Your Most Embarrassing Moment As Stripper

[SarahM91]

Hey beautiful ladies,

So I am new to this industry and thought it would help myself, as well as others both new and experienced, to read some funny (or scary) embarrassing moments. Share how you dealt with it or how you wish you dealt with it.

Have a fall on stage? Hurt a customer? SHARE PLEASE!!! I look forward to reading...

Sarah xo

[sugarmouse0707]

Walked out of the toilets with asswipe stuck to my shoe...
Fell whilst pole dancing
Kicked a customer in the face with my 7incher after too much champagne
I constantly forget customer's names and details even if they've spent a lot on me and remember everything I've told them...

[lynn2009]

So many...one of my first nights my knee started bleeding on stage after I was doing floor work. so I grabbed one of the cleaning cloths and it was like I was in a porno full nude cleaning on my hands and knees...really embarassing. I have tripped a couple of times walking on the floor.

[Elizabe]

In 6 years I have fallen offstage, been caught in outright lies by customers, had a bad habit of thinking I remembered names or information about customers when I had them confused with someone else, was tripped by my own underwear, ate shit on the pole in front of large crowds, neglected to do a pussy check pre stage only to find myself naked gyrating in front of a guy I had a crush on with toilet paper all over my pussy. I wanted to die

[Melonie]

I was working a booking in a small downtown club. The club itself / staff / other dancers / money etc. were great. But the customers' contact expectations were well beyond my personal comfort zone. And while the club manager was definitely against 'extras' in the club, the bouncers and quite a few of the dancers had a very different idea. At any rate, after dealing with grabby customers all week, I was getting more and more pissed off about customers not wanting to take 'no' for an answer.

So I'm in the VIP area with a customer who had acted the perfect gentleman in the main club area. But within seconds of starting a lap dance and turning my back, the guy tries to finger me ... which thanks to a Lucy Liu move I manage to deflect his hand a fraction of a second before it would have made contact. I politely but firmly tell the guy that I don't allow that. The guy acts a bit shocked and promises to stop, and given the degree of 'extras' other girls are providing I take this to be an honest 'mistake' on the part of this customer, and resume dancing.

But a minute later the guy tries it again. This time I manage to grab both of the guy's wrists, and attempt to read him the 'riot act' ... telling him again that I don't allow that, and if he tries it one more time and I will have him thrown out of the club. The guy apologizes, slips me a sizeable tip, and promises that it won't happen again.

So I resume dancing, but wouldn't you know, another minute later the guy tries to finger me a third time. So this time I manage to grab one of the guy's wrists, and I also jump over the back of the chair pulling the guy's arm behind his back ... and wait for a few seconds expecting that a bouncer is going to intervene to 'make good' on my threat to have the guy thrown out of the club.

But after another 30 seconds worth of waiting, and concluding that the bouncers aren't going to do shit, my Irish blood boils up. I jam the guy's wrist into his back and use the hammerlock to get the guy to stand up ... and then announce 'you're outa here' and start marching the customer out of the VIP area myself, right through the main club area, and past the club's door cash register that is run by the club manager. I look the manager straight in the eye and ask 'you gotta problem with this ?' ( he says 'it looks like you're doing fine all by yourself !' ).

So I continue to march this asshole past the line of customers waiting to pay their cover charges and out the club's front door. And to chill my Irish blood, as I finally let go of the hammerlock, I plant my 6" heel on the guy's ass and kick him to the curb. At that point, the customers on the sidewalk who are waiting to get into the club burst into hoots, howls, applause etc. And it is at that point that I realize that I'm standing on a public sidewalk, under the club's spotlights, wearing nothing but those 6" heels !!!

[Eva4eva]

I once felt brave enough to try a bit of a rougher, tougher choregraphy while giving a private dance. So I manage to pull it out quite well and I reach the end of the song being quite breathless. I do my "gran finale" by arching my back backwards to make upside-down eye contact with the customer, and I see he is smiling hugely and I KNOW he has just made up his mind to buy more dances... and right in that moment my long, shiny, silky human hair wig falls off and reveals my spiky short hair.
You should have seen his face. One moment he looked like he found out Christmas was coming six months earlier, the next he looked like he found out Christmas had been cancelled altogether!

[SkyeSabrina]

When I was on a side stage (one of the smaller stages attatched to a booth), I had a pole come unscrewed while I was performing a trick and started to fall sideways. Thankfully I jumped off before I came down with it, but I was known as "the girl who broke stuff" for at least a month at the club.
On a side note: the couple renting the booth tipped me $30 because they had never seen anyone do that before.

