Sunday night
Santa's Little Helper outfit
Christmas music

What a lovely night - I spent most of it dancing in VIP for a great guy who was a total riot - he was promising to email me as soon as he got home and I really hope he does. He's a customer one of the bouncers knew from another club and had me do several sets of dances for him, all the while making me laugh - I so thoroughly enjoyed myself dancing for this fella. He was a bit of a dirty talker, but not sleazy at all, a rare combination. I was having a blast talking back and really pulled out my bag of tricks for his dances. He's a leg man, he said, and had told another dancer this, so she recommended me (thank you Jennifer!) and I went over as soon as I had a chance. He really likes inner thighs (who doesn't) which is just fabulous. I mean, more women are self-conscious about their thighs than any other body part (not me anymore - dancing has made my thighs body parts that I adore), so a man that ceaselessly compliments them has to know what he's doing. As far as body parts to worship, though, the inner thigh is a good one. It does lead to other parts that should be worshipped.
He was done with dances and sitting at the bar when I left work, and told me that every dancer he'd talked to tonight had been incredibly complimentary towards me. That was such a great thing to hear, I'm still happy about it. What a terrific night.
Now I am ready to begin my little Christmas break. Hope Santa brings me something. I've been good . . .

Friday night
Outfits: Pink bikini & boots; Madisin's B&W striped top, black mini and boots
Music: The Strokes, Peaches, Tricky ( I have a very strong urge to dance to Alice Cooper, though)

Friday was a great and busy night - I was so pooped I didn't work on Saturday because my feet were STILL HURTING from the night before. I came in around 6 and had a good happy hour; things slowed down until around 11 for me but really took off; and I had a great after hours, too. Towards the end of the night I did a bunch of dances for a very interesting guy that had majored in Russian and was currently at the LBJ School working on his master's. I think my dances were really great tonight because I was feeling very sexual. I'm a little deprived right now (stop it right now, potential volunteers) and so was really letting out my frustrations on the job.
Lots of bachelors tonight; what in the hell are people thinking scheduling weddings this time of year? I was all set to dance for one of them, having had my dance requested by one of the other guys at the table, when two waitresses sat down to perform a "cigar show" on his lap. This involves them deep-throating the cigar with one another on his lap before cutting and lighting it. Now, I'm certainly not opposed to a waitress trying to hustle some cash, but these two totally fucked up by jumping in while there were dancers at the table, ensuring that none of us will ever have either of them wait on us with a good customer again. They also neglected to do what the more experienced cigar show gals do - leave the cigar in the wrapper or tube. This meant that after sucking on it for 4 minutes it was a soggy, disintegrating, unlightable mess. Ick.
Another group of bachelors had me do a candle dance for the bachelor - our candle dances involve us dripping hot wax on ourselves, with most girls making little molds of their clits with the wax. I prefer to drip it artistically over my breasts (I have very sensitive nipples, making this fun for me, too) and make little custom-made wax pasties. This particular bachelor kept leaning in to blow, which at one point made the hot wax dripping from the candle fly everywhere! You'd think they'd know not to try to blow out the candle 'til the song is sung...
At one point in the night, I was getting off of third stage in the VIP area where I was called over by a young guy calling me "Betty" - he thought I resembled Betty Page. This flatters me, though I don't even have bangs right now. He was so damn complimentary and kept telling me, "New girls don't look like you! They don't make women like you anymore! You're like a modern Marilyn Monroe." He was drinking but I will take those compliments anyway, and gladly.
This guy Eric was with a couple of friends and it turns out he and one of the others, Patrick, are from a town near my hometown. Maybe I'll run into them over the holidays. Eric had recently graduated and has no real need to work, so he's living the hedonistic life right now and helping to support young women like myself as a patron of the arts. While these guys were young, they had money and weren't naive in the least, being pretty seasoned club patrons. They looked like young party kids, though, and one of the veteran dancers gave them shit at the bar, asking, "How can you afford to be in here?" This did not go over well. Patrick had approached the bar to ask a girl for a dance when this woman said, "Can you pay her?" Not a good idea to question a VIP customer's solvency. She continued to rag on him and they got into it at the bar - I cannot imagine what prompted her to do this, being rude to customers with no provocation whatsoever is ridiculous (and even with provocation it's best to just walk away) and she is usually a very savvy businesswoman. So for twenty minutes these guys complained about her - rightfully - to one of the floor managers. Hope that doesn't make them stay away; they were too much fun.
I had the best time at the end of the night when I got to dance for the cute rock boys that had been sitting by the DJ booth - some of us had been talking in the dressing room about their various charms. Josie said that she strongly considered giving her number to one of them, but he was too young for her. They had Kia, Tiffany and me dance together for them. We made a reverse Oreo with Kia in the middle and us two white girls on either side.
I heard the worst thing ever while sitting on someone's lap - "I haven't felt a bottom that soft on my lap since my daughter was sitting on it!" I know he wasn't thinking anything untoward, but ewww. I didn't want to touch that comment with a ten foot pole.
I'll be working tonight then taking a couple of days off for Christmas, to return and bust my ass from the 26th through the 30th getting ready to ski!

