Good thing I had a massage scheduled yesterday--Wednesday turned out to be a physically wearing night. Since Tuesday was so slow, I guess a lot of dancers decided to stay home, and we had eight on the roster. It was a quiet night until around 11, when we had several groups wander in, and the second stage was opened up. With only eight girls, this means that each of us spent about 15 minutes of every 60 on stage, then the rest of the time in the lapdance corner. It was wearying, but I'll take it over a dead night.

You know what I think is funny? Consistently, the customer who compliments me the most on being "classy" (for various reasons, including not having a tattoo of some guy's name on my ass, a boob job, etc) is going to be the one who wants me to do unclassy things. Witness Wednesday's customer: "You're not like these other girls; there's nothing trashy about you at all. . . . Will they let you 'finish me off' here?"

"No." And I'm so sorry, because as a classy stripper, I would love for you to come in your pants. Actually, what I really said was, "Oh, honey, now what fun would that be if you still had all of your clothes on? It wouldn't be any fun for me."

But the previous night there was a customer who'd said basically the same thing to me (and several other girls, I discovered in the dressing room): "Oh, baby, just sit down and stay there; I'm almost there!" Which is of course one thing that will get me up and away. "We can't have that happening."
"Why not? It's ok, it's all covered."
I don't know if he was referring to the fact that he was wearing pants or if he actually had a condom on under them.
"Nope, it's not ok."
"Why not?"
"Well, for one thing, at $15 a song, we're sure as hell not being compensated for completion."

But for the most part on Wednesday the guys were sweet and fun, and certainly livened up the place. We all made a lot on stage, which is great, because nothing sucks harder than a big crowd that's not tipping. One of the girls got two $100's on the second stage. Damn, the biggest bill I got was a $20.

I did have a blast talking to one young UC student. "Yeah, I've lived here all my life, and you hear people talk about how great Cincinnati is [you do?] but I can't wait to get out of here." Understandable, I told him, since he seemed smart and interesting. He was with a friend who'd never ever been to a strip club before and was a little quiet at the beginning of the night, but when I talked to him a couple of hours later, he said, "I got my first lap dance! This is fun." Ah, another PL created.

But I was so physically tired--my thighs hurt when I got home. The Shiatsu yesterday was terrific. Perfect timing.