had them? (yes, of course you have!) anyways, how do you deal with situations like your uncle walks into the club you work at? something like that?
had them? (yes, of course you have!) anyways, how do you deal with situations like your uncle walks into the club you work at? something like that?
LOL... My Dad walked into the club I worked at when I was a newbie at this years ago when I was in college... he's howling like a hound dog and I walk up, take off my hat and its my "suprise!!!" Dad.
Hmmm... bet y'all are wondering what happened next huh?
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absolutely... do tell..Originally Posted by Gynger link=board=27;threadid=7956;start=msg91939#msg9193 9 date=1081111631
They say there's a Heaven for those who await.
Some say it's better but I say it ain't.
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints...
the sinners have much more fun.





I want to know what happened next too !
Tho' mine IS an embarressing moment![]()
... I had gone to the loo and wiped everything with tissue paper (of course washed my hands too). Okay.. I'm up on stage.. and one of my co-dancers is in the audience making a gesture about something.
I look at her with a "What? I don't understand what you're trying to say" ??? look. She approaches the stage to inform me my tampon is showing. I look at her with a "huh?" because I don't need tampons (I use Depro Provera.. the injectible pill.. so I don't get my period at all). I then dance my way to the mirror at the back of the stage and do a move so I can check out what she is going on about....
It seems that I had some tissue paper stuck in my pussy and it made it look like that a bit of tampon was showing!
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because I had 'lent over' a few times already on stage... oh dear... I'll go hide/lurk now..
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enter: E3167322D9 for your 10% discount
I fell off stage once... that was about the worst one I can remember...
oh and once I ran into someone I went to school with, to school in a small somewhat conservative town...



Ack, funny you should mention this. I've had a rough week!
Wednesday- Sister in law's husband comes in
Friday- high school classmate whose family lives next door to my parents
Saturday- member of the yacht club that my entire family (including myself) belong to. (actually I should mention not just a member but the commodore of it)
I avoided the in-law but didn't manage to escape the other two *sigh*





I've had a few embarrassing moments at work.ed:
-Falling on stage (It's happened to me when I was sober and when I was drunk)
-Falling down in front of customers while walking around
(I'm a klutz)
-Farting while doing a lapdance for a customer (I played it off as my shoe squeaking, LOL)
im sure we've all had a period mishap once or twice
Originally Posted by blondhottie link=board=27;threadid=7956;start=msg92140#msg9214 0 date=1081143729
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Oh my god, thats great! LMAO
Once I was on stage, and a guy had set his drink dangerously close to the edge of the tip rail. Well, he ended up wearing it, and I don't remember how. I was real embarrassed, and he was drenched.. lol.. But, I got over it instantly, because he ordered a new drink and asked me to dump it on him for $20. LOL.. Weird what some guys are into.
That was tame compared to a few other incidents I've had. The one that tops the list is when I was flipping over the rail and a regular decided to lean in. My heel caught his nose and he was snorting blood.. lol.. I mentioned this in another post, and I can't remember where it is. He was alright though, just a little cut on his nose after the blood was washed away, but it was embarrassing for both of us anyway. LOL
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When I first started dancing I slipped on a slick spot where one of the girls' lotion rubbed off onto the stage. Fell on my ass and my shoe went flying and landed by a customer. He brought it over and gave me five bucks. At least I didn't knock anyone out. I've knocked my fair share of drinks over sat on some guys' pants and got a spot of blood on them. I just had to start while I was sitting there. My tampon has made an apperance also. I think we all have moments. =)
Smoochies...
I've also farted on a customers lap. Oopps..
Smoochies...
Oh man, the first week I ever danced I flipped backwards off of the drink railing! I landed on my head and my knees, very painful. I've fallen so many times in my seven years of dancing, that doesn't seem to embarass me anymore! Otherwise, yeah, the toilet paper stuck to the coot thing sucks. So I always make sure to do a "cling-on" check after peeing!
"A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to want to take it off you."
Francoise Sagan





