Thursday night
I got in so damn late tonight - I took a nap that lasted until 8:30 and didn't get on the floor until 10. Four hours of work - not bad. I got lucky with a couple of good tables. The first one had some guys who had outlasted their birthday boy and were sticking around getting dances. They were fun. One of them asked me a lot of questions about why there weren't as many strip clubs with guys dancing for women, and then asked me why I wouldn't want to see naked guys dancing. I told him I'd much rather see naked girls dancing. The second one had a guy who said he owned clubs in the midwest and told me a horrible story about how one of his dancers took a very large amount of cash to sleep with Dennis Rodman, who only wanted anal sex. Ridiculous. You know, these guys that want to talk about their businesses or whatnot by telling me these stories just amaze me - for one, I doubt their veracity most of the time, for two, I am not impressed. What impresses me is your personality right there with me. Are you pleasant? Are you funny? That's what I'm impressed by. Now, I always like to hear a funny story about yourself, don't get me wrong, that entertains me. And I'm certainly willing to tell some on myself.
I made cute new outfits with my new sewing machine. I made a baby blue velvet tube top that laces up the front with silver cord and a matching skirt, and a long tube dress out of the same material. I love being able to make and alter outfits! I have so many sewing plans.
One of the girls at work told me that a customer mentioned to her that he saw himself written about here - hi there, P - and I hope he was entertained. I'm fine with having customers read about themselves and other girls here, since the ones I give my card to are ones I especially like in the first place. So if you're a customer and you're reading this, thank you!
My project to help one of the new girls isn't going too well; she continues to piss off some of the veteran dancers, and she still talks shit about them. This isn't good; even if you don't like someone at work, the best policy is to ignore them. Tonight someone tattled on her for sitting on a customer's lap topless; she was doing this right next to me and I honestly didn't really think anything of it; it's against club policy, but it didn't occur to me to say anything to her. Well, a bouncer came over to tell her to put her top on, and she got irritated and said something to the customer she was sitting with about it. It was clear who had done the tattling, and she's a friend of mine. I don't believe in going to the bouncers, which brings them to the table as an intrusive presence in the dancer/customer situation. I believe in making a polite suggestion to the girl if she's doing something that might get her in trouble because she may not have even known the rules. They are notoriously bad about explaining them to new girls at the club, leading to them getting in trouble with the other girls for breaking rules they didn't know existed! I know the rules and so I can bend them discreetly as I see fit without causing a lot of drama.
I just want to take a moment to meditate on the fun that is doing the double dance - dancing with another girl. Sometimes I don't believe what I get paid money to do, and that includes rubbing my body up against another hot girl. There are definitely some I have better chemistry with than others, and dancing with one of them is so damn much fun.