I made $100 on a Saturday night. Wtf is happening lately. It's not me, because a lot of girls have been getting fed up with the crowd my club seems to be pulling in. It's so exhausting having to work ten times harder to earn a measly $100...
I made $100 on a Saturday night. Wtf is happening lately. It's not me, because a lot of girls have been getting fed up with the crowd my club seems to be pulling in. It's so exhausting having to work ten times harder to earn a measly $100...



This whole week has been pretty bad. I've been working double shifts and in two shifts making the same amount of money as I would in one shift. Still, I'm thankful as it's been easy money because I've been making money off of one or two customers a night.
I caught another cold again which bums me out. I was too sick to work last night and I heard it was good and my customer wanted to come after the Mayweather fight but I just took my cold medicine and knocked out.
It's the end of the month and everyone had to pay their bills and rent. All the tax season ballers have spent all of their money and summer is coming. This means the slow season is coming soon so ladies try and save up! Because this is our last month before summer.
Also cried on Friday because I found out one of my favorite managers from my old club had a stroke earlier on in the week and is in the hospital. I worked day shift at this club, but he was the only night manager that would let me work nights when I was a bigger girl. When I became hot, blonde, and skinny, the other night managers suddenly went from being nasty to me to sucking up to me, but too late for them because I work nights at another club now. But anytime he asked me to work nights, I always would. I hope he gets better. It's hard to find people like him, especially in this industry.
My last shift I made $280 off two customers slow ass night. I saw this other dancer who made $700+ and im just like wtf how?! Im averaging about $200 a night at this point which for what im willing to do I can see why I make less than other girls but going to be honest im jealous of there cash intake.





Ugh tonight was dead, but sadly we had more customers than last night. I made out ok because a customer fell in love with my tits.Imagine that
"Fake tits are like Kevlar. They don't guarantee your chances of survival but they sure as hell improve it."
Tempest




I made -109 last night lol
I think I made about 160 but they took my deposit and my fee to get my NIE number to work legally
Also one of the managers told me he thought I was lazy and then saw my wages LOL



Woohoo had a good Sunday at my urban club. Made money off this nice group of guys visiting from out of town that were so respectful and tipped me great for just sitting there. They even asked me for lap dances. Only problem is, their friend who brought them there was from the area and he was the most grabby, obnoxious motherfucker. And of course the cheapest. I was sitting on one of them who just kept putting money all over me and I didn't have to dance or nothing and this clown comes over and tries to grab my pussy, smack my ass, pull me onto his lap. Thankfully the guy I was sitting on told him to back off, but he did this throughout the night and if they weren't tipping so well, I would've left. Then of course he is the only one trying to get me to go out with them after. Un fucking believable.
Then got rained on stage but have no idea who the hell the money came from. lol Then hung out with some guy who said that he was bored and leaving, then he just hands me his stack. Yay.
However, saw a lot of girls going home with customers after work. *le sigh* I wish these girls would set boundaries sometimes because it makes it harder for the rest of us. Oh well, all I can do is continue to make my money.





Fucking sucked. There were more girls than customers. I got so pissed they didn't let me go home I punched a wall and busted my hand.
"Fake tits are like Kevlar. They don't guarantee your chances of survival but they sure as hell improve it."
Tempest





OOh, are you ok???
MANY MEN WANTED TO LAY ME DOWN, BUT FEW WANTED TO LIFT ME UP
-Eartha Kitt





Some bruising and mild swelling but nothing too bad.
"Fake tits are like Kevlar. They don't guarantee your chances of survival but they sure as hell improve it."
Tempest





