"Unrelatedly" sums it up. You have to be pretty hot to still be hot after appearing onscreen in briefs.

It was so awfully packed Sunday afternoon; they had to open the expansion room around 3:30. Usually doesn't happen until 6 or 7. I was cranky and mean to most customers but I don't think anyone noticed because I was still making money. There was a huge frat group in there. Totally useless to me.

It's amazing how unsexy some strippers are. A number of the women I work worth are hot and sexy, but there are plenty of dancers who are just not sexy. Period. Just don't see how they can turn people on. They don't smile or pout, don't exude any kind of charisma whatsoever, wear unsexy outfits, and dance poorly. There should be a school, mandatory stripper training. You could learn how to become a naughty former cheerleader, a sultry sexpot, a librarian gone bad, a hot suburban mom, or a nymphomaniac. Just don't be that girl who couldn't find anything sexier to wear than a wifebeater and who looks like she's thinking about whether she should add peas to the mac and cheese tonight.

I love dancing to bands where I can fantasize about their singers while I'm dancing. I have on occasion fantasized about people I actually have had sex with at work, too (in the past there have been members in both groups) but that tends to be more distracting than anything. Anyhow, I have long said that the equivalent to a strip club for me is seeing a band I'm really into that happens to have hot guys in it. It turns me on, and I know I can't have sex with them. Ultimately frustrating, but still too fun to resist. And, like some strippers, the appeal of some musicians flies out the window once they open their mouths.