My last shift I made $17 in four hours, drank 3 glasses of chardonnay and quit.I'm gonna take 3 weeks off and then look for another club or maybe even *gulp* a vanilla job until we move in May.
My last shift I made $17 in four hours, drank 3 glasses of chardonnay and quit.I'm gonna take 3 weeks off and then look for another club or maybe even *gulp* a vanilla job until we move in May.



Warning: ranting and self-pity follows
I moved clubs, because I was sure I could do better. Now I'm not so sure. The club was actually full last night for once, maybe the January blues are finally dissipating, but I still walked out with less than $150. I hustled all night, I talked to everyone, I made people laugh, I checked back later, I couldn't get a dance to save my goddamn life. All the stuff that worked at my old dive club doesn't work at all here. I wonder if I'm just not cool enough to work at a better and more popular club. Ugh! It doesn't help that the clientele is mostly young guys, who have never been my primary customer base. They have money, but they want extras, all of them: they want to get off in VIP, they want a hand job, they want blah blah blah and they're insultingly upfront about it. I'm a stripper, not a liar, and even though some other girls at my club have told me to just lie and say I'll do it when I won't, I can't and won't, I'm not a ROB.
I moved clubs because I was a top earner making $160 at my old club. There's more money at this new place but I can't get it. The place is competitive, the management tracks dancers' earnings and I know I'm not doing well and am pretty sure the management is judging me for sucking so hard. Maybe I moved too fast. Maybe I'm not ready for a real club.
I'll be reading sales books all day, eating things I shouldn't, and trying again tonight![]()
I agree that lying about doing extras is a bad idea. It's more trouble than it's worth. With the young hornballs I try to get them excited FAST and get them in the back before they start asking questions. Don't let them think for too long. I tell them how horny "I am" how cute "they are" act dumb and giggle a lot. Then I say I want "to get them in the back and do bad things to them." That strategy worked really well for me on Valentine's day when we had a lot of young guys. If a guy straight up asks for an extra, I let him know I'm disgusted, offended and make them feel like shit. That's just rude, not to mention it takes all the fun out of the game. But really if they're just blurting out that they want extras, what can you do about it? Maybe that club isn't so great if it's obviously extras ridden. :/
My last shift was a looong time ago now... I'm tempted to go back.
At the same time I don't really want to.
Or do I?








Had an asthma attack around 10pm and forgot my medication. I didn't want to give up so i continued the hustle for another 4.5 hours, sustaining the asthma. Didn't make a ton of money but i still made out alright, considering I could barely breathe. Couldn't make it past 3am, which made me sad because business was picking up. If I had stayed any longer though, i would have died. In the club. And that would have really sucked.
Approached a guy who seemed totally uninterested. He made a point of telling me that he was only here because his friends dragged him, he had a girlfriend waiting at home, etc.
Less than a minute in, i kinda felt like it was game over with this one already, but i as a last ditch effort i still asked, all deadpan, "So… you wanna dance?" (I'm not usually a "wanna dance" girl)
And he said, "Um…. Yeah ok why not. Let's go"
Also talked with a guy who seemed sort of interested, but when I asked him about dances, he gave me a polite smile and said, "Maybe later."
I said, "Yeah, but, how about NOW?"
and he went… "Ummm…. OK."
WOW! Anything works.





