So dead and only groups came in-non tipping groups at that. Club isn't making money because now one of the "staff" said their pay will be getting cut. Not a good sign.
So dead and only groups came in-non tipping groups at that. Club isn't making money because now one of the "staff" said their pay will be getting cut. Not a good sign.




You'll get the hang of the air dances. It becomes way more about you being an entertainer for the vast majority of guys. Either lots of conversing, being funny, or dirty talking, to make it appear you are really into them even though you can't touch them. Lots of sexy posing... remember there's guys who will spend hundreds of dollars just to stare at you, you're definitely worth more than one song.
I've grown to love no contact clubs because I ultimately find it a lot less mentally draining when the customers are so far away and I don't have to worry about slapping hands away from places they're trying to wander all the time.
Anyways tonight's shift- I'm working a club which isn't noted for it's private dance sales, most money here is made off stage tips, one of the freelancers I talked to said she's worked there for 3 years and the most dances she's ever done in a night was 32. A friend of mine is on the lineup too this week so after starting off the night with a few sales, and then basically being back to back on stage, we hustled doubles after the shows were over and we cleaned up. Finished the night with 24 dances. Would have liked another 4 though, the club wants you to sell 28 over the whole 6 days so it'd be cool to smoke that in one night.
Tomorrow is my last shift there so hopefully we'll kill it again, I never hustle with a buddy but this girl actually knows what she's doing and is really good at making guys want to buy more dances once their time is up, so as long as we both make money life is good.



Well I made well above my goal in 2 hours. Customer at the stage was tipping me 20s and then found me for a private. The manager was nowhere to be seen for 20 minutes so we were waiting and I very nearly lost the sale. So I got pretty annoyed. But he literally went to the atm after and tipped me the cost of the room which was a really nice surprise.
Also, not tonight but Wednesday I had a celebrity encounter. Eep!!! Money wise it was shitty but I have a damn good story to tell now.
Totally decent shift. I'm pleased. Night had a good flow to it, and I felt like I really hit my groove on stage. I was all entertaining n' shit. I thought it'd be dead since it's the end of the month, so I was pleasantly surprised.
Finally a good night walked out with $950




Sunday sucked. There was like a total of 5 guys that came in from 9pm-2am.
I made about 40 pounds (80 Canadian) after house fees.
I was pissy and fucked up on getting more dances from some guy, who in retrospect, probably would have gotten a VIP with me.






An OK night, but that's kind of an achievement for me at this point--I've been in a real dry spell. It's slow season, but besides that I've had some fairly serious self-confidence issues and have just generally been striking out for months. It's gotten to the point that I mostly do waitressing shifts instead of dancing. Well, this week I made myself sign up for two dancing shifts and I just completed the first one. I was relentlessly cheerful to everyone, I made sure to say 'hi' to everyone even if I didn't hustle everyone (thanks Charlie61 for that advice) and I talked to people who didn't come up and tip me at the rack. It paid off. I got rained on for being cheerful while no one was tipping, I got most of my dances from someone I was nice to in passing but didn't hustle, and I got the rest of my dances from a group of dudes who weren't tipping anyone. Hooray!
I feel better about everything.




Yeah, I was pissed.
Thankfully I don't live in England and don't have to pay for accommodation or transportation to and from work.
The club was pretty dead and the only girl who made any significant money had a regular come in. The rest of us just sat around on our cell phones most of the night.
Last night was slightly better but not much. Made about 100 pounds after fees. There weren't any more customers and there were two times the amount of girls there were on Sunday.




