If anyone has read my review of the Hustler Club in Baltimore or read any of the posts I've made about that club, you would know that I was very unhappy there for a number of reasons. Two main ones were that I was told I was too big to go on the main stage and that there was some racial discrimination from the custies. The most I ever made there was $200 on a Friday double shift. Something was wrong and it wasn't me.
I left there in the summer feeling very rejected and worthless. After a few months I started to get a whole "fuck that place" kind of attitude and I wanted to go back just so I cold curse them out (custies and managers alike). But then I thought again. What is the best kind of revenge? Doing well. So I got it into my head that I was going to go back to Hustler, make a fucking killing, and show them that I am not too big or too "not white" to be successful at that club.
So yesterday I went back and said I wanted to work. The manager said that was fine (he always liked me and thinks my big butt is A-OK) but that I had to re-audition. While I'm waiting to get on stage, he introduces me to the guys that do the photography and promotion for the club. The start telling me how they can get me in King Magazine and Black Men’s Magazine because I have the perfect figure for a black woman and whatnot. I think "yeah right" but the manager vouches for them so I give them my email and tell them to send me some of their work. They tip me before I even get on stage and while I'm dancing. Even the manager comes and tips me and tells me I look really good.
Ok so I did my little audition and made pretty good stage tips and I am feeling vindicated already. Unfortunately, the guys that tipped me on stage left soon after I got down so I couldn't ask them for dances. A new group of guys came in while I was changing (because my butt was showing too much in the outfit I had on) and since it was only 4 girls there, I was back on stage as soon as I finished changing. I saw that they guys at the stage had tipped the other girl really well so I was thinking I was going to get the money too. No such luck. As soon as I stepped on stage, they both started talking on their cell phones. How they both got really important phone calls that lasted my entire stage set I have no idea. So I was pissed because they had really fucked up my good vibes. I went to the dressing room to call my husband for some support. I was pissed and hurt and all he told me to do was come home. Big help he was. I didn't want to go home though. I didn't want that fucking club to defeat me twice. I said, "Fuck that!" I marched right back onto the floor ready to get some dances from some body even if I had to drag them in there by their hair.
When I got on the floor, the manager pulled me to the side and told me to do a dance for his buddy because it was his birthday. I said sure thinking at least I was going to have one dance god dammit! He ended up loving me and bought 3 more dances. Yay!
So it's time to go back on stage and before I even really get started, this guy tells me to come see him when I get off because he wants a dance. And to make things even better, the two cell phone assholes are gone! I do my dance for the guy and the good feelings are coming back. So I sit down with this young white guy (this type usually doesn't like me but I was ready to sell to anybody) and he asked my name. I go by Aeris at Huslter and he asked me if I named myself after The Final Fantasy VII character or the Greek goddess of discord. I told him both and I was hella impressed that he was a Final Fantasy dork like me. We talked for a while and then I asked him if he wanted a dance. He declined and said he favors the VIP rooms. YES!!! My first VIP at Hustler ever and it was with one of the coolest customers I have ever talked to.
So after my VIP, I go up again and when I get down there is the photographer from earlier. He wants one dance. He buys two. He calls his friends and tells them to come see me while I am dancing for him.
I go back to my VIP guy and he says he has to start coming back to Hustler again when I work. Since he only does VIPs I am happy. Because he's a really cool person, I'm even happier.
I made about $300 but I ended up coming home with about $250 after tip out which is pretty nifty considering there were about 15 guys the whole day and I only worked from 2pm-10pm. I feel like I have accomplished something at the club and I have finally done what I set out to do. I'm going to keep working there and the next time I leave it will because I'm all done with that club, not because I ran away.



. So I was pissed because they had really fucked up my good vibes. I went to the dressing room to call my husband for some support. I was pissed and hurt and all he told me to do was come home. Big help he was. I didn't want to go home though. I didn't want that fucking club to defeat me twice. I said, "Fuck that!" I marched right back onto the floor ready to get some dances from some body even if I had to drag them in there by their hair. 
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Go Luscious..Go Luscious.... Uh, I mean Aeris 
Sounds like you did pretty well. good for you for coming back and cleaning out wallets!

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