Monday night
Outfits: blue velvet; sparkly slinky black dress I borrowed from Josie
Music: Christina Aguilera vs the Strokes, "A Stroke of Genie-us," "Last Night," Wilco, "I'm the Man Who Loves You," The Wild Seeds, "I'm Sorry, I Can't Rock You All Night Long" (played while I was the last dancer on stage for the night, natch)
Much slower tonight than last Monday - at some point there were only three or four tables in the whole club. Fortunately I stayed amused. I heard some great drunk stories from P (hi!) and I am very sorry that I missed meeting his little brother when he came in to the club for his birthday. I also met a kid (a 6 ft +, 200 lbs "kid") who works at the Flamingo Cantina but loves hippie rock - that poor kid, having to listen to all of those godawful scuzzy punk bands, when all he would love to hear is Karl Denson. There was some drama swirling around but fortunately I was oblivious as usual. This is my secret: to stay busy, even when the club isn't.
Towards the end of the night I did a couple of dances for a really funny guy - I totally lost track of time talking to him and before I knew it the night was over. He studied physics in college before switching to his current career track, and I believe that all people that study physics have very open and curious minds - in a good and rare way.

Saturday night
Outfits: my brand new pretty ice blue velvet tube top that laces up the front with its matching miniskirt that I made all by myself! Also red and gold bikini with red sarong
Music: The Strokes, Idlewild, some 80's retro
I didn't want to work Saturday but was glad I did - it was a fun and hopping night and I ended up leaving later than I had planned. A girl has to have some fun on the weekends, and my fun involved me getting home as close to 2:00 am as possible, rather than 4:00 am or later. There were several good parties in on Saturday, one of which bought three dances from me for their bachelor and a couple others for themselves and my T-shirt dance. Another party had me do several more dances - for themeselves, not for their bachelor, who was pretty trashed already. When I came out on the floor, I was immediately busy up until the time I first went on stage about an hour later. I even sold my g-string to a young fella who wasn't gracious enough to not tell me his plans for them. Shoulda charged more to hear that. I told one of the guys with the first bachelor party about my "I Love Jewboys" article that I wrote for Geek Weekly some time ago - Keith, if you ever looked up the website I am sorry that I don't have the link up yet. I believe if you go to www.home.earthlink.net/~colettecall you will be able to navigate your way towards it. It has, in great detail, all of the reasons why I developed a proclivity for Jewish guys. Not that I never find other creeds attractive, or that I have a strict "type," but I will stand firmly by my statements. I have become more convinced than ever that they are true, and if that makes me a Pro-Semite, so be it. Just to let you know, I was raised Episcopalian and have no current plans to convert. That would destroy my shiksappeal.

Thursday night
I got in so damn late tonight - I took a nap that lasted until 8:30 and didn't get on the floor until 10. Four hours of work - not bad. I got lucky with a couple of good tables. The first one had some guys who had outlasted their birthday boy and were sticking around getting dances. They were fun. One of them asked me a lot of questions about why there weren't as many strip clubs with guys dancing for women, and then asked me why I wouldn't want to see naked guys dancing. I told him I'd much rather see naked girls dancing. The second one had a guy who said he owned clubs in the midwest and told me a horrible story about how one of his dancers took a very large amount of cash to sleep with Dennis Rodman, who only wanted anal sex. Ridiculous. You know, these guys that want to talk about their businesses or whatnot by telling me these stories just amaze me - for one, I doubt their veracity most of the time, for two, I am not impressed. What impresses me is your personality right there with me. Are you pleasant? Are you funny? That's what I'm impressed by. Now, I always like to hear a funny story about yourself, don't get me wrong, that entertains me. And I'm certainly willing to tell some on myself.
I made cute new outfits with my new sewing machine. I made a baby blue velvet tube top that laces up the front with silver cord and a matching skirt, and a long tube dress out of the same material. I love being able to make and alter outfits! I have so many sewing plans.
One of the girls at work told me that a customer mentioned to her that he saw himself written about here - hi there, P - and I hope he was entertained. I'm fine with having customers read about themselves and other girls here, since the ones I give my card to are ones I especially like in the first place. So if you're a customer and you're reading this, thank you!
My project to help one of the new girls isn't going too well; she continues to piss off some of the veteran dancers, and she still talks shit about them. This isn't good; even if you don't like someone at work, the best policy is to ignore them. Tonight someone tattled on her for sitting on a customer's lap topless; she was doing this right next to me and I honestly didn't really think anything of it; it's against club policy, but it didn't occur to me to say anything to her. Well, a bouncer came over to tell her to put her top on, and she got irritated and said something to the customer she was sitting with about it. It was clear who had done the tattling, and she's a friend of mine. I don't believe in going to the bouncers, which brings them to the table as an intrusive presence in the dancer/customer situation. I believe in making a polite suggestion to the girl if she's doing something that might get her in trouble because she may not have even known the rules. They are notoriously bad about explaining them to new girls at the club, leading to them getting in trouble with the other girls for breaking rules they didn't know existed! I know the rules and so I can bend them discreetly as I see fit without causing a lot of drama.
I just want to take a moment to meditate on the fun that is doing the double dance - dancing with another girl. Sometimes I don't believe what I get paid money to do, and that includes rubbing my body up against another hot girl. There are definitely some I have better chemistry with than others, and dancing with one of them is so damn much fun.

