So Monday night I worked at the Penthouse Key Club, and had to adjust to giving table dances to guys in huge, high-backed chairs - it kind of throws my trajectory off, since I am used to lower chairs to put my hands on for balance. The things you have to adjust to in this line of work - I also had to remember to keep my t-back on at all times. Wasn't a problem.
The night seemed slow, but I did decently for my first night in a club. I did get ripped off for the first dance I di, something that has only happened to me one other time in all of my years of dancing. This guy called me over and asked for a dance - he was drunk but lucid - and then said he had to go to the ATM - came back saying that the ATM was broken and asked the waitress to send a manager over. Another girl at down at the table and while he was gone told me that this guy once refused to pay her for 7 dances when trashed, and told her off in the bargain, but came back the next day and gave her the money. I have no idea why she continues to put up with him, but she said he was a regular. I eventually gave up and decided that the hassle was not worth the $20; I also did not want to raise a stink in a new club on my first night. Fortunately it didn't ruin the rest of my night. After that false start, I found that every guy I asked for a dance said yes, getting at least one, most of them two. Some were handsy, some didn't try to touch me at all, which leads me to believe that a low-contact dancer can still make some money topless in DFW, but I'll do some further research on that before passing final judgement.
I danced for one extremely nice guy from Atlanta that was so appreciative, and also met a guy that works on rollercoasters, amusement park rides and the like that was a regular at the club. He had gone to St. John's in Minnesota, so we talked about hockey and Division III-A football. He also bought me panties! They do "Uptime" at this club, where you are expected to sell a Penthouse T-short, golf balls, cigar, or other club merch along with two dances, the club getting $20 of the $40. If you don't sell, you don't pay, which is a better deal than in some clubs. I had no problem selling the shirts, but every time, I would come out on the floor with a pair of the breakaway Penthouse T-backs that said "Penthouse Key Club" on the front and ask the guys if they wanted to watch me play with my panties - they said, "I'd love a dance, but can I get a T-shirt?" What the hell? Finally, the Minnesotan bought the panties for me. So hooray for Kenny!
The girls were pretty, but few of them were drop-dead gorgeous, and I was surprised at the number of 30+ dancers working. There was another Susan there - a North Carolina southern belle that was super-skinny with enhanced boobs - so I had to pick a stage name. "River" was the first one that popped into my head because I'd been watching Firefly earlier, so I was River for a night.