I turned a non-spender into a VIP customer last night. He had all the lines: "I'm not here to buy dances." "I don't have any money." "I just tip at the stage."
But there was just something about this guy that made me think his mind could be changed. Maybe it was that we had chemistry. Maybe it was that he looked like Joe Manganiello a little bit that made me linger a while. Also, it was super slow last night and all the rest of customers had girls sitting with them already.
I talked with him about all the dance options and he balked at the prices. He said he hadn't been to a strip club in over 20 years and he didn't remember the prices being so high back then. I asked him how much his rent was 20 years ago? He conceded the point that prices go up.
He turned me down on all the dances, multiple times. I told him, "I'm just going to say this, and then I'll say nothing else about the dances: Are you really going to walk out of here without at least getting a single, $40 dance? Do you really want to leave here wondering what you might have missed out on?"
And then I did something I almost never do (and really should): I shut up. I waited for his decision as he considered the question for way longer than I'm usually comfortable with. Then he said, "Ok, lets go."
At the end of the $40 dance, it was obvious that he really into it. Of course, I asked if he would like to buy another dance. He turned me down, but I got the impression that saying no was very difficult for him. I had to go on stage anyway, so I told him I'd meet up with him after.
I returned to his table, we ordered more drinks and after a few minutes he asked ME if I wanted to go back to VIP.
And in my head I'm all like:
What I actually said was, "Of course! You're a lot of fun to dance for..." or something like that.
I walked into the DR, grabbed my heels and work coat, then walked out. I sat at the bar to talk to my manager for a few minutes. Told her, "I'm done. I'm retiring permanently this time." She could tell something was up with me (we've been friends outside for years) so she pressed me for some info. So I started explaining:
I've had plenty of downtime to think between business being slow and free time at home. I HAVE to make changes in my life. I just left my husband for reasons I don't fully understand, I'm exhausted from driving an hour back and forth to take care of my kids everyday (moved in with BF), and I'm losing memory of entire chunks of my work shifts from drinking too much. I've decided to leave sex work entirely. No dancing, no camming, and I shut down all my clip stores. I'm cutting back on drinking, trying to quit smoking, and going through Vicodin withdrawl because I haven't taken any in about 3 or 4 days.
My BF wasn't thrilled about the sex work, but understood that this was how I paid my bills and fed my kids. He knew better and never asked me to quit because he saw how hypocritical it would be considering we met ITC. However, when I told him I wanted to quit but needed financial help to do it, he said he would help me if I really was done. I have a job interview tomorrow, so I'm not entirely screwed.
She gave me a hug, offered me some advice and job leads, congratulated me, and told me to call her to do lunch of if I needed anything. She understood. She has seen me spiral out of control before, but this time it was different.
I went home and got to have the most relaxing night I ever had because the stress of the club was officially gone! Then the next day I went to my interview, rocked it, and got the job! If it works out, I'll be making almost the same amount as dancing with only having to work 1 more day a week. Since then, 3 regulars have called to congratulate me also. Honestly, I truly think I was meant to quit and make changes. Almost seems meant to be with the incredible luck I've had.
Seeing as this is my last post in this this thread, I wish you ladies good luck and lots of money!




Congrats Aurora14! Good luck on your new adventures!




Good for you, Aurora! It can be hard to see/ admit that life is getting out of control and kudos to you for acknowleding it and addressing those issues. I'm glad that you have and that you're doingvwhats best for you and your family.
Congrats on the new job and all the best to you!




I worked way too hard for what I brought home. I'd forgotten how bad weeknights are. There were a few people here and there, but not enough to do much with.
I have this really awesome video of my teeny 3 month old puppy trying and failing to hump one of his toys. He shuffles around with it, fails, brings the toy to me, shuffles around some more, fails and makes a valiant attempt at howling in frustration, which sounds more like he was gargling. Showing it to customers sold dances, for some unexplainable reason, but I'm grateful for the money my little pervert dog brought me.
A customer did try to pit me and another dancer against each other. He refused a second dance from her, stating that he was more interested in me. He told me that she ran off with his change, so he couldn't get another dance. She gave me some shit about It and I told her what he said about her. She was kinda drunk so it took her a minute to figure out what he was doing. She seemed pretty nice after that.
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So slow, even for this time of year. After hours of nothing, a couple guys came into the club for the last hour. Unbelievable douchebags dudebro guys looking for cocaine, but I managed to sell one of them several dances. I rebuffed every attempt at getting me to do extras, at which point he turned into a sad little bitch, trying to convince me he was talking shit about me with some other girls working and they were all laughing at me. Bitch, I have your money: if I'm so awful, joke's on you huh? I ignored him and he left. In the end, not a bad haul for an unbelievably slow night.
P.S: Congrats Aurora14!
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OMG, I do this 2, only when I'm drunk tho, I think back the next day like wtf was I talking to that guy about trump/isis/how I wanna do other things for, all those r way too much, they guys don't even give a fuck about sometimes,ill talk so much the guy has to ask me for a dance.lol. I hate myself for those nights/times. I usually do pretty well tho it seems the off nights are the nights I do this.