Monday night
What a good Monday night - I has some customers be very generous tipping me on my dances - I wish this would happen more often. I know we've just been handed a $20 for 5 minutes of our time, but a tip is always nice, especially when it's another $20! So it was a lucrative night and I'm glad I dragged myself in. Spent time with one of my new favorite guys, he's about my age and really into '80s music and very funny - the kind of customer that makes you feel like you're hanging out in a bar having fun instead of working (except for the parts where I get up and take off all of my clothes, and hey, that's not terribly far from the reality of my barhopping days in some aspects). My body felt much better, probably is getting back into the mode of working more than two days out of 10.
Monday Night Football didn't seem to hurt the crowd as much as it has in the past several weeks. Most of the guys there weren't too interested in the game, either. The girls were in pretty good moods so I didn't have the bummer of listening to griping tonight, which was very pleasant. I wish all nights could be like this - laid back but profitable with fun guys.
There was a spot of excitement in my night. Around 12am or so, one of the bouncers pointed out a woman sitting at a table with a man and told me she'd requested me for a dance. The guy she was sitting with came up to me a short while later to tell me the same thing, and I asked him, "What's your date's name?" "I don't know, she's not my date." So I guess that she - Lisa- came in unescorted, which I didn't know women could do at the club. The guy she was sitting with left and Lisa went and sat down at another table, with two incredibly drunk guys that came in and waved her over. That's where I danced for her, and she was pretty damn lit herself, sliding all the way down in her chair and rubbing her hands all over my legs. The incredibly drunk guys paid me for the dance, then asked me if she was my partner, like I used her to get guys to buy dances from me for her or something. They had tons of cash but were at the stage of drunkeness where things can get ugly, so I split.
Much later on, those two had stumbled out and Lisa had sat down with another table of guys - by the way, she was wearing her waitress attire, white shirt and tie, like the Macaroni Grill uniform. One of them asked for a dance, and the entire time I was dancing she sang along to "Please Don't Go" - all the wrong words at all the wrong times and very loudly right next to him. After this I was all set to check out since it was almost 2am, but she pleaded me to dance for her again, and after she didn't accept any of my excuses, I did. This time she slid so far down in her chair that her ass hit the ground and I had to lift her up and into her chair. I was trying to help this poor drunk gal maintain a modicum of dignity, but after that, it was a lost cause. I'm actually worried now. She was still there when the club closed and I sure hope they put her in a cab.

Saturday night
Oh, boy, did my body hurt on Saturday - I am not used to working two weekend nights in a row. It was a much better night crowd-wise than Friday but I was so pooped by 2 am that I couldn't take advantage of the good afterhours crowd. I have to do more cardio so my endurance will be better at work! When school keeps me away my body stops being used to all of that work. I don't think that people realize just how many muscles you use while giving a table dance.
Danced for a guy who let his tongue loll out of his mouth the entire time - I'm assuming he was trying to be lewd, but he looked like he was about to have a tongue depressor shoved in his mouth. I could barely keep from laughing and was relieved when the dance was over, but then he wanted another and another - when I got into the dressing room I just had to let it all out before I choked!
I met the nicest guy from Virginia who bought my T-shirt dance (a special we run where we sell 2 dances + a T-shirt for $40, club keeps $20) and another. Didn't have any especially annoying customers at all, amazing for a Saturday night. Also, I spent some time with a guy who didn't speak much English but knew all of the words to the songs "I love the English rock and roll!" he said, and went on to phonetically sing Nickelback and the Beastie Boys to me. "And I love Coldplay! Yellow! It makes me cry!" He had me in stitches.
Oh, how I need good shoes. I see stripper shopping in my future this week. Perhaps http://www.electriqueboutique.com will have special comfy 6" platform heels.

