



Young dude tells me that he's introduced himself to me thirteen times and still can't understand why I never remember him. "Are you sure it was me, sweetie?" "Oh yeah, I'm sure. I can't help but remember how beautiful you are. I don't do dances though, I just want to find someone to hang out with..." I interrupt him with, "And that's why I never remember you. Have a good night." And walk off.
They call a feature, which I don't sell because it's that weird time where people are leaving or just getting in. Loser dance on stage.
Traveling businessman, I try a technique I read about in a thread here where you talk about loving traveling (which is legit, I really do love it which translates to genuine enthusiasm) which is supposed to subconsciously prime them with idea of traveling, and he traveled right back to the lap dance area, but just for three songs. I think the technique helped but honestly I get the feeling he'd have gone regardless from the way he looked at me as I was walking over initially.
Sat around for a bit, didn't really see anyone worth approaching. Lap dance room was empty. Chatted with other girls and staff. Thought about cooking shows and how I'd give Alton Brown a free lapdance just for his cornbread recipe. Decided to make cornbread this weekend.
Noticed that I seem to be doing pretty well on stage, which is unusual. This is not a big stage money club unless you are one of the pole ninjas or it's Fri/Sat. Is it the new boots I'm wearing?
They call another feature. I'm annoyed because they usually only do one. Realize they're probably trying to get the crowd to open up. Sell it to a young kid from the Midwest. He tells me to come back later and then later doesn't seem to want to tip me onstage even though he's at the tip rail and avoids eye contact while sulking. WTF?
See a former customer that I'm on good terms with (he moved from paying customer to that guy that gives dancers rides and is probably getting free pussy but is always respectful and isn't weird to me) and go to say hello because he'll tip a twenty for a minute of conversation. His friend digs me and tips me ten within a minute of me saying hello. Buys me a (fake) drink. Continues to tip me ten to twenty every song or so for dancing around next to him and basically giggling and having light conversation. I stay put because it's about what I'd make selling dances. Puts me in handcuffs for a song (no surprise there, his buddy the former customer was big into bdsm, which was why he used to like me back when I had Bettie Page hair and looked goth). They were quick release so I wasn't worried about getting in a bad situation. He has me tip girls on stage 5-10 each periodically. Halfway through our time together I excuse myself to change out of my boots to regular heels because the boots are making me sweat like a nasty pig.
They leave and I think about doing the same because I'm tired but decide to stick it out because my day job schedule will be keeping me from working next week. I'm the last girl on stage and end up getting rained on by a couple for one song then rained on by another guy for the next song. Sweet. Glad I stayed.
So for once I had a nicely profitable low stress shift. I only did a few dances and made the bulk of my money off tips and the amount I made was pretty decent for a Thursday. I could have made more if I'd really hustled at certain points but I just got past a period of being burned out and am focusing on putting my sanity before money.
I came into work in a bad mood because I had lost my phone and spent hours looking for it, and was late as a result. I HATE feeling rushed and resented paying the late fee, so I considered just skipping work... plus I had almost gotten hit by three separate idiot drivers on the way over to pick my phone up from the store I realized I left it at. Like, slamming on the breaks inches away from a head on collision, three times within 5 minutes. It was stressful and I was literally screaming at the other drivers in anger.
I was in a pretty bad mood, but I figured I might as well just readjust my nightly goals to be lower and go in anyway, because some money was better than no money and I had nothing else to do that evening anyway. I was sitting in the back (I dont like to look bored on the floor, so if there's nobody to hustle I go sit in VIP for a bit until new people come in) and a fellow dancer came in and sat by me. She noticed my frown and I told her what was wrong. She immediately started telling me how fortunate and lucky I was that neither of those cars managed to hit me, and she told me a story about how her car rolled when she wasn't wearing a seatbelt once, and how she was so grateful to god that she was alive after the accident. I realized she was totally right, and I was looking at the situation from a bad attitude. In my phone i typed up a quick snippet about all the reasons I was annoyed, and then I wrote twice as much about how I was lucky to have found my phone and to have avoided car accidents and to arrive safely at work, and how I was so lucky to have the opportunity to make hundreds of dollars in a single night, and in a single night could earn more than I used to make in a month at my old job. My attitude turned around and I walked out of the room smiling. Within twenty minutes I found a customer and sold an hour to him. Bam. You can look at a situation from a variety of perspectives... try seeing things from a different point of view. Attitude is everything!! I ended up having an amazing night.