[simone87]

mine are super embarrassing, god..
periods on stage, and i mean full on blood-covering-my-legs-and-ass bad. and not one guy said anything or was kind enough to let me know. another time it happened while giving a guy a dance, thankfully it was dark

having a customer spread my ass cheeks when i was bent over, so it let air into my pussy and then guess what happened while sitting on his lap...yup! *groans with embarrassment*

some of the tamer ones are kicking a guy in the face on stage accidentally, falling right on my head doing a pole trick, falling on stage, etc

[SammieGurl]

I had the farts one night bad..kept holding it in while on stage. Then with loud music I just started letting it go. Too loud to hear anything. Then I'm about to let one out and as soon as I start the music stops! Lets say it was quite embarrashing cause here I am on stage in front of a lot of guys. It was heard across the club!

Only good thing is everybody thought it was so funny I got a big tip out.

[SarahM91]

OH MY...

I'm blushing for you ladies. HAHA, I'm hoping I avoid these situations. Fingers crossed.

[venibrook12]

Here i have found very dramatic situations. I know stripping is really a very hard job.

[charlie61]

I'm a very, very careful person, so I don't have many embarrassing moments (I never drink & dance, which helps). I've only fallen once on stage, and it was more of a graceful crumple that went mostly unnoticed.

My most embarrassing moment was when I was working during my period, and in the middle of a dance, I soaked through a tampon and started bleeding down my leg (TMI, I know). I can't remember exactly what I did. I think I said something like "OMG I just remembered I have to be on stage next!" and ran to a bathroom. He didn't even notice what happened, so I got pretty lucky.

[charlie61]

I remember back when I was dancing regularly, I'd have "day-nightmares" about stuff like this. Obsessive thoughts picturing myself knocking over drinks, falling off of the pole, falling down on stage, having toilet paper stuck to my vag, etc. Men are generally so much kinder and more forgiving than women are in this regard - most guys handle our mishaps pretty gracefully.

[AriesDanceFlame7]

@Sammie Awwwww! That's actually cute! I love guys who accept our bodily functions. You deserve to toot your horn, love! ^_^

[cairalis]

Definitely getting caught pouring out expensive champagne on the floor, I mean we did it all the time but only got caught once...(working in Barcelona, commission on champagnes) customer nicely said "if you dont want to drink it just dont...no need to pour it out"
Luckily I could blame my manager, uffff I still feel so stupid thinking about that moment.

[ToeOfTheCamel]

My first embarrassing moment was accidently going on stage for another girl's set. We have very similar names, and it was a song we both dance to. She was really gracious about it, thankfully!
I had a FAT amount of TP stuck to my downstairs once, and we have blacklight overkill. That was the one time I didn't do a pussy check before my set; I'm usually so meticulous about it!! Never again!
And last night, I foolishly disregarded any tampons, believing my period was over - wrong. Halfway through my song, *blurp* THE DAM BROKE AND THE SACRIFICIAL RED DRIBBLE BURST FORTH. That was always my nightmare, and it happened. Omg...

[Poletastic]

I am the master of disaster.

Arrived early to the club at like 9am to go work a golf tournament, was already ready, bored, wandered out to one of the upstairs poles, no one around, spin spin spin, leghang, loud noise...I had kicked a disco ball hanging way to close to the pole. Picked up the two pieces, walked back to the dressing room, set it on my managers desk and was like uh sorry my bad. She thinks I am crazy.

The Yogini wipeout. The yogini is a super advanced pole trick...armpit hold while your arching your back and holding the tops of both your feet behind you. Im on stage for a half hour out of each hour with other girls as well, it was pretty slow, not a lot of people around so I entertain myself by poling. I was dicking around not thinking too hard, let go of the pole before I was sure I actually was gripping it with my armpit, crash, onto my knees, looked up, ofcourse everyone who was there was staring at me. I walked it off, but yep, that hurt. Couple ppl asked me if I was ok later. I forget that the pole makes me acquire an audience.

The six stitch bitch incident: My friend had come to work with me on her first day ever as a dancer. Towards the end of the day shift I was dickin around in the basement where we were using to get ready at the time, and theres some random concrete walls ya gota watch out for. I did not watch out for them that day. Walked right into one, hard, knocked myself to the ground, concussion, so much blood, and my friend had to drive me 100 miles back home to our state so I could get six stitches in my forehead.

The filet minion incident: I have a friend who I ride with sometimes and she should not drink. Never, at all. Instant that girl, shes worked there for like ten years so she cant even really get in trouble. So a manager comes to find me to go apprehend her cuz shes wandering around being that girl. So I find her and try to drag her upstairs to the dorms to make her pass out. I get her up the stairs finally, she wanders into the bathroom and while peeing takes a bite out of a roll of TP. I have to be careful because I cant get her mad at me or else she may become hostile haha. So I get her outa there and she grabs the big champagne room sign off an easel with her teeth and flings it to the ground. Suddenly I lose her and shes running back down the stairs and into the crowd. Im thinking this is bad, I cant let her talk to anyone. I don't intercept in time and she is talking to a guy sitting at a table eating a filet minion. I try not to sound concerned and am like cmon man lets uh just go somewhere else. Well the next thing that happened I could not predict. She grabs the guys steak with her hand, takes a monster chomp into it and is ripping it with her teeth, then slams it back down onto the plate loud. Wow, so im trying to drag her away, while the guy is SCREAMING, and im like just let me get her away I just need to get her away im sorry haha. So after physically dragging her up the stairs she decides she can crawl to a bed, doesn't quite make it, I have to ask a girl I didn't know to help me grab her arms and legs and hoist her into a bed. A lot of people saw that, and I don't think they were impressed.

