I've been dancing for about a month now, and my club has ony been open for 5 months, so it's still in the fledgling stage. Even on the weekends, I had never managed to make over $150 in a night. Last night, the club was nearly full and I got my first VIP and made just over $400 (after tipping rather generously, I might add)!!! I want to have fun and make money too. Lots of customer are interesting to talk to--lots of customers are loonies, too, but they give me money.I'm just so proud of myself, particularly because early in the night (relatively speaking) I talked to a guy named George. George was about 28. George used to own a strip club himself. George rambled on about how A) a stripper never makes as much money as management says they will, B) degrading the job was, C) I'd make more money waitressing at a nice restaurant ("Trust me"), D) you can only make money if you're willing to do extras, and E) how sick every man in a strip club was. I reminded him he was in a strip club. He said all his friends were out of town (boo hoo) and he just came there to have a drink, relax, and find a real woman to talk to (If he was in the business, wouldn't he know no girl was going to talk to him for long without seeing some green?), though he had yet to see one. I tried to be cheerful, and said sarcastically with a smile, "Oh, thanks." His winning reply was: "You're just a little girl." He had managed to insult every girl in the place at once, whether the other girls knew or not. He said his girlfriend was in Germany. His girlfriend is probably cheatiing on him with some blond, muscley European with a big dick. I say these mean things about him to make myself fee better. After talking to him I was really depressed, and just wanted to get dressed, tell management I quit, and sleep for about 100 years. And the reason I'm proud is that I got over it pretty quickly, ignored him the rest of the night, and managed to come home with 400 buackaroos and I had fun doing it, without compromising my morals. I showed that asshole, even though he wasn't around to see.
Yay me!



I'm just so proud of myself, particularly because early in the night (relatively speaking) I talked to a guy named George. George was about 28. George used to own a strip club himself. George rambled on about how A) a stripper never makes as much money as management says they will, B) degrading the job was, C) I'd make more money waitressing at a nice restaurant ("Trust me"), D) you can only make money if you're willing to do extras, and E) how sick every man in a strip club was. I reminded him he was in a strip club. He said all his friends were out of town (boo hoo) and he just came there to have a drink, relax, and find a real woman to talk to (If he was in the business, wouldn't he know no girl was going to talk to him for long without seeing some green?), though he had yet to see one. I tried to be cheerful, and said sarcastically with a smile, "Oh, thanks." His winning reply was: "You're just a little girl." He had managed to insult every girl in the place at once, whether the other girls knew or not. He said his girlfriend was in Germany. His girlfriend is probably cheatiing on him with some blond, muscley European with a big dick. I say these mean things about him to make myself fee better. After talking to him I was really depressed, and just wanted to get dressed, tell management I quit, and sleep for about 100 years. And the reason I'm proud is that I got over it pretty quickly, ignored him the rest of the night, and managed to come home with 400 buackaroos and I had fun doing it, without compromising my morals. I showed that asshole, even though he wasn't around to see.
Yay me!
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