Again, so many girls, I couldn't even park out front at 1:30 pm... in 7 months, I've never had to park in back. Was like pulling teeth for a few hours. I don't know why it is that on busy days, I can't land anyone with any money, ever; it's like I continually have the worst luck, getting guys with just $20 left or just want to watch the "free" show or are waiting for their regular girl. I think it's because a day crowd is largely regulars and their favs, and the "scraps" were being divided by 10 other girls instead of the normal 2-3.
Also... regulars are fucking weird and exhausting and I don't want any more of them.
My old one, the Indian-doctor-who-is-incredibly-full-of-himself, came in, and apologized a zillion times for offending me a few weeks ago (he had said something mildly rude, and him being a pain in the ass already, I said to hell with it and walked away, then started ignoring him on subsequent visits). He groveled about how he respects me so much and I broke his heart, got 2 dances in VIP, started complaining how he couldn't get an erection so he was done, and then was supposedly leaving bc his wife was on her way home... I go on stage, find him still sitting there, and he starts whining about why did I not come sit with him more when I saw that he wasn't leaving. "Because I need to make another $200 and you aren't giving it to me." He's like, desperate for my attention, so he goes back to VIP with me. 2 songs in, starts asking me to play with his nipples. I said no, and he essentially morphed into this whining, screaming-ish child literally throwing a tantrum. Other guys were even staring at him... it was SO bizarre. For some reason I started laughing, and said "You're a millionaire surgeon, BEGGING to a stripper, how does that make you feel?" which only made his tantrum worse... but I was having way too much fun laughing at him so I just threw more kindling on the fire until the song ended. Then he gets up and goes "I HATE you, I hate all strippers." "That's nice, pay me" "You are the most OBNOXIOUS, MEAN, girl. I never want to see you again, do not speak to me!"
Edit to add: The whole thing is much funnier if you read his parts in a thick Indian accent and picture a small Indian man screwing his face up and beating his fists on a couch. Just a pro tip.
I about fell over laughing and had to sit in the booth recounting it all to the DJ before I could compose myself to go back on the floor. Then I was busy for the next 2 hours, including with a lovely little bisexual lady from Portland who was generous with the stage tips and appalled to find out that dances are only $10 here (thanks girl!), and ended up making over my goal. Amazing how telling off a draining customer can put you in a good mood... bahaha.
Last edited by Selina M; 02-21-2015 at 10:19 PM.
"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 had my second shift in my new club in denmark
I made about 3000DKK (I know this is defending my earnings but i thought I would make more tbh) it was really dead most of the time and most of my earnings was from one guy
i googled how much it would be in pounds and the rate has gone down dramatically im so in shock right now
when i worked in denmark before whatever i made, i divided by ten and added a little more. so if i made 3000DKK before, i'd calculate i'd made about £330
just put into google what i made and it says it's £297 WTF?! it's even less than ten
i'm really hoping it goes up again![]()




That reminds me of a customer my last shift (Friday night). He was also Indian and he was in from Atlanta and was not impressed by our bikini dances apparently. He just wanted to do $10 dances so he gets three and asks for change for $40 -.- I say no go to the bar thinking he might just give me the 40 but he goes to the bar lol. (I used to give guys change a long time ago but I realized how dumb it looks and I'm not an ATM machine so now I just say no.) Then he finds me again and wants more single dances.. he gets a couple and I say you might as well be getting a VIP because they're more private anyway and I hate doing single couch dances but he just wants the $10 ones. He pays me and then later he finds me AGAIN wanting more.. at this point its getting busy and I'm not wasting my time doing couch dances so I tell him that. He begs me to go back there and I say fine so we do one and then I'm trying to hurry up and get his money and he says wait I want one more.. so I say ok lets do it now and he says no I want the next song this one already started. So I tell him NO just give me the money I need to go work! My money is made in VIP not in couch dances and he wasn't even tipping a dime anyway. At that point I didn't even want his money anymore but he's begging me to do more dances and I just take $10 from him and run away.





^ Now now, they need to have done some kind of provocation for it at least![]()
I'm slowly losing my patience with bullshit. I got on another of my on/off regulars; this one comes in and sometimes wants to go to VIP with me, sometimes not, but he never dances with other girls. This time he comes in, whines about how last time I went to VIP with someone else so he left (apparently wasn't willing to wait), and tells me he has to leave in a couple minutes (this is not uncommon for him though, to literally stay for 2 minutes), so I got up. Other girls tried hustling him and nothing, but then after a while he comes up to the booth for a VIP band with another girl. I said "I thought you were leaving, huh?" and he won't look at me but tells the other girl "SEE I told you other girls would be mad at me" I just told him "I'm not mad, but you did lie to me and I don't tolerate people who lie to me. Don't talk to me again."
Then some new "veteran" gets on me about "He just got what he wanted, he wanted you to get annoyed". Same one who told me that it's "only a bad day if you make it one." STFU, nobody asked you.
I'm getting super burnt out of that club and its regular culture. Too much freeloading. Next I'll be going off at people who don't stage tip.
"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."