Man, I felt like I was at work for 12 hours tonight even though I didn't get in until 9pm. Still, those 7 hours just dragged by. I felt like I had "ask a stupid question here!" tattooed on my forehead - lots and lots of dumbass questions, getting asked out, etc., all damn night. Bright spot was spending an hour with a young guy who frequents the club - he's just recently 21 and a real doll. I gave him really good dances tonight and had a lot of fun with his reactions. He's going to make some young lady very happy someday if he treats civilians as well as he does dancers.
I wore my glasses tonight, and I've enjoyed the change of pace, but it's only something to be trotted out once in a while or else it's the only thing people remember about you. I'd rather they remember my beautiful ass and my smokin' dancing than my eyewear.
Girls were throwing shit-fits tonight - I have a coworker that so hates dancing I have no idea why she is doing it anymore - I rarely see her have a good night although she's a great dancer and very attractive. Her attitude has just gone to shit and she's so negative that I can hardly stand to be around her in the dressing room. This is a real pity since she's a great person otherwise. Well, the DJ tonight screwed up her music and she stalked offstage to scream at him - we could hear this on the floor from our table near the booth. It wasn't cool at all. It was really both their faults, but the dancer's the one on stage and should just go along with the music - the audience isn't going to know if you're dancing to the song you picked or not, but they sure as hell are going to notice when you stalk offstage. Dancing etiquette, dammit, it needs to be enforced.
There's this really wild girl that some of us think is a TS that recently came back - she's extremely flamboyant and entertaining. She has various sugar daddies that will pop into town and she won't work while she's on their tab. She was gone for several months this time. I am really curious about her origins, but I can't say it makes a great deal of difference to me since I like her as she is. I'm very lucky to get along with most of the ladies at work. My policy is to try to be nice to everyone and if it's impossible, ignore them. The conflict in the dressing room is just so irritating, the cattiness and shit-talking that goes on. It never ceases to amuse me that strippers talk shit about each other, considering that - well, we're all a bunch of strippers. Women, I swear. I will never understand them.
Oh, I got to dance to N.E.R.D. tonight for the first time in foreverr. I also got a great idea to dig up some old Jackson 5 to bring in. Also, I bought a new sewing machine last week and am working on some really cute dresses. Now I need to find a fabric store that sells slutty fabric - stretch satin, power mesh, etc.

Trying out design stuff on the site . . . just checking.

Monday night

Outfits: slutty suit, slinky black floral-patterned minidress, fishnets

Music: the Charlatans, the Strokes, Garbage, Marvin Gaye

Finally dragged myself into work after recuperating from school all weekend (and today) - back-to-back Eco tests on Friday and Monday mean my brain hurts and wants to let my body do all the talking tonight. Met some guys from Dallas who expressed an interest in getting a private show from Heidi and me but ultimately flaked. They did tell me some incredibly cheesy, funny jokes that I will be recycling this week.
The night was slower than last Monday, but then again I got out on the floor after happy hour had ended, which was pretty lucrative last week. It really was awfully slow again - I may have to seek out another club if this keeps up. I can't have these slow weeknights and try to play catch-up on the weekends, it's too exhausting. Can I go dance topless again? I don't mind the extra increment of contact, but there was a customer in tonight who tried to push my hand into his crotch - repeatedly - and that kind of behavior drives me crazy. I mean, if he stumbles across a dancer who'll do that willingly, more power to him, but when a guy tries to physically maneuver my body it grosses me out. I'm not talking about being touched - I'm talking about being manhandled. It's so very disrespectful. My dancing means that I am doing stuff to you - dancing for you and flirting with you and performing acrobatic lap tricks on you. It doesn't mean that I am a Gumby stripper to be bent into position and held there! I just think that there is a definite difference between a guy that wants to feel my skin and a guy who wants to forcibly hold me down on his lap. The former is what I consider a pretty normal reaction to having a naked or halfnaked girl in front of you. The latter is bullshit treatment of another human being as nothing but a physical object (yes, strippers are sex objects, but a sex object still has a personality and humanity within that objectification). Thank god that kind of shit is rare for me.
One of my favorite Latinos, Carlos, came in really late, around 1 am - I love him, he calls me "La Reyna" - "the queen". He's only 20 but like most Mexican guys is much more mature than his American counterparts.

