A customer came in his pants while I was giving him a lapdance![]()
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Got spit on
Dancer smelled
Customer peed
Dancer farted
Customer smelled
Got cussed out
Dancer peed
Got cussed out
Customer farted
Dancer threw up
A fight
Customer threw up
Other (state below)



A customer came in his pants while I was giving him a lapdance![]()
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Numerous customers have peed and cum in my presence. A few threw up, so did many dancers. A girl who was producing milk got some on my face when I tipped her. I so regret that.The one that really stands out is when a family with an MRDD member came in to let off some steam after the funeral of their mom. I danced for all of them. The MRDD one went outside and took a huge, watery shit outside and another dancer rolled her rolley bag through it.








I've seen a lot of people vomit, pee, use trash cans as toilets, etc. etc. Regardless of all that I still think the top grossest thing is when guys cum during a dance.





I think I've seen at least two of each of the poll options, & here's my additions:
Doing a double room w/ a dancer who, looking back, was likely on smtg … in addition to being on the rag, only w/o the rag. She trailed that shit all over the couch & onto one of the two customers' clothes b4 they noticed it.
At one club in Daytona, the house girls were going above&beyond to cull the herd of new girls that had started around the same time. I got fired after a few days for fighting, along w/ the house girl who started it, but earlier that nite I saw four of the house girls all deposit their soaked-thru tampons in various compartments of a new girl's dance bag.
One dancer in the dressing-room shower w/ severe diarrhea after another dancer squirted Visine in her drink.





Anything is possible I suppose. If I had to stake my life on it, I'd probably still guess that it was her vagina itself, more than anything because the smell was so powerful. It really smelled like she had some type of infection going on down there. But of course you are right that I really can't be 100% positive that it wasn't her underwear.





Last edited by Vyanka; 12-13-2014 at 09:39 PM.









The lactation hustle. It is exactly what it sounds like.
This was when I was a wide-eyed newbie. A girl I really admired for her beauty and dancing skills fell off the vanity ledge in the dressing room downstairs and smashed her face directly into the concrete floor. I heard and watched her front teeth skitter across the room. There was blood everywhere; she was crying hysterically. And no one upstairs would call an ambulance for her since she was drinking underage.
"There are different kinds of darkness. There is darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful. There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good."
- The Court of Mist and Fury
The club had been giving her alcohol and was worried they might lose their liquor license. Eventually someone called, and she ended up being fine. Luckily she had drank enough that she wasn't in a terrible amount of pain. But...it was horrifying. And professionally devastating to lose such prominent teeth. I'll never forget it. >_<





omg that is so sad!! i hear that if you like immediately put the teeth back in and hold them there, they will actually "grow back"..i hope she at least got dentures or something, that is like my worst nightmare to lose front teeth. poor girl
Yeah - literally worst-nightmare material right there. The ledge was high, and her reflexes were impaired from drinking, so she couldn't catch herself. She directly faceplanted into the concrete - her face hit before any other part of her body since she had her legs hooked under the ledge. Horrifying!!




I'm right 96% of the time.I don't sweat
the other 5% .......................