The time I fell off the stage: (Good example of why you should not get swasted at work) The bar is the stage at the club, its big, it was a Friday night and there were a lot of people there. I was talking to a guy and I went to put my foot on one of the bar stools then hop off the bar/stage (pretty high up there) and hop off like always, unfortunately I forgot to hold onto the chair. Happened really fast, stool went down, I go down faceplant style with it right in the middle of the club. Next day was like wow my head hurts, got a text asking how my head was....and it brought back the memory that I had decided to try to block.

The lapdance room potted plant crash: So im giving a lappy to this cool guy who was touring as part of the crew of Australian pink Floyd. He was cute. The ends of the seats in the lappy room are not attached to the seats, they are like little tables, and they are not actually attached to anything. I knew this. I decide to put my butt on one and get my one foot behind my head, I felt like I totally had it under control and put the other foot behind my head. That's when I realize I had no way to balance and went backwards, feet flying over my head and smashed my head so dang hard on this huge ceramic potted plant. On the bright side, I guess I was really hilarious and he paid me for my unfinished dances and hooked me up with some tickets to see their show in Boston.

The sink poop: We used to get ready in the basement as to not pay to use the dressing room. That ended a little while ago for a number of reasons. There wasn't working toilets down there we just had a sink, peeing in the sink was pretty much an accepted practice. So I walk down there and my friend is the only one in there and is like OMG MAN....I just accidently pooped in the sink. Luckily she had cleaned it up with baby wipes before anyone came in, but was then concerned that the garbage might then smell like poop.


I could go on like this forever haha. Wild times. Be safe. Injuries suck and can really set you back for a while.

[Jasmine.Doll]

I think I posted this somewhere else, so sorry for repeating myself. But, once I was on stage, crawling around and having a serious "in the zone" stripper moment. I was feeling the music and the energy in the room was great! I did a massive, incredibly forceful hairflip. I thought I was a good 3 feet from the pole, but I had lost track. I was right next to the pole. When I flipped my hair, I smashed the side of my forehead into the pole. I knocked myself out. I was only out for under a minute, but people were still freaking our. The DJ said he could hear my skull smacking into the brass, over the music. I saw spots for 24 hours and had a giant knot on my head for like 2 weeks.

[Poletastic]

I am the master of disaster.

Arrived early to the club at like 9am to go work a golf tournament, was already ready, bored, wandered out to one of the upstairs poles, no one around, spin spin spin, leghang, loud noise...I had kicked a disco ball hanging way to close to the pole. Picked up the two pieces, walked back to the dressing room, set it on my managers desk and was like uh sorry my bad. She thinks I am crazy.

The Yogini wipeout. The yogini is a super advanced pole trick...armpit hold while your arching your back and holding the tops of both your feet behind you. Im on stage for a half hour out of each hour with other girls as well, it was pretty slow, not a lot of people around so I entertain myself by poling. I was dicking around not thinking too hard, let go of the pole before I was sure I actually was gripping it with my armpit, crash, onto my knees, looked up, ofcourse everyone who was there was staring at me. I walked it off, but yep, that hurt. Couple ppl asked me if I was ok later. I forget that the pole makes me acquire an audience.

The six stitch bitch incident: My friend had come to work with me on her first day ever as a dancer. Towards the end of the day shift I was dickin around in the basement where we were using to get ready at the time, and theres some random concrete walls ya gota watch out for. I did not watch out for them that day. Walked right into one, hard, knocked myself to the ground, concussion, so much blood, and my friend had to drive me 100 miles back home to our state so I could get six stitches in my forehead.

