Debated putting this in stripping general or club chat, but there's too much.
I've been in Fort Lauderdale the last seventeen days - all sorts of wacky. We arrive at Motel 6 and apparently every two-bit motel along I-95 is full up. Yippee. We have a reservation, which I couldn't use because I'm under-21. Luckily, they didn't drop my reservation and let my bf take it.
So we stay there two days. It had MUSHROOMS growing in the bathroom.Bleh.
I go over to Diamond Dolls, since it was in within walking distance of where we were staying, and looked reasonably nice. First we have trouble getting in because my bf is dressed like a beach bum, then I ask about checking the place out as a dancer. I can't, as I'm still under-21. I can audition and work, but that's it. So, next day, audition, get hired, work on a Sunday. Worked a split shift, didn't realize split shift meant tipping twice. >.< But, didn't matter, made good money. HOWEVER, I do not recommend ANYONE working there, without this warning at least. When I hit the floor, one of the managers tells me the owner likes to get dances, and if the owner askes me to do anything I don't want to, not to, "he's 80-years-old and harmless."That shoulda been a big glaring warning, but I'm dumb, I figured it was more of a "this is a high contact club, if you're not comfortable with high contact you don't have to do high contact" type of thing. Weeeeelp, owner took me in his office, bolted the door, and asked for a couple of dances. Okee. I do some lapdances. He then hikes up his shirt. Woot, 80-year-old man-chest. And askes me to suck on his nipples so he could cum.
So, after saying "no" about a million times, he says "you don't do much at all, do you?"
me: "I guess not."
Him: "well I guess we're done then." Did give me $100, after asking me what I was charging for champagne rooms.
So, yeah, fun as that was... I didn't work another shift there.
Call up Scores on Monday, told to come in for amatuer night. Went in for amatuer night. Amatuer night is cancelled due to club deadness and I'm hired on the spot. So I worked at Scores the rest of the time, broke personal records on money made. I have a few quips with the place, though. Some girls and even, if random customer is to be believed, a manager said there is "friction" dancing in champagne rooms. Other people swear up and down there is no friction in the club. This whole air dance thing is new to me, weirdness. And I don't like bouncers that won't, at the least, say to customer AND dancer "no touching" or something. I've gotten a lot of "oh, I'm just innocently putting my arm around your waist and oh dearie me it just happens to grab your breast and oh I didn't mean to and definitely won't do it again in the next 30 seconds - oh clumsy me...." type of guys. And then I get told to not let customers touch me. And I know the flip side is, of course, girls LETTING guys touch them or whatever, but informing the customer of the rules doesn't hurt, does it? And oh my god, horrible merchandise runs! They aren't that bad, as here you can return merchandise if you at least make a pass at selling it without having to pay for it yourself, but totally throws off the groove. Especially when a customer is in the VIP area.
Oh yeah, back to lodging. We stayed in another motel for "the budget-conscious traveler", sans mushrooms, right on the beach. That was wonderful, cost a pretty penny but was, really, worth it - I could cross the street and be on the sand [or walk another direction and be at the library] I even got a little tiny bit of a tan. Not that you'd really notice unless you imagine me first with that special Nerd-Florescent-Lighting-Induced-Pallor first, and especially there none of my coworkers, except one redhead, rival my lack of tan. Though my bf commented:
"Oh wow! You did get a tan, now there's like a 'V' on your ass! You should change your stagename to Voltara and run with it!" *smirk*
We also went to the RenFest [wonderful, they have a pretty nice one there, and you get a huge discount at if you show up early and give blood] and Butterfly world, for touristy-ness. And now have a lasting fondness for Sublime and Dandee Donuts to eat at. Yum. And the bf was overjoyed at the polish deli.
Hopefully we'll be able to go back [for a long time, we're considering a month], I'm back up here because I have a school appointment tomorrow AND next monday [no, they can't be closer together, who else loves college administration??], and weekend after that is Easter - soo will probably be visiting family. We'll see how it goes. And if I do manage it, I want to at least meet some of you down there! Com'on, we have video games... and cookies...
I would eventually like to see somewheres further west, the furtherest west I've been is West Viriginia.![]()
Maybe this time I can buy a computer prior to travel, so I don't have to use the library and hence, no stripperweb for me.heheh.



Bleh.
That shoulda been a big glaring warning, but I'm dumb, I figured it was more of a "this is a high contact club, if you're not comfortable with high contact you don't have to do high contact" type of thing. Weeeeelp, owner took me in his office, bolted the door, and asked for a couple of dances. Okee. I do some lapdances. He then hikes up his shirt. Woot, 80-year-old man-chest. And askes me to suck on his nipples so he could cum.
So, after saying "no" about a million times, he says "you don't do much at all, do you?"
, sans mushrooms, right on the beach. That was wonderful, cost a pretty penny but was, really, worth it - I could cross the street and be on the sand [or walk another direction and be at the library] I even got a little tiny bit of a tan. Not that you'd really notice unless you imagine me first with that special Nerd-Florescent-Lighting-Induced-Pallor first, and especially there none of my coworkers, except one redhead, rival my lack of tan. Though my bf commented:
heheh.
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