I'm so pissed. Full moon all week and tonight they are retards ! I fucken went with this guy who called me over ans recognized me from last year and he didn't get a vip and when I get done there's my good shy regular leaving because he has been looking for me for an hour and he had to fly out at 5am. Lovely. I can't complain I did 6 vips last night but ugh. I did 1. My average is 3-5 especially on fri and sat. i couldn't even converse with anyone tonight. I still did good but the bouncer was like " damn you did the most vips last night,' I'm sure you're going to again. yeah no.



Pretty weird night. Absolutely nothing happening for me other than table dances here and there. So I'm strolling around the room with a glass of wine in my hand after talking to a regular about reptilians and conspiracy theories and this really young guy grabs my hand out of nowhere and is like "take me somewhere." So I tell him the price for the half hour assuming he's not got a hell of a lot of money and take him up. Then my stripper mind is like "hey, let's just do the hour while we're up here" when the VIP host was taking his card. He got the hour and we shared a bottle of champagne and he was very gentlemanly and sweet and we talked for most of it (about how he was there for his friends bachelor party) with dancing in between. When the hour was up, I told him I'd love to do another hour with him. He told me he couldn't afford the hour but could do the half hour...so we did that! After that, mainly guys from this convention coming through town (which was meant to be huge but so far every guy I've spoken to from the convention has been cheap as heck!) getting table dances from me. One guy called me over, pulled my hair and didn't buy a dance. I went home at close and had a pretty average night but all in all can't complain because this week has been terrible for most of my co workers and I had a pretty bad night last night.
I suggest vip to a guy after sitting with him for longer than I usually do. He claims he will buy but makes a rude remark like "I'm not going to feed you cash all night I know you're here to make money so you can walk around if you want"
Ugh! I hate when they make stupid ass remarks.
Well too bad fucker I'm already here and im going to make sure you keep your word. So I finally get him to do a whopping 2 dances.
I keep hustling and make more money but I hate crowds and cigarette smoke and loud ass music so I make as much as I can in 3 hours and leave.
As I'm leaving i tell dancers in dressing room how one of my old regulars decided to pop up at the club and dance with a known extras girl then we go back for vip dances and he get mad I won't let him suck on my boobs like "what? I can't suck your tits I've been coming to see you all this time?" Um no mutherfucker. Then the dancers in the dr say they let customers suck their tits if they sell them a room. Ugh!!!! SMMFH! WTF?!?
I can't understand how some of these dancers with boyfriends / husbands do not consider them going the extra mile as cheating. Or maybe since it's their boobs they don't count. Or maybe they have open relationships as long as the money is coming in. Idk To each his own I guess.
“Cook for him like a housewife, fuck him good like a nympho….pay the rent and the car note, he invests in me like crypto”




Has anyone else's club been shitty lately? I'm trying to be positive but damn like 3 nights in a row I've barely made any money! And it's not just me either it's a lot of girls at my club. It's either dead and nobody is spending or it's really busy and still nobody is spending (other than a $10 dance). What's going on??
My boobs have PTSD just from the occasional custy who'd sneak a touch (with mouth, hands, etc.) against my will. I can't imagine working with that as the norm. It's been years since I've danced regularly, and I still get flashes of anger whenever anything brushes up against my nipples...



I've never had such a bad week. 3 nights in a row and my profit after paying rent ($450) is $15. For three days of work. I'm blaming the full moon, I didn't work last week, but the week before that I made like $2000 that week.
This has been the most disgusting week for me. My club usually attracts amazing customers who are here to spend money, respectful, etc. but these past 3 days have been a nightmare. There was a row of guys standing upwatching the stage on Saturday night, not tipping or buying dances, not even tipping the waitress. No one made money. The customers have been thugs and pimps, where we usually get businessmen. wtf happened this week what a nightmare oh my god.





