I've officially been dancing for six months. It is my only source of income.
It's easier now- I know all the girls and actually have a certain camaraderie with most of the regular girls and veterans. Even the really scary one who I was pretty sure was going to shank me after that next line of coke. We talk shit to each other now, and I tell her to lay off when she starts digging into other people.
I know all the staff and they have my back. They know the music I like, what I look good dancing to, that I tip well, am honest, don't drink, and am always good to get goofy. I know the regulars and they miss me when I'm gone.
When I go in off the clock I get girls screaming my name and smiling from the stage, and others coming by for some booty slaps. My DJ complains if I don't stay. I have a reputation as a dancer and people get excited about my stage show, people tell their friends, people come back for me. Other dancers bring their friends in to get dances from me because I'm good with girls, I'm good with couples, I keep the birthday boys and strip club virgins so happy their friends shell out all night to keep them in back. The old jaded business men steal me away, and even the young grumps smile for me.
I've had horrible nights where people are cruel, when solicitation is a god send after that guy talking about beating women to keep them in line. Guys in paper thin "jizz in" pants, or unzipped jeans with unwelcome surprises. Been ripped off. Kicked people out. I know to ignore the time wasters now instead of getting in long convoluted drunk logic grope sessions. I know to stay sane and take a moment to sit in a dark corner rather than try to bargain with broke assholes. I'm not intimidated by the guys pressuring for more. I don't try to please people who are rude. I don't sit in laps for free.
I don't know if I'm still a baby stripper or not. My dancing needs work, and I don't do my nails, tan, wax, or even own makeup that stays on all night. I have two or three outfits, one pair of shoes. One necklace. I know one basic spin on the pole. I haven't gone to the bigger club in town yet because I've heard there's no money there. But I feel like I should get hired just to prove I'm not intimidated. Not scared of starting from scratch.
When do you stop being the new girl? Is it time, experience, attitude? Did you have a "this is my job" moment, or did it creep up over years?



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