Friday night
Outfits: Pink bikini & boots; Madisin's B&W striped top, black mini and boots
Music: The Strokes, Peaches, Tricky ( I have a very strong urge to dance to Alice Cooper, though)

Friday was a great and busy night - I was so pooped I didn't work on Saturday because my feet were STILL HURTING from the night before. I came in around 6 and had a good happy hour; things slowed down until around 11 for me but really took off; and I had a great after hours, too. Towards the end of the night I did a bunch of dances for a very interesting guy that had majored in Russian and was currently at the LBJ School working on his master's. I think my dances were really great tonight because I was feeling very sexual. I'm a little deprived right now (stop it right now, potential volunteers) and so was really letting out my frustrations on the job.
Lots of bachelors tonight; what in the hell are people thinking scheduling weddings this time of year? I was all set to dance for one of them, having had my dance requested by one of the other guys at the table, when two waitresses sat down to perform a "cigar show" on his lap. This involves them deep-throating the cigar with one another on his lap before cutting and lighting it. Now, I'm certainly not opposed to a waitress trying to hustle some cash, but these two totally fucked up by jumping in while there were dancers at the table, ensuring that none of us will ever have either of them wait on us with a good customer again. They also neglected to do what the more experienced cigar show gals do - leave the cigar in the wrapper or tube. This meant that after sucking on it for 4 minutes it was a soggy, disintegrating, unlightable mess. Ick.
Another group of bachelors had me do a candle dance for the bachelor - our candle dances involve us dripping hot wax on ourselves, with most girls making little molds of their clits with the wax. I prefer to drip it artistically over my breasts (I have very sensitive nipples, making this fun for me, too) and make little custom-made wax pasties. This particular bachelor kept leaning in to blow, which at one point made the hot wax dripping from the candle fly everywhere! You'd think they'd know not to try to blow out the candle 'til the song is sung...
At one point in the night, I was getting off of third stage in the VIP area where I was called over by a young guy calling me "Betty" - he thought I resembled Betty Page. This flatters me, though I don't even have bangs right now. He was so damn complimentary and kept telling me, "New girls don't look like you! They don't make women like you anymore! You're like a modern Marilyn Monroe." He was drinking but I will take those compliments anyway, and gladly.
This guy Eric was with a couple of friends and it turns out he and one of the others, Patrick, are from a town near my hometown. Maybe I'll run into them over the holidays. Eric had recently graduated and has no real need to work, so he's living the hedonistic life right now and helping to support young women like myself as a patron of the arts. While these guys were young, they had money and weren't naive in the least, being pretty seasoned club patrons. They looked like young party kids, though, and one of the veteran dancers gave them shit at the bar, asking, "How can you afford to be in here?" This did not go over well. Patrick had approached the bar to ask a girl for a dance when this woman said, "Can you pay her?" Not a good idea to question a VIP customer's solvency. She continued to rag on him and they got into it at the bar - I cannot imagine what prompted her to do this, being rude to customers with no provocation whatsoever is ridiculous (and even with provocation it's best to just walk away) and she is usually a very savvy businesswoman. So for twenty minutes these guys complained about her - rightfully - to one of the floor managers. Hope that doesn't make them stay away; they were too much fun.
I had the best time at the end of the night when I got to dance for the cute rock boys that had been sitting by the DJ booth - some of us had been talking in the dressing room about their various charms. Josie said that she strongly considered giving her number to one of them, but he was too young for her. They had Kia, Tiffany and me dance together for them. We made a reverse Oreo with Kia in the middle and us two white girls on either side.
I heard the worst thing ever while sitting on someone's lap - "I haven't felt a bottom that soft on my lap since my daughter was sitting on it!" I know he wasn't thinking anything untoward, but ewww. I didn't want to touch that comment with a ten foot pole.
I'll be working tonight then taking a couple of days off for Christmas, to return and bust my ass from the 26th through the 30th getting ready to ski!