I voted customer throwing up, why it was the grossest was because it was on me, whilst completely butt-naked mid-dance. I'd even stopped dancing to ask if he was ok or if he wanted to go get some water because he had started sweating profusely and looking pale since I started the dance. He told me he was fine then vomited on my leg, about 2 inches below my vagina. I have never screamed and sworn at anyone so much in my life ever! Luckily that club had showers in the change room where I spent the next 20 minutes then the next two hours just hiding in dressing room fuming and traumatised.
Other gross things:
Customer who smelled like mouldy cheese, still regret dancing for him to this day. Had to keep sticking my head out of the booth for fresh air and the booth continued to smell like him for about 10 minutes after he left it.
Customer throwing up on the floor of the lap room after the dance, even though I told the staff they didn't clean it because an hour later I went to the same booth and knelt in something wet
My menstrual cup overflowing mid-dance. This has happened twice, the first time the customer didn't notice, the 2nd time there's no way they didn't - I was legs around his neck and when my hand went down there I realised it was wet with blood.
Had customers cum during dances a few times over the years. Always weird and gross and always the cheapest customers. Hasn't happened for ages thank fuck and finger's crossed!
Done a couple lesbian shows where I've gone down there and it has reeked.
Had times where I've forgotten deodorant and perfume... strangely usually the nights where I get complimented on my smell the most. I think there's another thread about this whole subject somewhere.
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One of the funniest gross stories I've heard was from a friend who said she was doing a double with this other girl early in the night. The other girl must've had sex not long before she started because during the dance she sneezed or coughed or something and her bf's cum dripped out onto the customer's leg![]()
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The usual gross smelling customers. Nothing in particular worth noting.
Been cussed out by customers, dancers, and staff. Again, nothing particular.
Dancers peeing in dressing room trashcans, three times.
Dancers vomiting more times than I can count, but thankfully not on the floor.
So. Many. Fights. Which leads me to:
After the biggest fight I've been witness to, the next girl on stage refused to go up. The DJ was teasing when he asked why over the PA, to which she responded "there's blood on it!" Sure enough, we had to wait while a staff member mopped the stage with diluted bleach and let it dry, because the girl on stage when the fight broke out bloodied a customer's face all over it.
My tampon string managed to work its way out of my bottoms while I was on stage.
By secondhand account, a one-nighter apparently hiked up her leg and pulled her bloody tampon out directly next to one of my seated dancer friends in the dressing room. A fight that I was barely able to prevent nearly broke out and, thankfully, that bitch was never seen or heard from again.
A few customers have cum on themselves. All but one were noticed before they actually came, so I was able to get the fuck off them before they did. The remaining one was hard but showed no other sign of being that worked up until I felt the wet spot on my ass. Thank all things holy for hand sanitizer.
Exotic dancing is like any other job.If you work in an office, you wear dress shoes and a suit.If you work in a restaraunt, you wear skid resistant shoes and a uniform.If you work in a strip club, you wear 7" stilettos and lycra g-strings.





Somehow nothing terribly gross has happened yet, besides the usual stinky customers.
There is one guy whose breath smells terrible. Like, I did not know it was possible to have your breath smell like dog shit... but his does... I cannot look at him while talking, I have to turn my head away and pretend to be listening extra hard so he won't breathe directly on me.
On the fight topic, at my prior club apparently two customers got into a disagreement inside the club... customer #1 went outside, waited for the other, and when customer #2 came out, customer #1 beat him with a baseball bat.
"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 was giving a lapdance when I suddenly realized that I was super wet. Turns out I had started my period and bled all over the poor guy.
A customer caught me off guard and nipped my nipple with his mouth.
The grossest thing that ever happened to me was when I was still a noob.. I was dancing for a customer and I'm pretty sure I was drunk, so I felt something and didn't think much of it, until I turned around and realized he had whipped his dick out!!!! Ughhhhhgyuivcgxyvu.
Working at strip clubs can be fucking traumatizing.




Could have just been extremely bad halitosis, with all its potential causes, but I suspect he might have had a dead tooth if it was that extreme. I've met a couple of people with dead teeth, and it's astonishing just how similar it smells to dog shit or especially road kill.
Another gross fight: Dancer T (my first club's cash cow who could do basically whatever the fuck she wanted on the floor because she banked off of long standing regulars) was snacking on some of Dancer G's signature "crack jerky" while making rounds, when a customer pulled her over to talk. Asshole talks shit to her for eating on the floor and insults her breath, so she tells him off and moves on. Later, she's finished her jerky and walks around again while chewing gum to freshen her breath. Same customer pulls her over and apparently insults her again. From my place on stage, I hear glass breaking and look up just in time to see her, a broken beer bottle in one hand and yanking his head back by his ponytail with the other as she spits her gum down his throat. Proceeds to toss the bottle into the nearby trashcan and goes to knocking him around a few times before bouncers break it up and toss him out. When I talked to her about it after my stage set, she told me that "he grabbed me" and winked.
That was the day I, as a still fresh faced newbie, realized Dancer T was nuckin' futs and not to be trifled with.
Exotic dancing is like any other job.If you work in an office, you wear dress shoes and a suit.If you work in a restaraunt, you wear skid resistant shoes and a uniform.If you work in a strip club, you wear 7" stilettos and lycra g-strings.




I know, right? The upside to working at that club when I did is that I came in early enough to see just how ruthless these older girls were (and develop a backbone by following their lead) but late enough that they had actually chillaxed to a point that didn't scare me away!
Exotic dancing is like any other job.If you work in an office, you wear dress shoes and a suit.If you work in a restaraunt, you wear skid resistant shoes and a uniform.If you work in a strip club, you wear 7" stilettos and lycra g-strings.
i left the room like 30 seconds .....came in started danceing sliped fell down ......he came on the floor .... i stepped in it .... yuck.... i wiped it on his leg .... game over ......i left........
I've dances for a couple of customers that smelled really bad. So bad that it was hard for me to dance for them like I can only air dance in case their stank is contagious.
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