SO... We went to the Lodge, ready to try out. Something I have never anticipated EVER: they aren't hiring?! The house mom said she hired 8 girls last night and will probably be hiring again in two weeks. I called Eve and she came to the dressing area and was a sympathetic shoulder, telling us we should try out at some other places since we were all dressed to go.
We stop at the Gentlemen's club and they call a manager out. I had already decided not to make up some fake stripping history, so we told him that we had done private parties. He told us that he didn't want to overwhelm us with the Sat night crowd and to come back tomorrow at 3.
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As we go out to the car, we see a sign for the Penthouse. We're at the point where anything sounds good, and as we drive up the Penthouse we are a bit more encouraged. We go in and ask to audition. The manager comes out, takes us to the dressing room, tells us to fill out a big old stack of papers and go start making money. Wow, that was easy, right?
First half an hour goes pretty good. I sold two dances pretty might right away to a couple of nice gentlemen. Really classy guys. I was feeling ready to go for gold, since the $40 covered my fees for the night. I stopped by and badgered my friend since she was sitting in a chair looking dazed. After covering the room a few times I go upstairs to scope out the VIP level. Dead. Dead. dead...d..e..a..d...
As I head downstairs, I notice my fiance has stopped by! I'm on my way to the table to sit down and clear my head for a minute when I hear "Hey baby, where you think you're goin?" Turn around, dazzling smile, flirt button on... They take me upstairs and try to buy me a drink. Well, I don't feel like drinking. He's a bit pissed at that. Then, he wants to buy a champagne room. Works for me! I don't know how that works at all at this point, mind you, but I know it's gonna make me money.
Then I hear my name. "EDEN, DANCE, NEXT"
I tell him the DJ called my name and I would be right back. He's not too impressed with that either. Honestly, at this point, I think he's an ass and I could give a care. So, I scamper to the stage, do my dances, promptly forget that I'm supposed to be rotating around to the little pole stages (no one notices) and scamper to the dressing room to ask the interum house mom (dad?) how the rooms work.
"I would charge at least $300 an hour for you, and have it go up depending on what they want to do. Don't sell yourself short. You're doing great!"
DEPENDING ON WHAT THEY WANT TO DO? OMG
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Scamper back upstairs.
"Didya see me? Didya like it?"
"Yea good, we go to the room now?"
"ok! (start walking) So I charge $350 an hour for the room..."
he stops "WHAT!?"
"... $350 an hour"
"What do I get for 350?"
"I dance for you. I take my dress off. It stays off."
"I get sex, right?"
"No. I dance. Nothing more"
"Oh come on, the other girls charge $150, and why should I even pay you if you won't do anything for me? (getting increasingly agitated)"
"If you want me to get the girl that does it for that much, I can..."
"No, I want you to go in there so we can fuck"
"Well. I don't do that. Do you want a lap dance?"
"Why should I even pay you at all? You're doing bad business"
"If you change your mind sweety, wave me down, ok? (very forced smile and turn, and walk)"
"I WON'T BE CHANGING MY MIND, YOU WON'T EVER GET ANY MONEY"
I go downstairs after chatting with a few very drunk men. Throughout the night I had been stopping by a few choice men and giving them a few minutes of conversation that I hoped would eventually turn into a few dances as they became increasingly eager for my visits. Well, there had been these two men, who remind me of a mexican mafia. One was older and had this hoarse voice like a godfather. I had been flirting with him and he reached out and hooked me into his lap. The younger man that was with him said "you have sex, I take care of you"![]()
So I did my whole "I don't do that, I'm sorry, I can find you another girl.."
"No, he like you. You go have sex"
"I don't have..sex.. Do you want a dance?" (turning to the older man) "I'm sorry, I don't do that"
Older man turns to younger man "I don't want sex! I don't want dance! I want to talk!"
Younger man: "You like it! Go have sex"
Me: "I don't do sex!!!"
Older man: "Stop trying to buy me sex!!!"
At this point I friggin run away from the whole VIP level, figuring it's where you hang out to get laid.
I go downstairs to my fiance finally... I tell him the good and bad parts of the night (I did meet 3 nice men and had sold 3 dances, so that's good I guess) I found out my friend had left. The passed out girls in the dressing room, the fact that all the entertainers were high, and the men trying to force sex were too much. I was kinda getting sick of it too, but I wanted to try and be a big girl. I had my fiance go home for awhile and went back to browsing.
It got to the point where I was tired, every man there was either watching the fight or being hustled by some other girl and heading off to do who knows what. I got to the point where I didn't want to try and sell dances, so I just picked random laps and talked until I decided it was worthless to stay and I should go home.
I sat in the locker room and stared at a puddle of piss for 45 minutes while I waited for my fiance to get there.
So... I made $25.
I danced on the big stage. I did lap dances. I fought off men. I listened to life stories. I petted their egos. I am an actual stripper now.
I am SOOO not going back to that club.
I guess I wanna know if this is what it's like, point blank... Is this your average club? I have been going to the Lodge to look around, and I didn't see anywhere you could go to have sex. The men kept their hands to themselves. The girls just walked around and asked "want a dance?" and made $500+ a shift. Is that just what it looks like on the outside, and tonight I finally saw reality?
Eve



DEPENDING ON WHAT THEY WANT TO DO? OMG
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girls told me was best $$$ wise.

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