Thursday night
Music: Super Furry Animals, Peaches, Fischerspooner, and when I didn't make it to the DJ on time, the Eurythmics and George Michael!
Outfits: Adorable pink bikini that I bought in Dallas with knee-high white platform boots, putting me in full go-go mode

I was so glad I went in early tonight - the happy hour crowd was well worth it, and between 8pm and 12am, I only did 2 dances. The crowd stayed the same, pretty much, that whole time. I did do a couple of dances at a table of couples (Thursday = ladies' night) (really, it's a club promotion) where there was a fiesty birthday girl that asked me, "If I give you an extra dollar, can I smack your ass?" I swear, women are so much rowdier than men.
I danced for one guy from CA who had bought several dances from other girls and was given a huge ego boost when he told me I gave the best table dance ever - damn straight, I take pride in my work. After 12am, some more folks trickled into the club, but there were even a couple of 2-4-1 specials I couldn't sell in the earlier hours. I did wind up the night well, dancing for an artist who was celebrating the sale of a painting and having a conversation about the evils of the Republican administration with him. Oh, and I talked to a guy who was having his first visit ever to a strip club, a communications student who said that he'd always been opposed to this sort of atmosphere but wanted to see what he was talking about. Maybe he was just curious, too, which is my guess. My feelings on the objectification-of-women rap against strip clubs is that they are by far a very tiny part of an equation that includes television, advertising, and economic pressures. Besides, it is necessary to have a place like the clubs where the types of behavior people engage in there - hooting at naked women, being rowdy, and objectifying us - is ok and even appropriate. Like a safety valve, maybe. I hate it when guys act like that in public or at regular clubs, but I think it's OK in a strip club, and think that it's good to have that sort of space where they can act like that without bothering the civilians. I think communications guy appreciated my analysis. Maybe he was just looking at my boobs, though (and there's nothing wrong with that).
I'm looking forward to this weekend before Christmas and am going to go pull out my Santa's Little Helper outfit right now.

Tuesday, Jordan and I decided to go to the Clubhouse, and were we ever glad we did. Now this was a club we felt comfortable at and we really enjoyed working there. It's nude and BYOB like the Show Palace and it reminded us of the club a couple of years ago, when every single girl there was a hottie and the crowd was less rowdy. However, according to the bartender, they've been experiencing some of the same stuff we have. "Lately they've been hiring anything that walks in off the street," she said, causing me to say, "Uh, do you think we'll do all right here?" "Oh, yeah, y'all will do great!" Whew. She was very friendly and introduced me to several of the girls who were extremely nice and hot and helpful! A club full of hot, friendly girls, what could be better? Well, it could have been more crowded, but we chose to work the night after their Christmas party and before a $10 dance Wednesday, so maybe it wasn't destined to be a big money night. I only did two table dances but did get tipped well for sitting at the table of - yet another Minnesotan and St. John's alum! I couldn't believe the coincidence and had very nearly the same conversation with this guy about hockey and football that I had had the night before.
The stage there is so much fun to dance on - it is like a real stage, with a backstage you could pull a curtain over if you wanted to have a very theatrical performance, and the pole's on the side rather than smack dab in the middle. I loved it. I think it's set up like that so that they can have bands play there on occasion, which is just completely awesome if you ask me. The side stages are the "Back Nine" - it's the Clubhouse, you know, golf motif and all - and ring the bar. The waitresses are in schoolgirl outfits. It's just cool all the way around there. The atmosphere is good, the customers are nice, the staff is super-friendly, and the women - well, it was like they had one of everything that you could want! Fortunately they didn't have one of me or Jordan, so we could find a niche there.
I really want to go back to this club. I'm thinking I'll just commute up to Dallas after class on Thursday next semester, and just move up there during the hockey playoffs, which I imagine are a particularly good time to work there. I was bummed that I had to come back to Austin early, but I had to take care of things before leaving town for the holidays. Hopefully I can get a fuller report from Jordan.

