Oh, am I paying for my activity of the past two weeks - I've been so busy with school, the burlesque show and work that I finally broke down and succumbed to allergies today. I'm lounging around and trying to marshal my strength for the rest of the weekend. I feel really bad because I missed a meeting at work tonight, but there was no way I could make it in.
Why would we have a meeting? Well, the manager has decided to put together an "X Team" to do promotions for the club. We're supposed to go downtown and hand out flyers and business cards, go to major events, etc. and represent the club. It's a pretty good gig to have since the perk is free house fees for as long as you're involved. It's also a good deal for the club, as I imagine the cost of comping our house fees is significantly lower than, say, radio ads. Which I think we need. In addition to a website for the club.
The construction's almost finished and looks so much better. It was really distracting trying to dance with the sound of power tools in the background. And there was one day where they were laying down the tile on the new stage, using this really toxic adhesive. The fumes were unbearable. Nothing sexier than industrial-grade adhesive wafting through the room.
This week I worked during the day on Tuesday and Thursday, and did pretty well. Tuesday it was thanks in large part to one customer I had at the end of the day, this very nice man who looked like Dennis Quaid, circa "Everybody's All-American." He asked me to kiss him during the dance, which I refused to do, but still gave me a very generous tip.
I sure have been getting asked to do a lot at work lately - not at the expense of making money, though, which is interesting. A couple of weeks ago, one guy asked to suck my toes. That I refused. I don't really want anyone's mouth on my body parts, especially my feet. That, like masturbating in front of someone (another request), is something I reserve for my own personal enjoyment. There was a customer who twice in the past couple of weeks has taken me back into VIP, bought a bunch of dances, then asked me to "get a little naughty." I've let him know that WYSIWYG with me at work. I wonder if he thinks he's working on me?
I certainly don't claim to be the cleanest dancer in the world, and let's face it, all of us reserve really good dance stuff so we can have something to reward good customers with. All of those guys definitely got better dances from me than the average customer does. I've just noticed an increase in the number of guys wanting - and blatantly requesting - more lately.
Some of those guys are from ASPD, which doesn't surprise me. Those guys are also some of the nicest ones I've met in the club. They just make it clear that they will only spend a certain amount without getting something more than dances. And I can't provide that. I have no desire to. What I like about this job is teasing, not gratifying. And gosh, do I love to tease.