Finally had a decent day yesterday. There were only 5 girls. I ascertained that I was the hottest one there, said "in that case, fuck $10 dances", and refused to do floor dances. The first guy I tried it on suddenly didn't speak English, but then the 2nd guy took me to the private room, and the guy after went to regular VIP. Hardly any customers after that so I relented and did 4 floor dances, for people who probably had 0 intention of buying, but in my head I was like "You are the only customers in here, I have a goal to make, you are getting a dance motherfucker" and it worked.
Then zero custies for at least 30 mins, so I bailed out before I would have had to tip night staff for the privilege of sitting in an empty club.
I agree with the full moon theory though. Both days I worked last week were weird, either super dead, or super busy with people only buying $10 dances, and there was SO MUCH DRAMA with girls.
"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."
Last Friday was so slow, so awful. I only did well because 80% of the girls were in the DR bitching and leaving early which allowed the few customers that trickled in go to me! Thank goodness Saturday made up for it. We are starting to get quite a few bachelor parties which really helps.
I was so busy with lapdances that I wasn't able to get to the back to dance for the VIP Room, which is fine by me. I made more up front.
I gave a lapdance to my first couple, its so awkward for me. I loved getting them with my ex before I was a dancer. But now I'm conflicted, should I give them both equal time? Then I'm afraid that the girl will get mad/jealous. Should I have them kiss and touch eachother? Gah! IDK. Its something I need to figure out, ASAP.




Well I'm glad it's not just my club. People I know in other service industries said their work has been just as slow so maybe it's just a weird phase business is going through at the moment. Hopefully it's SUPER temporary.





Yup, dead again. Aye carumba. Between the 20 girls through the place, only 11 VIP bands sold in 8 hours... ugh.
"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."




Last night was awful. Not only was it painfully slow but we had a new DJ who only had Rap, 80's hair metal and funk. Nothing like trying to do a dance to the theme song for The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. I made enough to not regret going in.
Tonight looked like it was going to be an absolute fucking disaster, but it ended up awesome. I landed both of the big boys and tips like crazy. I'm WAY ahead this month so... Hello Skrillex!!!



DAE worst night ever? It was like Monday at my club tonight, except with 20 girls because Friday. I walked out with $50. Kill me.



I haven't worked a shift so weird in years. It started out nicely, I had a few regulars come in back to back and everything went smoothly with no issues.
Then the second I was available a guy I didn't know bounded up to me and said he would "like a lap dance." He had very shifty eyes and was very awkward. No big deal, tons of strip club customers are "off" a little. As soon as I started dancing he asked if I saw people OTC, if I had cocaine, and if I would fuck him in VIP. Guys ask stuff like that at times, but I thought asking all kinds of questions like that in the first few seconds of a dance was a little weird.
No less than five minutes when I was done with him, another guy I didn't know got a dance and did the exact same thing. Hmmmm....The police investigated my club last summer and I'm wondering if they are sending undercovers in again.
After all that I spend time with a guy I've known for like a month, and he told me he made a paper doll to look like me and dresses her in different outfits he creates. WTF?!??
Then I ended up dancing for a guy that told me how he's obsessed with Fifty Shades of Grey and then tried to spank and bite me during his dances, so I had to cut that short too.
Thank god at the end I did two VIPS then left.
I'm starting to believe that Friday the 13th creepy stuff is real...I took a shower the second I got home and I just can't get over that a grown man has a paper doll of me....



You guys ever get the occasional drunk customer who acts really sweet at first, like he's enjoying the dances and wants to get to know you better, but when its time to pay, he freezes-
and when you demand the money, he all of a sudden starts acting surly and offended? And not only does he NOT have the money, he also gets loud and mean, calling you names, etc?
It's weird, I used to get them once in a blue moon- not often at all- but this week alone I got two, and they were super similar.
The first one (a few shifts ago) was bragging about how he is a music producer and has "girls riding his dick all the time" and was inviting me to go play with him at his penthouse, and when i asked him to pay for the dances first, he froze, then flat-out refused. I told a bouncer and we got money from his friend instead, all while this boy is screaming at me that I'm a whore, i should do escorting instead, etc. So dumb. I retorted, "Escorting is awesome, but you'd still have to PAY ME!" The guy's friend gave me an extra tip when he handed me the money. I told the guy's friend that since he gave me an extra tip, "i won't punch [him] in the face." The friend then said, "If you punch him in the face, I'll punch YOU in the face!" And then the bouncers had to intervene again. Management had a talk with me in the DR about how I need to step out of the situation next time, instead of causing things to escalate. I thought it was kinda funny how I was reprimanded for NOT punching anyone. I really wanted to! But I held back! I showed self-control!
Last night another drunk boy tried the exact same trick. I think it might be that their egos think they're such hot shit they can cop dances for free, and then they're upset that they actually can't. This guy was $5 short and still hollering, "You're a WHORE! A filthy, disgusting WHORE! You're a piece of shit! You make me sick!"
But instead of threatening to punch this one in the face, I just calmly told him, "Take that home and go to bed with it."
And i hope he does.
Anyways, advanced hustle technique, maybe? I could start hexing bad customers. Prayers work, and so do gentle, deliberate curses. I won't wish them any additional evils, i just want karma to hand them back the same dishes that they served.

