Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Still grinding

Haha, this past weekend was good.  I lucked out on Saturday,  and Friday was a tough night up until the end.  Friday, I felt like I couldn't make a connection with anyone, and I was ice cold towards everyone because NOTHING about them impressed me, and I just could not fake it.  PMS?!

Must be, because Saturday I could've ravaged anyone, in a good way.  And I also had lesser competition because apparently girls must think Valentine's Day sucks and I could understand.  Nothing but beautiful straight couples, which seemed hard to impress, but I had to just go with it and make that straight girl go bi for a few minutes in front of her man.  Totally fine by me.  I love dancing for women and the trick is to make sure SHE is having fun.  Ladies first, all about the girls in my kind of club.  

Gonna go back to work again this weekend and hope for the same kind of luck.  

Friday, February 13, 2015

More like Bella Slack

All this effort towards school has kept me out of the club, especially over the past few weeks.  Some bug is going around, so I was out sick for an entire weekend.  Needless to say, I must get my ass back in the club and HUSTLE.  My bills don't care if I'm sick.  My lenders especially don't care.

Today is Friday the 13th.  Now I'm not superstitious, but should I go to work?  Of course!  Not only am I in financial despair, but wouldn't it be so awesome if my luck turned out to be good?  My pessimism will keep reminding me it's Friday the 13th if I end up doing shitty, because every Friday, too many girls show up to work anyway and higher competition means less easy guys to go around.  I wanna do double dances with other chicks.  Last time I did that, it felt so easy making money.  Gotta love bisexuality.  I mean, I never TELL my co-workers I'm into chicks, but we are all actresses who would most likely go gay for pay.  Perhaps I have too much faith in them or I'm dead on.

Happy Friday the 13th, keep your black cats safe, your ladders put away, tape your mirrors if you're paranoid AND superstitious.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Mornings and night shift

I work late on weekends.  I get up early for school during the week.  My body hates it.  Having to get up too early is the worst feeling.  It's not as bad as staying up really late.  I'm excited for when I become a morning person when I quit for good.  :)

My body is getting loose.  I need to stop skipping the gym.  Laziness.  I miss my personal trainer but I've had to cut back on spending because shit is getting more expensive and I'm not charging more money.  I just wanna bitch slap the customers that whine about $25 or $30 dances.  Don't be surprised that I also adjust for inflation!  I understand why they still go for $20... Supply and demand is a bitch.  Overall, there's a sharp decrease in demand once the price goes over $20.  Sigh.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Back to school, work, life

Vacations are never long enough.  That's why I'm chasing the profession that has the most vacation time out of the year.  I like working hard when I'm working so that I can get more time off for vacation.

Anyway, so work has been pretty slow (too many girls honestly) these past few weekends after new years.  I know better to not expect much.  I've been earning less than average, so money is tight because it seems like this is when all the prices and things go up.  Like fucking health insurance.  Story of our lives, though.

Story of my life last night.  It was particularly dead so I took a break and came back for the last hour. First guy I talk to when I get back is someone I thought I saw on Friday night.  So I'm acting like he's a returning customer and what's weird is that the guy on Friday gave me a massage, and he was a complete noob.  It's so crazy, he was wearing the same type of glasses frames, was bald, close to my age... I really thought he was the same guy from last night, but one huge difference was massage talent.  I asked him, "where was this last night?" and he tells me he wasn't at my club last night.  At that moment I realized he was not the same guy.  I hate confusing people for someone else, it's such a customer service fail.  But he was laughing about it and carried on with his magical massage.  I've only had a massage from one person in my whole life who was as good as this guy, so I decided to spend my last hour getting some myofascial release.  It's a close second to making money from drunk weirdos during the last hour.  I hope he comes back, lol.  I always invite them to return but only like 2% of the time they actually do.

I'm thinking this year 2015 is gonna be my last year dancing.  I'm hoping to retire for good after I graduate in December.  Then it'll be time to intern full time and go from there.  Master's degree probably soon after.  I love school, and I believe I can handle it.  Competition in the non-stripping workforce is even fiercer than the competition at the club.  Just now, I gotta be better looking on paper instead of in person.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

December

A month of joy for many, and a month of SPENDING on everything but lap dances... 