Omg last night was full of assholes. One guy was older and from NYC and I asked how he liked the club and he said its 'very Texas' and I asked if thats a good thing and he shook his head 'no'. Like OKAY then leave? He tips me because I'm on stage and comes up to me at one of the other stages I'm on later and asks how old I am. I tell him 23 and he says '2 x' and I said what? He rolls his eyes at me and says 'math' and I'm like ok..? and he dramatically rolls his eyes again and smirks and walks away. As he's walking away I tell him my degree is in physical therapy not math dickhead (minus the dickhead). Like is this how you spend your free time? Trolling in the club talking down to naked strippers who are way younger than you?
Then later in the night I spend a lot of time with this guy and his friends and they get a champagne room. I was dealing with his douchey rich boy attitude with a smile for like 2 hours and at the end of the night he tries to not pay me. I take the cash from him and he snatches it out of my hand ripping one of the bills saying I didn't deserve it. I just about lost it. He did end up paying me and his friends kept apologizing for him but it was just the cherry on top to that already annoying night.
And I think this is partly why I'm now over stripping lol. I just don't have the patience for this shit anymore.




I thought tonight was going to suck, seeing as it's mid week. I consulted the Magic 8 Ball, which said that I should go in, but I wouldn't make any money.
It was half right. I made 3x what I was hoping to and ended up staying after my shift was over because the money was just flowing so well. On a Wednesday. Go figure.
One of the drugged out extras girls went to VIP and I was checking the stage rotation. The manager and the DJ were talking and the manager flat out said that she's rather see me back there than extras girl. Hey, that's pretty cool!
A guy fell madly in love with me at about midnight. It rained for the rest of my stages, which was pretty fun. I think I've remembered how to hustle. Having such a huge regular made me lazy and complacent, but It's good to know I've still got it.
Re: Regulars
This is a HUGE hustler lesson. Sure, it's nice to have guaranteed income from regulars, but they often come with SO much baggage. And they could be keeping you from other customers who want to spend just as much money on you with half of the emotional effort. I am constantly re-learning this lesson.



Oh my god.
I went to my usual club and they were charging girls 4x the usual house fee at the door. So I pretty much was like girl bye and walked to my other club down the street...where I made a staggering 80 dollars -.- oh well at least I didn't have to pay extortionate house fees. I have never heard of house being that high here in LA.




Yeah. My regular was my first high dollar guy and, due to a lot of non work stuff going on, I'd only work when he was coming in. The club also went through some changes in management and customer base, so it was kind of a shock when I went back to straight hustling. It was great while it lasted and I got a lot accomplished but this little hiatus (of he ever does come back. I'm not counting on it) has reminded me that no regular is forever.
He wasn't really a whole lot of effort for the payoff, but relying on one customer for all of my income... Bad idea. It's cool though. It only took me a few shifts to figure everything out and adjust.
The most dead I've ever seen this club. If I hadn't made money in the first half of my shift, I would've left with very little. Feeling very thankful to have made what I made.





Not sure if I'm allowed to post this here, but I do occasional shifts and a few private parties. Cancelled a pp cuz they refused security and to pay upfront. Just got like seventeen death threats. Well, guess made the right choice!
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