What an interesting weekend, in ways both good and bad. Friday night I had an absolute blast, thanks in part to Becky. She recruited me for a double dance for a bachelor, and we were such a hit they kept us going. She was a delight to dance with - she's naughty and very pretty, and fun. We returned to a customer I'd been sitting with for a repeat performance. It was some of the easiest and most fun money I've made in a while. My night started off pretty well as Corrine took Kristy and me to a table - I was trying to decide which of the two I wanted to talk to and was fortunate in my choice as he had me dance for him and his friend until they left. They were in town to talk to the state student council association and said they'd seen XTC on an episode of Sexcetera on the Playboy Channel. Anyone want to scare me up a tape?
Later on one of the floorguys told me his roommate and his friends were hanging out in VIP and to go take care of them. His roommate was a trip, constantly talking BS - "I know you strippers. You're all smart and you all lie. I'll tell you, I just went through a divorce and I hate women. I'm an asshole, I'll tell you straight up." One of the friends got taken home by a girl - she just forthrightly asked him if he'd take her home! I have not seen this in all of my dancing days and was very amused. He will have a great story to tell - I hope. Before he left, he asked one of his buddies, "Can I trust her?" He was worried she might have some other motive for taking him home with her, I guess. One of the boys I danced for asked me if he could dance for me. He was very, very serious in asking this and really wanted to give me a lapdance. He also asked me out and asked about Kristy's availability. There's a definite limit to the amount of that talk that I can take so I headed back out on the floor. By this point it was really close to closing time and I was called over by a couple of guys for a dance. One of them's working on a doctorate in economics at UT - my former field of study. I finally got to have a conversation at work about stripping in a Marxist context of the worker having control over her work. That pretty much made my night right there.
Last night wasn't as much fun though I did have an OK time. There were also new costume ladies in the club - they've taken over the store Striptease, that was across from the Yellow Rose. I bought a beautiful long, sheer pink strapless dress that I love and I am going out to pursue a pair of baby pink thigh highs to wear with it. They must be former dancers, they certainly were hot enough.
A really big bachelor party settled into the back room around 10 pm and I went by them a couple of times and got an earful of the worst racist crap I've ever heard in Austin - "There's a bunch of wetbacks in here tonight, ain't there?" and "Is there a really ugly black girl we can get for the bachelor? I mean, they're all ugly." Just fucking horrible. I gave those peckerwods a wide berth. People like that give rednecks a bad name. I've talked to and danced for tons of good ol' boys and I have never heard anything as bad as what was coming out of the mouths of those fucks.
I needed to have some fun after that, so I danced to some Coldplay - "Politik" being my new favorite song to dance to because it's bombastic and loud. Plus I can shake my breasts to the line "Give me real, don't give me fake." Not their intent, but still.