Until midnight I only made $60 from an old daytime regular, but I hustled really fast at the end and came out with $100 less than my night shift average. Fridays are becoming so weird and difficult. we will fill up, but nobody will be spending. February was actually better for me!





Oh God yes, I had one similar who was all mushy and "I want you to get to KNOW me and we all just want love" and then the minute I expected him to pay me for my time he did a 180* and started demanding to cum for his money. Alcohol brings out the bipolar worst in some people.
"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 thankfully had a really good night tonight. And it was pure luck lol. Me and another girl did a lesbian stage show and a guy seemed to like it. Thankfully he was literally the only one in the club who had money and he spend almost 20 000DKK (which is like $2500) on me and the other girl. So woop




Yesterday was a fucking nightmare. Not only were there a shitton of dancers, there was zero money. In fact, most of the custys were cunty women. Wtf. Why do straight women come into strip clubs? They don't get dances or tip, they whine about how expensive drinks are and treat us like shit. I was in the restroom and these lardasses were talking so much shit about us. I came out of the stall, washed my hands and gave them an obvious head to toe lookover before laughing at them and leaving. Fucking bitches. I'm here to make a living, not to be heckled so some nasty slag can feel better about her pathetic self.
A manager from my old club came in before I did, trying to recruit girls. They've been doing this for a while, so I'm not surprised. What cracked me up is that they sent the manager that sexually harasses all of the dancers in. Not exactly the best impression to send in the manager who's missing most of his teeth, is stoned out of his mind and has the mentality of a retarded dog.
I don't really think there's anything to Friday the 13th but... I'm not working another one anytime soon. It makes people weird.




Friday was good and last night was okay. A lot busier and more people spending on Friday. I had some douchey looking guys say they hangout with girls for free usually and I said "that's why you're in a strip club.." and they freaked out calling me a "dick" (guessing they wanted to call me a bitch lol) and i'm "too hot to be a dick" lol ookay. Then last night I met a guy who is from Iraq and he said if I ever went there the men would "eat me" because I would be "dessert" to them. Wtf.




Tonight rocked. I was the first dancer to check in... At 4:30! There were a group of 3 drunk guys and a regular in VIP. Easy money. The drunk guys got annoying as fuck but they fixated on the next dancer who came in. It was boring slow until the last hour, when another regular came in and had me tip the dancer onstage. I always do a little show with the other dancer and the drunk guy got interested in my again, which was good for a few $20's onstage.
I made double my average, on a painfully slow night. Woo hoo!!!



Finally broke my record after a month off from working. :o)



It started off quiet and then this well dressed middle age guy came in out of nowhere and wanted a drink with me. He started asking me very personal, weird questions and I lied on some of the answers but went along with the conversation. Then all the sudden he loudly proclaimed he "LOVED short girls" right after he pointed out what a giant I am. (5"6?! Really?)
Then he started bragging about what a smooth cheater he is and how his wife has no idea he hooks up with multiple other women every week and had been for years. He said dancers from my club always go to his hotel when he's in town (yeah right.)and whipped out a picture of one of his very homely mistresses. All of that struck a nerve having recently gotten divorced from a shady asshole just like that, so I just got up and walked away.
After that I danced with some random nice guys and then did a VIP with a young guy who was very sweet and generous and then I left early. I don't know why I feel very emotionally drained from today. I usually work Thursday's but im going to take tomorrow off.
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