So this is the month where I have been trying so desperately to convince myself it's not shitty, even though the club has been mad slow for MONTHS or maybe my game has slipped while I busted my ass in school, sacrificing work nights to have enough energy to earn the grades I need to be taken seriously in my next career.  So yeah, I've been spending a lot of time on school and I'm loving all the shit I learn.  It's fun and interesting to apply knowledge from business school to stripping concepts.  It inspires me to revolutionize stripping.  But before I write down all my hopes and dreams, let's get back to the club.  

Tonight was not a bad night.  I'm working extra hours to make up for all the shitty one-night-a-week income before Christmas robs me.  I don't normally work Wednesdays but it was Wednesday on a whim and I did a fuck ton of lap dances tonight.  Bah hahaha my ass doing the work for me.  I think it's "micro bootie shorts" that make my ass look amazing.  Every time I went on stage it yielded a dance or two after getting off.  Haha.  The club was slow but I wasn't having trouble staying busy.  

Idk what it was but I just refused to believe Wednesday night was gonna be some bullshit weeknight.  I swam with the sharks that work every night and it happened to be a good night for me, because I played tonight like a clean run of Mozart's Turkish March!  Hardly any downtime, just perfectly paced, and no big fuck ups.  I've also had time to play the brain games... Maybe that's why I was so on point tonight.  I've also had time to rest, and watch Netflix... 

I love the semester break!  It's much needed.  Funny thing about school topics integrated into stripping... Last weekend was mostly shitty, like tonight I did better than I did on Friday and Saturday night.  But the one not-shitty moment on Friday night I met this hot tech guy from California and it was so much fun to impress him with all my knowledge and experience with databases!  He was the kind of guy that makes this job hardly feel like work.  Too bad I never saw him again.  Perhaps it's for the best.  I am already spoken for.  It is a job, after all.  Maybe it's a job that one shouldn't be too good at.  Once I leave that club, the mask comes off, the game is over, back to being plain old me, who needs to pay those pesky bills and has the body to do it successfully.  I'm enjoying it while it lasts.  It's been a good run.  I'm gonna work tomorrow night then it's off to vacation land.  I'll probably work New Years after that.  Christmas is gonna leave me dry and I've taken off the last few new years.  I hear good stories from some chicks.  Maybe 2015 is when my tide comes in!  I gotta hit the gym!  I want to look good when it comes.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Perhaps I am addicted

To this cash cow of a job.

More familiar faces at the club.  More thoughts about the risks and rewards of this gig are churning.  I guess I've made up my mind that I don't want people from school that I want to respect me knowing, and more people find out, it's just opening a can of worms I don't want to deal with.  I wouldn't lie about it, and I'll confront people who recognize me, but it's really uncomfortable and I'll always dread that situation.

The end is near.  :'(

I don't really want to quit.  Only for alternative income would I quit, and it looks like I'm gonna be in school all spring, so I really have to tread lightly for the next 6 months.  Which sucks because I sincerely enjoy this gig, even after weighing the pros and cons.

But I've been so busy keeping up with school that it's finally gonna start paying off, and I really desire a smooth transition from quitting stripping for a vanilla career.  I doubt I'll be able to turn back.  It's already very difficult to stay up and work late anyway.

It's been fun.  May the ending path feel more like a homestretch.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Do u squat

I get that question almost every night I work.

I've been working out, but not squats, and it was so annoying hearing girls at work telling me how to work out, and they're like "all I do is squat."

I couldn't get a word in, but I just wanted to say that there are so many exercises for the butt that aren't squats, like dead lifts, lunges and abducting.  I do anything and everything to avoid doing squats because lap dances already wear out my quads, I don't need squats to look better.

I made it to work both nights this week.  I'm proud of myself for not sleeping through my shift, but I'm wondering if these sniffles are temporary.  Since I've been so tired working late I had very thin patience with the losers at the club.  I've been charging premium too because I'm too tired to give a fuck about my customers.

Lately I've been running into people from my life outside the club and tonight I think I saw one of the recruiters from the college career fair last week.  Just my luck.  Now my secret is out and everyone will know I'm a stripper.  Hopefully they'll know I'm a stripper trying to get out of stripping.