So Monday night I worked at the Penthouse Key Club, and had to adjust to giving table dances to guys in huge, high-backed chairs - it kind of throws my trajectory off, since I am used to lower chairs to put my hands on for balance. The things you have to adjust to in this line of work - I also had to remember to keep my t-back on at all times. Wasn't a problem.
The night seemed slow, but I did decently for my first night in a club. I did get ripped off for the first dance I di, something that has only happened to me one other time in all of my years of dancing. This guy called me over and asked for a dance - he was drunk but lucid - and then said he had to go to the ATM - came back saying that the ATM was broken and asked the waitress to send a manager over. Another girl at down at the table and while he was gone told me that this guy once refused to pay her for 7 dances when trashed, and told her off in the bargain, but came back the next day and gave her the money. I have no idea why she continues to put up with him, but she said he was a regular. I eventually gave up and decided that the hassle was not worth the $20; I also did not want to raise a stink in a new club on my first night. Fortunately it didn't ruin the rest of my night. After that false start, I found that every guy I asked for a dance said yes, getting at least one, most of them two. Some were handsy, some didn't try to touch me at all, which leads me to believe that a low-contact dancer can still make some money topless in DFW, but I'll do some further research on that before passing final judgement.
I danced for one extremely nice guy from Atlanta that was so appreciative, and also met a guy that works on rollercoasters, amusement park rides and the like that was a regular at the club. He had gone to St. John's in Minnesota, so we talked about hockey and Division III-A football. He also bought me panties! They do "Uptime" at this club, where you are expected to sell a Penthouse T-short, golf balls, cigar, or other club merch along with two dances, the club getting $20 of the $40. If you don't sell, you don't pay, which is a better deal than in some clubs. I had no problem selling the shirts, but every time, I would come out on the floor with a pair of the breakaway Penthouse T-backs that said "Penthouse Key Club" on the front and ask the guys if they wanted to watch me play with my panties - they said, "I'd love a dance, but can I get a T-shirt?" What the hell? Finally, the Minnesotan bought the panties for me. So hooray for Kenny!
The girls were pretty, but few of them were drop-dead gorgeous, and I was surprised at the number of 30+ dancers working. There was another Susan there - a North Carolina southern belle that was super-skinny with enhanced boobs - so I had to pick a stage name. "River" was the first one that popped into my head because I'd been watching Firefly earlier, so I was River for a night.

Sunday night
Susan and Jordan’s tour of Dallas Strip Clubs

The first club we checked out was the Cabaret Royale, the most beautiful club I’ve seen. It has a fountain and plaza in front, a large clothing boutique, and an entryway that reminded me of Fonda San Miguel, an interior Mexican restaurant in Austin. Inside there’s a large VIP section, plenty of champagne rooms, and a separate dining area. It was gorgeous but dead when we were there, and the girls were OK.
Next stop was the Clubhouse, the nude club famous for being partially owned by Pantera and as the preferred hangout for various Dallas athletes and touring rock bands. It’s off of the Northwest Highway hidden amongst a bunch of warehouses in a particularly unlovely industrial section. It was busier since Sunday nights are $10 dance nights, and the girls were lovely for the most part. It was extremely clean. We just got a brief tour and were told to come back.
The Penthouse Key Club had just celebrated its grand opening recently. It’s immense and also a gorgeous club, with a fabulous dressing room and a very professional system of dealing with the dancers. Again, we weren’t so impressed with the girls, though there were several hotties. The tour was great, though, and it has these skyboxes in lieu of champagne rooms that are each themed and sit up on the second story of the club. It looked like a blast up there.
Our last stop was the Fare East, a club recommended to us by another dancer in Austin. It was packed and raunchy and rowdy – the dancers were definitely not the A-Team, likewise with the clientele, and the manager told us “We have a long history of beating the shit out of people that misbehave, so let us know if anyone gives you shit.” He also said, “On a busy night, you can go ‘Wanna dance? No? Fuck you. Wanna dance?’ ‘cause it’s so busy you don’t have to stop to talk.” I told him I liked to maybe not say “Fuck you” to the guys that didn’t buy dances, but I have to say I wouldn’t be surprised if some of those gals did. It was packed in there, but we didn’t see a lot of dances going on, and it was very loud and smoky. We did see the lamest “fire show” ever – some girl got on stage, in a regular old bikini, and basically waved some flaming torches around her body. That was it. That was the “fire show.” I could have more fun with a matchbook and a bottle of Everclear, thanks. There was one totally fantastic dancer named Dee that we loved. She was 5’nothin’ and a little flexible fireball onstage. So if you’re ever there, get a dance from Dee.
I actually had some SMU kid come up to me and tell me not to work there if I worked in Dallas – glad a manager didn’t hear that, kid. We figured we could put up with that atmosphere anywhere and that if we were going to work in Dallas it should be somewhere nicer than we’d find in Austin. Jordan did say, “I wouldn’t want to work here, but I would definitely bring my boyfriend here to hang out!”
So she picked Cabaret Royale and I picked the Penthouse. I figured the clubs in Dallas would be pretty picky, but at each and every club we visited on Sunday, as soon as we said we were interested in working, they said, “When do you want to start?” I mean, we’re good-looking women, but I assumed they’d want to at least see us in dancerwear before hiring. What if we had hideous scars or gang tattoos?