Selina M, you're my goddamn hero. I'm always amazed when men turn into 2-year-olds when denied titties.
After my whining post yesterday, I went back in and made 800 dollars in a double shift, shattering my previous record. I used Wednesday86's faster, "I'm-so-horny-don't-think-about-this-too-much" hustle about and it was much more effective on the young crowd than the slower, subtler hustle older guys seem to prefer. I am so happy!!!! I know I'll have more shit nights, but at least I know it's possible for me to make good money here and that upping my hustle is important.
I'm off to read sales books and count my money!
last night was great, I didn't have to hustle at all, guys just kept asking me for dances, every time i was done with one, here comes another one, I love nights like thatbut my shoes soles are splitting from the bottom so when I walk it makes a popping sound, lol. HOw tacky. They gotta go!




Last night was brutally slow. At one point, I was on stage dancing to a completely empty club. I kept on hustling anyone who came in and made close to my average. It wasn't hard as there was only me and another girl until right around when I left.
We're having another Grand Opening pretty soon and hopefully the club will get busier. I also had a long talk with a DJ from my old club. It's bad. Really bad. Like... The place might close down before the end of the year kind of bad. Sucks for them and I'm glad I got out of there.




It's really creepy when the pervy customers try to win your heart and get you to sleep with them by pretending they love you as a person and not your body.
Especially when, trying to prove how much of gentleman they are they insist on staring at your face and refuse to look anywhere else. Even when you're trying to drag their attention elsewhere and make them stare at your boobs instead they don't get the hint and just keep looking at your face like that O_O thinking you'll be impressed by the self-control they have.













Ok, this is pretty OT, sorry if mods have to move it, but I learned something useful in my nursing days and want to pay it forward: For smelly customers, putting a small amount of Vaporub above your upper lip will make you smell nothing but that. So very useful for the many smelly customers![]()




I knew I'd eventually have a bad night and tonight was it. It was slow but I was making a little money. This group of young gangster guys who were incredibly overserved took interest in me. Like falling down, 30 + shots in 6 hours, drunk. One of them couldn't figure out how to not follow me around the club harassing me. Grabbing my boobs, trying to grab my thong, hassling me while I was giving another customer a dance. I told him, very clearly, to stay away from me. The next time I went on stage, there he was. I flipped. I mean... Buy a hat so you can hold the fuck on to it, flipped. I didn't hit him but... I yelled at him so loud that security could hear me outside.
While security didn't kick him out until I threw a fit, they were quick to threaten the fuck out of a nice white guy in his 60's who accidentally touched my boob. Like, he was going for my belly, I slid and... Contact.
So, harassing a dancer and acting like a fucked up douche is just a slap on the wrist, while an errant boob touch warrants an RPG. I don't fucking get it.
I made about half my average, which was great, considering the crowd.




my head is throbbing ugh
i feel fine otherwise its just my head
i didnt make anything but i bought some new shoes lol
the new girls and i went out and i drank to much
ughhhhh i feel terrible









Was crazy lol. Despite it being sooo slow (I heard we closed early a couple times this week but I hadn't worked since the weekend) I made about $600, mostly from this really drunk guy. He was wasted when I met him at the start of my shift and we quickly went in the back. We were back there for a long time and he paid me accordingly (I had to tell him how much because he was too drunk to know) then we took a break and he got a shot of Fireball and a jack & coke. Apparently that was his Point of No Return because we went back there again and I did 4 songs then collected $100 from him (20 a song plus tip). I then kept dancing for 5 more songs, then he passed out. Out cold. Luckily I'm not the type to take advantage because I easily could've reached into his pockets and took whatever. Dude would not wake up. So I went and got his friend and told him he's passed out and owes me $100 (which he did) so his friend dug the $100 outta the guy's pocket and tried unsuccessfully to get him to wake up. It was slow so nbd, I went and informed the DJ of the situation and went about my way. About a half hr later I went in the back with another guy and the drunk dude was still back there. My manager eventually woke him up and helped him out, gave him water, etc. It was crazy though.
"Rather have my feet hurting than my pockets."



I don't know where the student who keeps buying half-hour VIPs from me gets his money, or who's paying off that credit card he keeps using, and I don't know how he's going to pass that test tomorrow when he stayed until 2:30 emptying his wallet on me.
But the good news is his money is in my pocket...again! May he pass that test and continue to make poor decisions with me.



Thursdays are usually pretty busy, not last night. Painfully slow with girls outnumbering customers. Fortunately for me I was one of the only girls on shift that has a strong hustle (or willingness to deal with) foreign born Hispanic men. The only color I see is green. A drawn out boring shift but I met my weeknight $ goal and it came quite easily![]()
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