I'm on my way to the club now for my first night. I went in and he hired me on the spot, and asked if i would return the same night! I'm so shakey! Wish me luck and money, girls! I'm nervous!
Finally! The n00b wanna-be is peeling!




I'm on my way to the club now for my first night. I went in and he hired me on the spot, and asked if i would return the same night! I'm so shakey! Wish me luck and money, girls! I'm nervous!
Finally! The n00b wanna-be is peeling!





OMG! Goooooooooooooooooood luck! Seriously!![]()
AW!! Good luck! I can't wait for my first night!!
Good luck! You'll do great![]()




So, I made $100, $90 after tipout. I worked from nine to two, and sold one lapdance that went to the house for housefee, two 'theme rooms' (one to a guy about to be deployed, said he), and six stage sets because we only have five girls all night. One girl showed me the ropes and was pretty nice, and all in all it wasn't bad.
I work again Saturday.
And GAWD do my knees HURT.




Alright. No so tired so I'll explain a little more. I went there after my retail job on foot because I knew I would chicken out if I was driven there or anything else. I walked into the lower store and glanced about, looked at the various dancer clothes, then asked the counter lady who to talk to about a dancer job. She told me J, and that he was upstairs, so upstairs I went. I asked about a dancer job, and got the full tour of the place. He asked my experience. I laughed and said none. He said he was alright with that, that we all gotta start somewhere, and said he would like to hire me because I obviously did my homework (thanks, Stripperweb!), and I was very attractive. He asked when I could start, and I said Saturday. He told me that Saturday might not be the world's best idea because it's a busy night, and said a weekday would be better. He said I could work from whenever to whenever I wanted on my first day, and said tonight he could really use me because he lost two dancers for various reasons. I said I'd be back in a flash.
Ran home, grabbed my black ellies, the outfit in my siggy, a black thong, and all the other stuff I was told I might need, and raced back. I got dressed and met a couple girls, and one chick pulled me aside and gave me the dos and don'ts, we spoke to shopping on snaz75, and then she was due on stage.
So I went to the DJ booth to pick my songs. The selection is kind of small, but I looked around and settled on about fifteen songs. He looked at me and said watch her last song, because you're already in rotation--after her. I stared at him like he was crazy and immediately watched.
Some guy came over to the bar where I was and I talked to him. Within five minutes of my being on the floor, I scored a lapdance. It was to an older gentleman who did not buy a repeat dance, and didn't tip for the lapdance, and left soon after. I honestly didn't think of tips. I was just trying not to fall on my face.
J said he was rather impressed that I got a lapdance before I was ever on stage, and said it had not happened before.
But I was not immune. I was up on stage shortly thereafter.
I peeled for the first time to Zeromancer's Send Me an Angel.
For the record, I have modest tattoos of angel wings on my back.
I just went with it, and it was much easier than I expected. I got a decent amount in tips.
Another 'new' girl came in, but this wasn't her first time, and she whipped out with 33738202 outfits. I had only brought one. I felt kind of embarassed that I took off the exact same outfit six times.
A younger guy walked in, and I bellied up to the bar next to him and ordered a pop and talked to him for a couple songs. It was his last night in the states before being deployed to Iraq. I talked to him for a while, then said I was due up on stage and that I hoped to see him at the rail. He nodded, picked up his drink, and situated himself at the stage. I went up and dancer for a while, apparently to songs of Army Kid's liking. He was really enjoying it. I only had one other custie in the club at the time, (they call him the gynocologist. His immediate interest is solely your pussy. He comes in all the time and knows none of the girl's names, never buys dances, just throws cash onto the stage) So I gave Army Kid a show 'to remember home for" I dancer for a couple songs then got down and as I was redressing in the dressing room, J came in and said Army Kid wanted a bed dance with me. Score!
Poor kid was so nervous. He asked if he could touch (you can touch here but no tit and pussy grabs), touched me like I would break if he applied pressure, then kept his hands to himself. He gave me the rest of his money as a tip, and said he was going now, but that he had a great time.
I did stage for a while longer until two guys came in, one of which we'll call Mr. Clean. (He's bald as a cue ball, and the nick was awarded to him by the DJ) He seriously poured ones onto the stage and left only when I got off to get another drink. He followed me to the bar after my second set with him at the rail and began asking about dances and prices. I talked to him about it, and then he talked to J, and bought a bed dance. He stared directly into my eyes the entire time, and really enjoyed himself. It was late, and J was pushing to close soon, so he said he'd try to make it back sometime, that he had a great time, and that I was really awesome.
I go back saturday. Ordered two more outfits.
Hey, are there any good insoles for stripper stilts that I could get? I would superglue the fuckers in, but my white heels have very little padding in the insoles and I want to give them a shot.





Yay! Not a bad first night!




So...anything about insoles at all? My new Pleasers clears probably won't be here in time for my Saturday shift.


If you're talking about your feet slipping from sweating, spray the insides of your shoes with AEROSOL hairspray before you put them on/dance in them. Let them dry completely and they shouldn't slide and they shouldn't be sticky. As for comfort, that takes some time to get used to being on your feet for hours a night in those heels... good luck though![]()




Actually my whites have very little padding in the insoles. I have a pair of black Ellies and the padding is great, but my Dallas Heights (bought for practice, but now I have a while outfit coming!) are not so great on insole padding.
Wow, sounds like you're doing well! Don't worry about having a million outfits. (I mean, if it makes you feel better to have them, great.) For me, I found having a few outfits that REALLY worked was the best idea instead of a great variety of styles.
I have totally sensitive feet that I always had to use insoles for. One idea is called FootPetals. They sell them at Nordstroms among other places. They are cute looking too.
Before FootPetals I would buy the regular Dr. Scholls pads from the drug store, trim them down to the size of my shoe and superglue them in. If you want to make the pads removable, you can always buy the sticky back velcro. Put the softer side in your shoe and the rough side on the bottom of the velcro on your insole.
Hmmmm...I'm gonna do a post on the comfiest brand of dancer shoes. Well, good luck to your feet. Don't forget to give them a break in the dressing room from time to time and let them breathe![]()




I bought a pack of those insoles for strappy shoes from Dr. Scholls, and realized when i got home that they only had a thin measly strip of adhesive down the center! I was like "Fuck that." and got out my Dad's spray can of 3M Uber-glue and sprayed those bitches down, then stuck them in my whites after they were sufficiently tacky. Hopefully problem solved.
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