Monday night
Outfits: Long black velvet gown, red lace halter and skirt
Music: Oh, so much, I had to go on stage a million times
Flash flooding in Austin had the girls and guys at home - although early on, there were enough guys spending enough money to make it a worthwhile night. But so few of us made it in that we were on stage practically every hour. I am so exhausted and am going to sit in the tub for a long time.
One of the girls got just a wee bit shitfaced tonight and was dragged back to the dressing room by a bouncer around midnight. Seems she had taken off a guy's belt - not uncommon, we do that so we can spank him with it if he's a birthday boy or a bachelor, but she had continued to unzip his pants and grab his boxers, which is what caught the bouncer's attention. I was in the dressing room when she got back and her explanation was "I was dancing for this guy and he asked me to bite his stomach, so I did" as if of course, that's a probable request, and why was the bouncer so excited? I'm sure you can imagine what her head leaning down towards his midsection while she had his pants unzipped looked like. And if "biting a guy's stomach" is your first thought, you are too clean-minded to be reading a stripper's diary.
After I finished dancing for one man tonight, he said, "Can I give you a critique?" I thought, "Oh no, what now?" and said "Of course!" He went on to give me the most wonderful compliments about my body, my dancing, etc until I was blushing - and I told him, "That's not a critique, that's a glowing review." And "Thank you." Brian is a doll.
In the earlier part of the night I had a blast talking to and dancing for a Dallas guy who I hope has found his way to the website by now.

Halloween
Costume: the best secretary ever, in black lingerie and suit and spike heels
Music: Garbage, "Androgyny," "Shut Your Mouth," Idlewild, Blur "Girls and Boys," Gomez, "Detroit Swing 60"
What a fun night. There were only 9 of us working and a decent crowd, so I stayed busy for the whole night. Jordan was dressed as a schoolgirl, and with my suit on I was being asked if I was a schoolteacher, so we did a set on stage together and had a blast.
The crowd was pretty widely varied tonight and not too many people in costumes came in, but all of the dancers and employees were dressed up.
I was propositioned by one older guy who clearly has no clue about how such things work. I told him that I would go out to dinner with him if he wanted to pay me $500 (and if he needed company bad enough to pay me that, I would). Later in the evening when he was deep in his cups, he said, "It's a slow night, here's $40. Will you sit with me for the rest of the night?" Wow! A whole $40! I wouldn't sit with him for the last 15 minutes of the night for that. I told him, "To get me to stay here for the next hour you'd need to pay me at least $200." "That's ridiculous!" he said. So I got up and left to go make that money.
A couple of dancers from one of our sister clubs came in and were dressed in adorable outfits - a Little Red Riding Hooker and a doctor. I'd kind of like to check out their club again.
I chatted up one guy for a couple of minutes tonight before he asked me the stupidest question - "Will you still be doing this when you're 30?" Well, if I want to, yes. "What are you going to do with your life?" As if I were doing absolutely nothing with it right now. Although I'm in school and will graduate soon, possibly to move on to other things, I think it is ridiculous to have to justify the fact that I'm a dancer - you know, it's only okay for a woman to do it if it's in the service of some noble goal like paying for school, or supporting her kids, etc. As if it were so horrible to dance, no one would do it unless forced to by circumstance. "What else do you do?" is another annoying question that guys ask a lot, because obviously, dancing isn't a real job and therefore can't possibly be enough to do. Just once I'd like to say, "Oh, you're an engineer? What made you do that? Do you think you'll ever be able to get out? You can't do that forever, you know. Why does your wife let you do that?"