Today was wayyyyy better than yesterday. I went to my other club in Lansdale and got a lot of dances from a pelvic thruster. Money is money.![]()
"Fake tits are like Kevlar. They don't guarantee your chances of survival but they sure as hell improve it."
Tempest
The place was empty last night and I was tired before I came in. I wanted to leave before I even had my makeup on- to cuddle up in my bed, do homework, make supper, watch a couple episodes of Weeds. But I sucked it up.
I started the night with one older gentleman at the bar who bought me a drink and was flattered enough by my interest in his stories he ended up paying me the price of two VIPs (they are cheap as fuck-all) just to listen for a while. Thank goodness for him or I would have spent my first hour in the DR so the other four broke dudes in there wouldn't get too much of my company for free. One of them was a buddy of the DJ who wanted more than one dance but couldn't afford it after his two drink minimum, at least he was grateful and sweet about what he did get.
I do well with women and made a few dances from a birthday party of spinsters. Birthday girl was sloshed and excessively gropey, hugging me into her lap with fat arms, wanting to grab all the no contact zones.
My friend and I both worked the one guy watching the stage and each ended up with $100 from him. As well as plenty of offers to go back to his place. Because he would pay so well for a little "private" work. Uhhrg.
Had a night's token "I'm a music producer and baby I want you to be a model- but no I don't buy dances". He at least bought a couple for his cousin. Had a bored athlete be pushed into a dance by his friends, he left trying to hide his monster erection.
This one super hungry girl who's been trying to weasle up to me almost ran off while using my phone- I had to slide between her and a couple angry drunk strippers and pry it away while they yelled in the bathroom.
I had a few people trying to get dances as I was signing out- and the birthday party was trying to special request me. I just wanted out though.
I made $300. I'd been pretty gung ho about trying to make $700....but I keep reminding myself it's the same as a week's pay at my last job. 35hrs vs 4hrs.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better. In the meantime I have assignment's due, an apartment to look at, and an art class to model for while my knees rest up.





Went to Double Visions. Damn that place had more people on a weekday than my main club this past Saturday. Had a decent night there.
"Fake tits are like Kevlar. They don't guarantee your chances of survival but they sure as hell improve it."
Tempest



Holy Frijole. Left the club with $90 last night and I was one of the lucky ones. Most girls made $10-20.
It was Meek Mill's birthday party at Perfections so that's where the majority of the customers were at last night. The instagram from Perfections shows how insanely packed it was last night, but I noticed the girls on stage were dancing like they just didn't care anymore. It might've been one of those nights were it was crazy busy, but nobody was tipping, just looking. Ugh I hope it wasn't like that because that's almost worse than it being dead and no money in the club.
Oh well tonight is a new night. For every bad day there comes an awesome one so fingers crossed.




Last night I was saved by a last minute VIP but the night was still shit though. The weekend is kind of starting today so I hope it's busier, if not it will def be busy on Friday.
I can't wait until it's a later in the season when it's busy everyday.





I don't understand what's going on with me. The last three nights have been terrible-- I've basically made enough to cover my house fee and tip the house mom and pay for taxi. I was doing consistently well at this club but now I'm doing shit. I know other girls are having issues and it has been pretty terrible, but I mean three nights of that is really, really bad. I can't figure out if it's me or the club and therefore don't know if it's worth trying elsewhere.





^ Take a few days off and try again with positive thoughts (I know, same advice as always). Then try elsewhere if it's still bad.
Yesterday, I had a 45 minute window early on where I made $80 (dances are only $10 here), was in a fucking awesome mood, sold this guy 3 VIP songs, and then he "went to get his wallet". Never came back. I was PISSED since he had pulled me off the stage and then asked ME for the dance. Kinda killed my mood. Everyone else was bitching about how bad it was too, so getting the few more dances I got after that was like pulling teeth.
"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 took three days off after the first bad night and then one off after the second, hasn't helped. I have to go in tonight as I'm booked. If it's the same all weekend I may try auditioning elsewhere.





