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As I lay awake, on hour 17 ( Im going to be awake for 32 hours before I can rest again. ) I figured I'd amuse us all, ( mostly just myself. because lets be honest here, I am all that matters ) with a lil' thought to chew on.
Im on stripper power right now . And I know many non industry people read my blogs. I might as well educate them in what it's really like.
I work in an industry where we are all, backstabbers. We are. I'd like to meet ONE single person in what I do, that isn't. While, yes we all have great friends ( insert eye roll. ) we still all talk shit on some level or another, about the other. However many and most of us know when to stop. Or when teasing is not teasing, its backstabbing.
In the decade of half naked follies, I have had a grand total of ... drum roll please.
6 actual real life friendships. 6 people, I would say " yes she is my friend. " I miss all six dearly in some form or another.
I know for a fact, we have all backstabbed others though, in order to get what we want. Be it respect, money or attention.
Of course, there are always the queens of backstabbing, two facing and rumor churning shittiness.
These girls, I can fondly call...soulless. I'm not even sure they were born with one to be honest.
2 girls I worked with at the garter, showed me that ugly can come dressed in the human form of a woman.
These women would go to the ends of the earth to stomp on others dreams of making, just maybe 20 extra dollars that night. They are shitty fucking women, that I still can't imagine having anything more than a black heart.
yes, we are in the business of fending for ourselves. I think that will never be argued. However, it gives no one the absolute right to ruin others lives. Which these two girls have done nothing other than.
Only one I actually saw have some heart, when another girls money was stolen. That other girl being my friend. She gave her money as a loan, so that bills wouldn't go unpaid. Otherwise, I never saw a slight flicker in her that resembled a decent person.
The other is beyond words. Her hateful spiteful ways are abundant and over zealous. She steps infront of others ( and that is said in the literal sense .) She insures that those she doesn't like, cannot be rehired. She also cons good decent men out of 10's of thousands of dollars on any given night. Yet, she needs more.
Again I'll throw in, a bit of devils advocate here. Good for her for making that money. At the same time, you should be able to make that money without using your children as stripper sob story pawns, for justification and means. Just admit you are a greedy cunt with no honest and likeable bone about you. Just admit it. we might all be able to stand looking at your boney ass.
ah those girls. How I dont miss them at all. Do I hate them? I will say that I'm on the bandwagon of bitterness. Not because they did me wrong. But, because they are in the wrong. The only pleasure I can take out of it all, is that neither one will amount to much more than what they are now. Eventually gravity and age will take its toll, both will be sent off to stripper retirement heaven, aka The Brads Brass Flamingo.
Back to the over all reason for this post. Backstabbing. In this job field, its a fucking sport. I promise it is. On any given day, several of us huddle in masses whispering jokes and seedy stories of a girl we worked with prior. Be it yesterday or last year. We trade these stories and watch over our shoulders for listening ears, or worse yet ...management.
Am I proud that I am apart of this epidemic? Absolutely not. However, there is nothing I say in my sewing circles that I wouldn't admit to , if asked.
There are those of us, that on a boring Monday will discuss girls we hadnt worked with before, but since have. We discuss either laughable drunk episodes we were witness to, or the strange sexual things we might have seen or heard about. I think it's our way of coping with what we do. Not that it makes it right.
Then there are others, who buzz from circle to circle spreading lies or talking down to others, in order to build or shall I say...rebuild themselves into something great. It never works. If it does ( which is rare ) it's for a fleeting moment. Only later to be washed away by it being exposed for what it is. Which is a desperate attempt at acceptance by those that will never accept them .
Stripping is much like two things in life we always hope to never encounter or see again. One being the highschool cafeteria , the other being prision.
There are groups.
There is the A squad, which mostly consists of the top earners with bodies we all wish we had ( but completely hate on as a way of covering our lust. ) These women are not so much ruthless as they are dedicated to taking care of business. They rarely talk to anyone outside of their circle. If they do happen to talk to you, you almost begin to glow. You rapidly dream of days they'll include you in their money fests.You dream of rolling around like crazy naked people in pooles of cash and black amex cards. Likely though, it may never come to be. They are mostly all well spoken and with a trained eye. These girls, are what we all secretly aim to be ..whether we'd like to admit it or not. They have perfected the stage show, the smile...the walk ..and the hair flip. They are those girls in highschool, we would catch ourselves staring at. Almost oggling with a crush. of course we hated on them the minute anyone noticed we were looking at them longer than a blink. None the less, they are what we will never be. no matter how soulless the thought of it is. You know you wish you woke up bronze, thin with a 22in waist and flowing hair that never ever was out of place. Youd swear they fart diamond dust and lilacs
The B squad are the girls that make good not great amounts of cash, are easy on the eyes and like the A squad are well intact as far as speaking to customers go.. however B's almost always choose to be a B. A's are scarey to them, almost drone like with their ability to tune out the world and operate. B's are rebels of sorts with drive that can come and go on a whim. They want to know and see all. Which is half their problem. They literally go to work to earn cash, chat it up with their girls and dance to some dorky lita ford song that makes them smile inside . B's wish that their squad would all one day take over that goddamn club in unison. Eh but then..who would dance to She wants revenge? Someone has to be on stage with good music. The b's are just what they were in Highschool. The..unknowns. The artsy rebel chicks with nothing better to do than talk about shows, sex toys and the finer art of ex boyfriends in bands. They discuss everyone and their squad placement and mingle flawlessly with all other squads. Except the D squad although sometimes for a laugh they try. The pretty girls that dont really fit into the cut out standard of pretty. They dance to the obscure or the off the wall rap. Music that isnt always typical and never heard. Their angst is their drive and their misplacement is their placement. I myself am a proud B squad member.