The filet minion incident: I have a friend who I ride with sometimes and she should not drink. Never, at all. Instant that girl, shes worked there for like ten years so she cant even really get in trouble. So a manager comes to find me to go apprehend her cuz shes wandering around being that girl. So I find her and try to drag her upstairs to the dorms to make her pass out. I get her up the stairs finally, she wanders into the bathroom and while peeing takes a bite out of a roll of TP. I have to be careful because I cant get her mad at me or else she may become hostile haha. So I get her outa there and she grabs the big champagne room sign off an easel with her teeth and flings it to the ground. Suddenly I lose her and shes running back down the stairs and into the crowd. Im thinking this is bad, I cant let her talk to anyone. I don't intercept in time and she is talking to a guy sitting at a table eating a filet minion. I try not to sound concerned and am like cmon man lets uh just go somewhere else. Well the next thing that happened I could not predict. She grabs the guys steak with her hand, takes a monster chomp into it and is ripping it with her teeth, then slams it back down onto the plate loud. Wow, so im trying to drag her away, while the guy is SCREAMING, and im like just let me get her away I just need to get her away im sorry haha. So after physically dragging her up the stairs she decides she can crawl to a bed, doesn't quite make it, I have to ask a girl I didn't know to help me grab her arms and legs and hoist her into a bed. A lot of people saw that, and I don't think they were impressed.

The time I fell off the stage: (Good example of why you should not get swasted at work) The bar is the stage at the club, its big, it was a Friday night and there were a lot of people there. I was talking to a guy and I went to put my foot on one of the bar stools then hop off the bar/stage (pretty high up there) and hop off like always, unfortunately I forgot to hold onto the chair. Happened really fast, stool went down, I go down faceplant style with it right in the middle of the club. Next day was like wow my head hurts, got a text asking how my head was....and it brought back the memory that I had decided to try to block.

The lapdance room potted plant crash: So im giving a lappy to this cool guy who was touring as part of the crew of Australian pink Floyd. He was cute. The ends of the seats in the lappy room are not attached to the seats, they are like little tables, and they are not actually attached to anything. I knew this. I decide to put my butt on one and get my one foot behind my head, I felt like I totally had it under control and put the other foot behind my head. That's when I realize I had no way to balance and went backwards, feet flying over my head and smashed my head so dang hard on this huge ceramic potted plant. On the bright side, I guess I was really hilarious and he paid me for my unfinished dances and hooked me up with some tickets to see their show in Boston.

The sink poop: We used to get ready in the basement as to not pay to use the dressing room. That ended a little while ago for a number of reasons. There wasn't working toilets down there we just had a sink, peeing in the sink was pretty much an accepted practice. So I walk down there and my friend is the only one in there and is like OMG MAN....I just accidently pooped in the sink. Luckily she had cleaned it up with baby wipes before anyone came in, but was then concerned that the garbage might then smell like poop.


I could go on like this forever haha. Wild times. Be safe. Injuries suck and can really set you back for a while. I fell down the stairs skipping down from the VIP counting my money all pumped, not holding on, went down, my money flew over the railing all over, luckily someone I work with saw it and got it all for me. Ripped off most of my knee, which bled for weeks, and didn't know at the time but had damaged my foot so bad I developed a bone spur on the top of it and limped around all summer and now pretty much only wear my 3inch mini pleasers because of how messed up I am now.

Id post pictures if I knew how. I don't hurt myself all the time, but when I do, I make it count.

[Jasmine.Doll]

Also knocked a customer out, who was sitting at the stage. I lost a shoe (a big shoe) during a pole trick and it fell straight down on his head. I don't think the shoe knocked him out, in my defense. I think he got knocked out after the shoe hit him and knocked him backwards from his chair, to the floor.

Also got a gushing period during a set. That was a bummer.

Also have put crusty g-strings on insideout after nude sets. That's never fun either.

[countcrabula]

one time, this kid at the stage built a house with dollar bills. i thought i'd go over and be an asshole and kick them down and laugh about it.

so i went to kick it, right? well, on the other foot, my 7" heel went up on an angle and i came crashing down onto the stage. -_-

fortunately they were 2 of only 4 people in the building.

[countcrabula]

oh, i also regularly fart rancid gas onto customers in lap dances. funny enough, they end up getting multiple dances!

[xcatxbrownx]

OMFG LOL^^^^^^^

I have kicked customers in the balls on stage a few times...

[ashleexsapphire]

The way the club I used to work at was that your stage sets have two songs, and you're supposed to go topless during the second. When I first started dancing, I used to wear miniskirts and take them off during the first song just for fun and extra tips. I was doing my stage set, and I was wearing a lace thong and a skirt with a zipper. I tried to unzip my skirt and it got stuck on my panties. I was obviously struggling, had my skirt half off, and nearly fell over. I wound up pulling it up and just dancing anyway with the zipper half down.

[_khaleesi_]

Lmfao! I love this thread.

I'm always scared I'm going to mess up. Luckily for me, fate has been rather kind to me so far. I refuse to work when I'm on my period, mainly to avoid any mortifying period mishaps. I've only gotten embarrassed two times so far at work. Once while I got a little too wasted and completely face planted while stepping down from the stage, and a second time while I was on the floor stretching forward, butt facing the audience when one of the bouncers leans over the stage to tell me that my vagina was showing(at a topless club). I was a little embarrassed when I kept hearing him talking about it to other people. I got tipped nicely though lol