Maybe I'm alone in this, or maybe I'm the only dancer who wants to admit it - I'm at work to make money, not to make friends with other dancers or customers. If I can make a friend along the way, that's great, but I'm not going to limit my earnings by trying to win Miss Congeniality. In fact, I'd probably categorize myself as a bit of a shark. I don't seek out drama or actively try to hurt others, but BUSINESS IS BUSINESS. That's the danger of making friends with your competition, because that's what your coworkers are - COMPETITION! I really, really like some of my coworkers, but it's hard for me to trust people and really let them in. I've learned it's dangerous, and there's a huge difference between friendly fellow stripper and friend.
I get grief for this on occassion. For example, Thursday night a big spender came in. I had never met him before, but he had seen me a few nights before and had wanted me to join his group in VIP but I was sitting with a regular all night. BigSpender is acquainted with a few of the dancers. I was onstage and a girl brought over half of a twenty. She said BigSpender told her to tell me if I wanted the other half to come and get it. This is my signal that he wants to spend.
I come over and work my magic. I don't want to brag about MYSELF as a person, but I've got my dancer persona down to a science. I'm a freak for details AND the whole package. My manicure and pedicure are always perfect. My make up is always classy, whether it's subtle or dramatic. My tan is always well maintained. My outfits are always some of the best in the club - very eye catching, classy, and they enchance my assets. I am in great shape because of my high metabolism, devotion to the gym, and my personal trainer I see twice a week. My hair is always nicely styled and my roots are maintained. I have a few surgical enchancements to make up for nature short changing me, and I'm going to get a few more! It's taken a lot of time, money, and thought to polish my image to it's current high shine. I was very awkward as a kid, so I'm very fascinated with the girl I see in the blacklight - she's practically a stranger to me. I'm not ashamed to ruthlessly promote and sell "her".
I realize this guy spends money like he has something to prove, and he can prove it all he wants to me! In addition to that, we have a lot in common. We're both SCUBA divers. He owns an airplane advertising business, and I contemplated (and still am contemplating) a career as a pilot for a long time, so I know about aviation. His business advertised my old club, Solid Gold/Pure Platinum in Fort Lauderdale. He asks me if I'd be interested in modelling, because he can help me out with some contacts. I told him I never thought about modelling, because stripping is a means to an end, not an end. I show him that not only am I very physically attractive, I'm also very bright. We talk about places we've gone on dives, places where we want to dive, about our favorite kinds of aircraft, etc. Before I know it, he and his 4 friends are heading back to VIP and we're all going with him, but I end up being his "main girl" for the rest of the night. Girls come and go, giving dances to me and him and vice versa, but I'm with BigSpender all night and he likes it that way. I got a little tipsy and didn't notice all the other girls shooting hateful glances in my direction. I make $800 off of him just by asking politely at the end of the night. No one else made CLOSE to that. I give him the number to the "stripper phone" (my second cell phone that I use to keep in contact with regulars) and say goodnight. He's coming back to see me next week.
I head back into the dressing room, and get my ass chewed out by a few girls, who are not as "polished" as I am. Apparently one of the other girls claims "He was here to see me!". She came and went from the group all night, sulking and acting gloomy. She didn't try to sell him any dances. She didn't try to claim position as "the main girl", which I guess she thinks I usurped from her. This girl is nothing great to look at, nor is she a great entertainer. She clearly doesn't make an effort to be what the customers want, she doesn't MARKET herself like I've learned to. She lays a sob story on me - she has ovarian cancer, she might go to jail for violation of probation, and if she goes to jail she will lose her child. I feel badly for her because of her situation, but I don't feel badly for making the money. Frankly, I don't even know if the story is completely true. A strip club is a free market economy where consumers can spend their money however they please, and this girl's bad luck DOES NOT make her any more entitled to make money than me. However, not everyone in the dressing room shares my opinion.
I'd never actually tell her "tough shit, learn to market yourself". I just told her I was sorry and to go back out there and ASK for some cash. He was still there and probably would have given it to her. She refused.
Am I a horrible bitch, or just a good salesperson?



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You don't owe anyone any explanations or apologies. We are all afforded basically the same opportunities to make money. The rest is up to us. Sure some are prettier, smarter, more charismatic etc, but it's the drive and dedication which determines who reeps the most. It's not personal, it's business.

but we're the good crazy, like Mariah Carey, and not the bad crazy like Tom Cruise.


hehe that's funny.

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