I told him he was being rude and he replied "chicks like being bullied a little bit." Keep in mind this loser was fat, ugly and clearly broke as well. I ignored him and he goes "If you quit pouting over there I'll give you $20 for a dance" like I was desperate and he was doing me a favor. I continued ignoring him which I guess pissed him off because he then turns to a random guy and loudly asks him to rate me on a scale of one to ten, thinking he would get under my nerves. Right as the bartender finally hands me my change, the guy he asked eyes me and says "ten" and takes me to VIP for a half hour.
LOL I'm guessing he was not expecting that outcome. Too funny.




Fuuuuck Portland and fuck entitled customers. We all left with under $80 on a Saturday evening shift. Completely unacceptable given the club was NOT dead. It's just that there are no consequences for these assholes to sit around at the bar, steal glances, and not tip. So jaded right now. I was so resentful of everyone there I could not even muster up the energy to feign interest in a conversation, let alone selling dances. The burnout is so real right now. Think it's time for a break.





"People jack off with the left hand and point with the right."
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave."








One of the dancers last night was making a bunch of pop culture references from the 2000s, and I absolutely was not getting them. So she asked why, and I told her we just didn’t have TV in our home when I was growing up. So she asked what kind of family I came from, and I didn’t really feel like explaining it to her, so I just told her we were in Aum Shinrikyo, and figured she’d be confused and not pursue it any further. No, she had Siri look it up, and now I think she’s convinced I was a part of a Japanese death cult.
Written on the walls at the house of sorrow
You can find the names of those who burned
Greater yet, the pain in little drawings
I could not remain in that room




Low point of the shift: unknowingly sold a lap dance to a drunk guy who had pissed his khaki shorts. Luckily a fellow dancer stopped me before the dance to tell me!
High point: a couple of 30-year-old dudes who had been out all night gambling and doing molly came in. They'd won $8K at the casino and were very generous, AND it turned out we shared the same hometown and went to the same small Southern Baptist school.
High point 2: the Saints won! SACK CITY.
My shift average just keeps going up at this club. My look, hustle, attitude and stage set are really starting to come together. I'm at an age where most women are transitioning out of dancing (almost 40), but I actually feel like the next decade could be my best one yet.







it's been a while since someone managed to skip out on their lap dance tab but here we are !! I'm pissed and annoyed at myself, it was only 2 dances man, but if I see him ever again im smacking the shit out of him!!
❤️




Let’s start with the positive. Most the guys that said no were really respectful and nice about it. The negatives is most of the guys were broke cheapskates. I had to work really hard to make just a little.
I need to start talking to the girls after the game! I gotta go in with my game face on and keep it on until the end of the game. I get side tracked or involved in someone else’s drama. It brings my vibes down.
Last edited by Ifyouseekamy; 10-13-2019 at 04:37 AM.




Been reading these LOA threads and listening to motivational stripper podcasts/Youtubes, so I set a money goal for my shift, and wouldn't you know, I hit it down to the exact dollar. Crazy how that stuff works.
Also, I schmoozed a lesbian couple and they didn't buy a dance but they did give me an edible.
I had a lucky day where I made $700 off one guy alone. But this month has sucked at my main club that I'm considering trying out a different club that I hear is hiring dancers. Slow days full of customers that don't want dances are no good.
Yesterday we had shit Friday. It was not busy like normally and very cheap guys. I made around 400$, but it was so hard... So much rejection just to finally get a few dances...
One of the managers hates me for I don't know which reason and it stresses me out. I am a quiet one, never making problems, not fighting with other dancers, just doing my work the best I can. But this manager has something against me. He never gives me shows, even though everyone said that I make the best shows on stage (customers and other dancers) and there are other non-friendly details. I feel like he uses passive aggression in order for me to leave the club or make less money, idk what he wants. I am just sad and unmotivated...