Not an amazing nights but not bad, about $500 after fees. I had a guy do 2 hours in VIP and he was exactly the kind of customer I needed, sweet and charming and cute, a young Italian guy. I don't don't think it's me, I think the club is just shit right now because even when I was on my high and willing to just do 20 pound dances I could barely make anything.





wow, i just cannot catch a break with this club. i had to call 3 regulars to come in and see me, and even then i left with 250 after house fee!! there were almost NO guys in the club, it looked like a monday afternoon in there..and so many girls we were all on top of each other in the dressing room.
im thinking about going back to rhode island, or maybe try a club closer to boston. i'm just at the end of my rope with this place.
then to top things off, i come home and complain to my boyfriend who said " well, its because of all the weight you gained, you used to make more when you were thin". umm ok buddy, that MUST be the reason that my club has been dead for 2 months, its because i gained weight. i just want to punch him right in the fucking mouth.
i'm about to just lose it with him.
Nobody really showed up till around 12:30-1 and I made a little over my quota. Some sweet guy made my night even though our conversation was dull and his friends were assholes. Luckily they liked me enough to not try and fuck with me because they ran off all the other girls who tried to talk to them. I really thank God because I have been praying for miracles and this was one of them.




Well this last week has been so shit, after I smashed it the last week
I have the next 2 days off and I'm going to write down my goals and ways that I can achieve it so I can get back on my game
also apparently if you dont make at least 500euros a week they fire you, one of the girls isn't making it (i dont know how because you have to work 5 nights a week and making 100euros a night is super easy, especially since you get commission on drinks too) so i really need to up my game next week so I don't look like a knob





Back to a shit night... went home with $100 after paying my fees, bullshit. I really tried tonight and I just could not get it, although it seemed like most girls were having a shit night too. I'm going to go buy the blondest wig ever on Monday and see if that helps, because my hair is turning more ginger-y from washing it, I had a customer come in who was here 4 weeks ago and he commented on it.
I had the strangest customer. I sat with him and he was nice and first and then just became a TOTAL ass, like took the trophy for asshole of the week. I called him and asshole and told him to fuck off and left. Two hours later he came up to me and asked me if I was OK and said he was really sorry for how he had acted and would I please give him a dance. I said no and walked away. He came up to me again thirty minutes later and asked again and I said no, he said well I'm not going to leave until you dance with me and I just laughed. An hour later his friend came up to me and said he wouldn't leave until I danced for him. So I went over and asked if he wanted to do a room and he said no, just a dance. He was being so sweet all of a sudden and he ended up just giving me 20 pounds to talk. But seriously, he waited around for almost 2 hours just to buy a dance after being such a dickhead? What a weirdo!
I had my tortured intellectual tonight. He was staring at the stage with that bitter look of a twenty-something absorbed in self important existentialism. Curly hair, glasses, intense eyes.
"You look pensive."
"I am." He noticed the two dollar word. He was done for. These are the boys who fall for me in real life. I asked, he answered, "No! I'm not going to tell you what I'm thinking. It's personal."
He tried to be rude and standoffish for another minute or two. I gave him more words- ennui, pathos, void, social creatures.
"You really really understand me!"
Three VIP's later and he's in love. Telling me how never in a million years has he dreamt of wanting to kiss...*gasp* a stripper! But now....more than anything.
He was a nice break from the " Dayum gurl yo booty be so fine" crowd. I love them young and grateful for everything you do. It makes me feel like I have sparkle tits and rainbow farts.
I also had a couple girls tonight- I know some people don't like women customers but they always tip me very well, and don't require a whole lot of work during private dances- they just go "Oh my god you're so hot!" and giggle and blush when you grab their boobs, and then the husbands slip an extra something when you bring them back to the floor wriggling with the naughtiness of it all.
My knees hurt like a bitch. The joints are creaking. My biceps are sore because I did my first pole class today. My sciatica is kicking up. I feel like an old lady.
I made my quota for the week- enough to pay insurance, two months rent, to buy a new outfit. My hustle is speeding up.
Here's to a grand weekend ladies!





Very average weekend, blah bored of this club.
xoxo
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