C squad isn't really a sad place to be. They are not the misfits ( no that's reserved for the b's ) instead they seem to be the invisibles. Probably the ones the management and dj's enjoy the most. They aren't demanding. They show up. They make no fuss, no drunken stupors or idiotic remarks. They are attractive girls, that are rather plain but something gets the guys gears going. These girls sorta just exist at the club. No one really knows their names, or how long they've actually been there...or how much they even make. They somehow blend in and chainsmoke over by the back stage. They speak to no one unless spoken to. they are kind ..fragile looking girls . Who just show up and do their job. All of us at one time has glanced over and thought...shit I wish I could go back to that. They move or glide back and forth between the poles to either Metallica or some aged techno that we all have heard for 10 years now. Sometimes a various C squad branches out . But mostly its Techno,hard rock and commerical rap
D squad ... these ladies, if you want to call them that. are the trolls of the strip club community. And are an arrangement of what the fucks. They are the girls that you often wonder ...how on earth did they talk the boss into getting hired here?! They are a misshapen group of people that seem to linger like a bad beer and taco fart. Although most are nice, most aren't. Their drunken asshole comments, behavior and disgusting display of body is enough to make all of us a little angry inside. No squad seeks to know them. They are the avoidables. If you are lucky.In order to make money they fling their bodies about on the stage, air humping and jitrating around as if they are having a seziure due to the new strobe light installed. There is always something greatly amiss. Drugs are common and obvious. Infact D squad is the snaggle squad ( which btw is my new choice word for 07 ) I would feel sorry for these girls, if they hadnt brought it about themselves. These aren't poor pathetic girls. These are women that chose to make their lives an irreversible mess of shit. that they wallow in on main stage to nickelback and probably that fucking humps song if allowed. these are the people you aspire NOT to be. They are your nightly reminder that you cannot do this forever. If you do, you'll slowly become a snaggle., forced to work and show your snaggle vag to customers high on drugs for an extra buck. Your life will one day possibly be that pathetic., that it will be your only sexual contact.
All squads dress in uniform as well.
A's are the socialites of the club, so their gowns and attire always reflect it. Of course they also make a gazillion dollars a year to spend on the shit too.
B's. Wear the same shit only they trade with other b's and occasionally when squad a or c sells something., they buy it up in a frenzy. They believe in the almighty lucky gowns.
C's no one notices, so who knows what they wear. Probably something ...clear.
D's ...dear god. Nothing ever fits and if you were to place them into a normal strip club setting I swear on all I've got, they'd wear those sling shot one piece deals from the early 90's. You know the ones, the ones with the american flag on it.
Be it in prision or highschool, there are the groups and there are the rumor mills. Rumor spreading is part of a womans makeup. Be it a true story or not., we cannot help ourselves from discussing it with EVERYONE within earshot. Its in our nature to be snide , cruel smiling creatures with a talking habit.
Okay so maybe not all of us, but a good majority of us are that way . If you swear you'd never, then you must have some boring ass friends. We all try and fight that shit , but the minute someone comes over and says
" Girl you will NOT believe who I just saw with a finger in her ass "...
You loose all ability to resist. You immediately go " WHO?!" and look around.
You never will hesitate. and why the hell would you ? You know if you didnt' find out , youd just wait till the next time you worked to figure it out ..praying to god everynight until then that the girl didn't go on vacation or forget.
If its about someone we sorta know or kinda tolerate, we will join right in with the slander and the tid bits of bullshit we've acquired while knowing them as well.
If the said person ever tries to work with us again, we always oblige , who knows what they might do next.
Again its not acceptable but goddamnit its fun. !!
But the worst kind of rumor starting bullshit, are the girls that are supposed to be your near and dear friends. The girls that swear they'd never and haven't ever, spoken ill about you~
Liars.
These are the worst people. And they are in all the squads. You think you know your squad until lo and behold someone in another squad tells you something you swore your group to secrecy over.
The acts of betrayl aren't uncommon or new. You always know who it is too . They are always lending a shoulder, and ear. You think that they are being kind and generous but in all reality they are just getting new material for the next " (insert your name here ) joke ".
Those types are much if not exactly like the top two girls I mentioned at the top that I had once worked with.
These types of backstabbing Coots will make sure the minute your back is turned that your "friends" will learn all about you plus some. If they run out of shit they will make it up ...
Those girls are a mess. And miserable. You know the age old saying. Misery loves company. And today it wants to earn it's own squad.
I wish that there was some sorta of backstabbing shield, to prevent all of us
even the non strippers , to avoid the mess at all costs. It causes so much unneeded worry and pain..paranoia and heartache . That you swear you'll do without friends for the rest of your fucking life so help you christ ( shakes fist )
There is one easy solution and that is to say fuck you and not have any friends. That never works. Trust me I've tried.
You can say to yourself
"im here to do my time and get out "
" Im here to get my education and get out "
" Im here to work and get the fuck out "
But all of these situations are lonely if you have no one to relate to, when the rest of the world isn't getting it.
Backstabbers suck but they are an evil neccesary of life. My solution is to embrace it, and remember to only tell people enough to make nice. the more you allow people to know, the more they have to run with.
Knowledge is power, and so is silence.


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I mean seriously, look at the infamous thread "Stripper hall of shame" that was inspired by these losers' acts! And I agree 110% about using these "D-rate girls" as role models for who NOT to be like!(LOL I have a short list of a few specific girls! not all of them are Ds though, some of them are Cs lol)
have these experiences.
Hell its better than another crack whore/ anal thread


So true. Also, in reference to trying to mind your own business, it can be a tricky proposition to keep to yourself in a small club. That can make you look like you're stuck up and then you become the subject of rumors that are totally fabricated. I think you have to interact just enough to protect your own interests.
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