Just ignore him and make your money. Don’t let him fuck your money up. I say that with empathy and understanding. I know truly how someone like that can FUCK your vibe up. We gotta detach and just make our money. I totally feel you. I swear I’m busting my ass to make about the same. I can go to school part time debt free. So just keep pushing. Fuck, I’m exhausted!!!
I didn’t have a good night, but I made a little bit for a little bit of effort. I HATE being negative! I found myself complaining. I’m only human though. I feel like I need to bring some earbuds and when I get to the point where I want to kick a guy In the balls I need to listen to meditations or some law of attraction stuff. I need to remember to talk to the girls AFTER the game. I have to focus on making money while I’m at work. It’s just so hard when there’s the same cheapskates there, but no excuses. I need to ask every guy and if I can’t get a dance I need to find something productive to do with my time other than complain or chit chat. I did okay. I think sometimes I don’t push VIP because I don’t want to come off as pushy, but that’s my job. I need to start pushing for VIP and tips. Which we deserve since dances have not kept up with the cost of inflation. Trying to not beat myself up, but I know I can do better. It’s not even with being a dancer. I’m just in general trying to pull my energy away from things don’t serve me anymore: gossip, complaining, relationships, anything that don’t serve my highest good.
milfin’ ain’t easy





It was alright for a Wed. Got there at 7 and there was a native american guy alone ( they can be notoriously cheap in this area but I wanted to try him ). Gave me a $20 after a minute or two. Then he got $200 in dances the first hour. I just was back there going " we should do one more right ? " and he kept saying yes. LOVE. He was a little weird. Wanted nipple play ( his not mine ! ) but whatever. Cash rolling immediately puts me in a great mood.
Then my regular was a pain in the ass and lingering / not arriving . I told him I'd leave at 10p.m. if he didn't come entertain me and he sent me a graphic of him half way there in an uber.![]()
^ Only $120 ? ..... lame. We missed each other on his last trip out. I had assumed he was really gonna treat me since it had been a bit. Oh well. He starts in on the chat about taking tomorrow off work to go to dinner with him. He's lovely to hang with but honestly not the spender I thought I guess ( he didn't offer me anything to take the night off and hit the town with him ). ;/
There was a birthday party for this young kid and each participant had at least $100 in stage ones to throw at us so stage was good and not a waste of time. I did a dance for him .
Overall not bad at all. I'd stay in town more but my elbow is killing me . I have to rest or risk aggravating it .
$440 after tips out for 7p.m. - 12:05 a.m. ( since I'm lame and can't stay awake even with energy drink ). Felt sad to not hit that happy even 5 benji's but my body did what it could and that's all it could give. Leaving at 12:05 to go cuddle my dog seemed worth any amount at that point.
Last edited by carmen_b; 10-25-2019 at 08:33 PM.





Went back to home club. Ran into a customer who looooooves me, he did a half hour, though he was a big time suck beforehand which is unusual for him. I honestly left after that because I am still really jumpy about undercovers there.
All kinds of BS being spewed from employees about the legal issues... Some bouncer claiming he's "very well connected" saying it was hysteria for nothing and that they can't write the girls tickets or do anything, blah blah. Bro I'm the one who signed the paper when I got the license about how it's on me to know and abide by the laws.
The girl who was/is (?) my good friend wouldn't speak to me ITC and texted me saying she's getting in trouble for gossiping so she's not talking to anybody at work. If that's true that's fucked up, that means they were salty that she was warning girls off the club... Maybe y'all should be straight with us since it's our asses on the line.
So sick of all this nonsense.
"People jack off with the left hand and point with the right."
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave."
I can’t stand the DJ at my current club. He doesn’t play the songs you request or announce the girls but he’s there quick as fuck with his hand out at the end of the night. I’ve had words with him and don't work Friday nights cuz of his lame, exploitative ass. The last straw was eye he tried to embarrass a friend of mine because she’s had a shitty night she had barely made any money and he still wanted what little bit she made. I went off while she tried to drag me out of the club and into the car lol. I’m usually very no confrontational except when I witness fucked up shit like that.
Adapt and Overcome.
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