I feel so much better after reading this thread lol. When I broke up with my ex, his silly friends had gathered up all the info they could about my "mishaps" to turn him against me. So thankfully *sarcastic*, I got to hear about them all at once. Now I know it's common and expected when you're out there doing it every night. Heh. They can all kiss my heel in their mouths. Hee Hee.![]()
When I first started dancing I worked a double and I was so tired. My legs were not used to it and my muscles were shaking. So we broke the tip rail at the club and so they set up little tables around the stage. Well I got down off the stage to give the customer a little dance and as I was stepping over his leg to get back on stage I fell over backward over his leg, so my legs are flying all over the place, knocked the table over with his drink and burning cigarette in the ashtray all over another dancer who was sitting with a customer.
Yeah there was no way I could "play" that one off lol.
Shayden
When all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail!
I think I said this one in another thread...
I was doing a private dance for a customer and when I got up to walk away when it was done, I tripped over my own feet and landed on the floor (sprawled on the floor is more like it). I laughed, looked at him and said, "How's that for a sexy floor show?" He bought another dance (or two...don't remember anymore).
Just last night, some other dancer worked on a bottle of lotion just before she went on stage, and slicked up the pole. I wiped it down, but not good enough. I went to do a sexy little spin, caught the slick spot and lost my grip and fell and hit the stage. It was totally obvious and when I got to the tip rail, some guy goes, "Are you ok???" and I laughed and said, "Oh, that? Well, yeah, new trick...looks pretty sexy and sensual, huh?" I laughed it off and got a $20 tip...sweet.
i needed that. thanks y'all. now i know when i start and fall on my shoes i'm not the only one.... lol. ummm exactly how far up are these tip rails if you can flip over them?




Would that be considered an "extra"? tee hee.Originally Posted by blondhottie link=board=27;threadid=7956;start=msg92140#msg9214 0 date=1081143729
Honestly, you know you're a "regular" when your dancer no longer tries to blame her shoe, the couch or the couple next to you- but instead proudly lays claim to it and looks to you for a grade/score.
It doesn't matter if you're somebody in this world, it rather matters you mean the whole world to somebody.





Originally Posted by polecat link=board=27;threadid=7956;start=msg92408#msg9240 8 date=1081196606
LOL, I've heard of foot fetishes and pantyhose fetishes, but never fart fetishes! There probably are some guys out there that would be into that though; nothing surprises me anymore! :o
If it's a customer I know well and I accidentally fart, I'll admit it. But if it's a guy I just met, I'll blame it on my shoe or on the couch.![]()
I've had a customer offer me 100$. Boy I wish I had to rip one. But, there was know way I could. Lost out, I guess. Eww...
Smoochies...





Okay... I think I will get the 'most embarressing moment' award....
I decided to 'put off' my Depro P. shot for another month (hence making it the fourth month since the last shot)... well... I didn't have any signs prior to this happening that it would happen....
It was near the end of the shift (phew.. so I could go home early.. yay!) and a regular of mine had bought a lap dance. I was doing the lap dance... when half way thru it (hour long dance)... there was blood on his WHITE polo shirt/top. Not alot at the time.. just a spot.. but then 'the rivers burst' as such and I had to run to the toilet RIGHT THEN...
I don't know to the day whether or not he was able to get my period blood stain out of his white shirt.. but he did stick with me for all the time I was at Players (just over a year).
I was sooooooooo embarressed!
enter: E3167322D9 for your 10% discount
Hows this for ya: we have a wireless mic that I use when I dj... well one night after about 5 bottles of water I had to pee really bad so I shove the mic into my back pocket and go to take care of business.. Just as the flow picks up speed there was a quiet moment in the song and clear as day the club was filled with the sounds of me in the bathroom. Not only the sounds of natures call but my voice singing quite off key.....I walked out of the restroom and half the club was staring at me so I took a bow and went back up into my hole and hid out the rest of the night,lol
Funny stuff =)
Smoochies...



Sometimes when I'm doing floor work if my back is sweaty it'll create sort of a suction with the floor and make a farting sound. I always get really embarassed but no one has mentioned it yet so hopefully they can't hear it over the music.
I was working in a full nude club. All I was wearing was a cowboy hat, and dancing to (Rhia will love this one...) I wanna be a cowboy (by boys don't cry.. great song!!!) and my dad was down to visit me, but decided to visit his best friend a few days beforehand, and they decided to go out to the clubs.. OF ALL The clubs in L.A., they picked the one I was working at.
So here comes young perky Gynger... and as the set get going, and the clothes start coming off, my dad is howling like a hound dog and I go to the end of the stage and lift my hat up to see who this guy that's howling is, and to my horrified surprise, its my dear old dad. The look of horror still haunts me today..
So, I leave the stage (in the middle of my set) and I explain to the manager that "I can not absolutely, CAN NOT go back out there" and explain why, meanwhile my dad is at the bouncer's throat demanding he see me.
The next day, he shows up and gives me the lecture of all lectures, then just merely asks " Please tell me sweetie, are you at least making good money?"
To this day, my dad can't look me in the eye and it has never brought up. The only thing that was said after all the dust settled, was "Your my child, and whatever you choose to do is your business, but it doesn't mean I have to like it, and Please tell me you make good money". Of course, the safety topic came up too.. but it was definately my most embarassing moment.
So much for breaking it to him gently eh?
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