Well, I am in Dallas and having difficulty updating the schedule; I am going to work at the Penthouse Key Club in Dallas this week. It's at 8550 N. Stemmons and the phone number is 214.267.8550. Hopefully I have have fun things to tell you soon. Right now I am at Kinko's due to the fact that the somputer at the house I'm staying at is veeeery slow. More later.

This is truly great: people that have searched for "suzy kolber photos" on yahoo! have been directed to rivercitykitty.com because of my reference to the ESPN anchor in this diary . . . and now due to the above reference it will undoubtedly happen again. I don't think "Rich Eisen photos" would have the same appeal for a potential crossover audience, but it's worth a shot.

Tuesday
Outfits: black knee-high boots, schoolgirl skirt, sheer black top; yellow polka dot bikini; cherry dress (it was slow and I changed clothes a lot)

Music: Peaches, AA XXX; Mr. Scruff, Spandex Man; Charlatans, A Man Needs to be Told, You're So Pretty; Firewater, Some Strange Reaction; Blur, Girls and Boys; Morphine, Top Floor, Bottom Buzzer, A Good Woman Is Hard To Find. (Wow, did I go on stage a lot tonight.)

I spent some time this afternoon composing a cd of music that I consider "dance music" and popped my new cd into the car stereo to jam out a little on my way to work. Wouldn't play! I rounded the block and walked right back in to the house to fix it - I thought maybe I'd forgotten the last step, but it turns out that I screwed up in Toast and burnt myself a nice, useless (for the club) data cd. Did the whole thing over, and before it finished writing, the stupid program froze. Screw Toast, I'm using something else from now on.
After my first round on stage I saw an old customer in VIP having Velvet dance for him. This guy used to be a regular and would always buy at least three dances in a row at a time - I had done eight in a row at one time for hime - and is a very straight-looking, considerate and shy guy. It took about a year of dancing for him before he started loosening up when talking to me! When you dance for him, he does tend to make little appreciative noises, which, coming from him and only him, I find kind of endearing. I love to dance for him - I always pull out all of the stops and give him great dances, not only because he'll keep getting them but because he's so into the performance that I get more involved, too. Anyway, Chip moved to another state some time ago and I've just seen him a couple of times since then, so I was glad to see him and went over to say hi. I sat next to him and put my hand on his thigh - and felt something in his pants. No, not that. I felt lingerie, I'm pretty sure. A garter strap. So when I danced for him, I ran my hand along his leg and sure enough his pants legs slipped smoothly over nylon, and I felt the garter clip. Now, I have danced for this man for a very long time, and I could not recall ever- no, now wait, I did once feel something under his shirt, but I assumed it was a back support of some sort. Hmmm. I knew he was a touch kinky, well versed in his adult stars and alternate lifestyles, but this was a new wrinkle.
After I'd danced for him, I was eager to talk to Velvet to see if she knew about this. "Oh, yeah, I unbottoned his shirt and slipped my hand in there once and felt his girdle," she said, "but I think he's adding more on."
"Do you talk about it?" I asked, wondering if maybe he'd asked advice on what styles of garter belts were the most comfortable under a suit.
"No, he knows I know, but he's never said anything. I figured if he wanted to, he would. He's such a quiet guy, I guess that's his wild side."
I have to admit that if I had danced any more for him, I know I would have been tempted to snap that garter strap - I wonder how much that would have turned him on?
The night kind of crawled by after that, though around midnight a table of two girls and a guy walked in. The girls were pretty young, 23, and their guy friend was significantly older, probably in his mid 40's. When I was on third stage, one of the girls, Sue, came over to tell me that her friend was enamored with me and if she tipped me would I please come over and show him some love? I danced for the guy, Ron, and sat with them shooting the breeze for some time. The other girl, Rebecca, was a former Expose waitress and so had her fair share of experience in strip clubs. She asked me, "Do you ever go out with customers?" I told her the truth: that I have made friends with guys I've met in the club, even been tutored by some of them, but haven't gone out with anyone I met there.
"Yeah, I used to get asked out a lot when I was a waitress. One time this couple kept asking me out all night long while I was working."
"Were they hot?" I asked, because in my experience the couples that ask you out aren't the ones you want to go home with.
"Oh, yeah. They kept asking and asking and finally they offered me three grand to go home with them."
"Three grand to go home with a hot couple? I bet you had to think about that one."
"Yeah, that must have been hard to turn down," said her guy friend.
"I never said I turned them down."
She then told us that that had financed her last semester's tuition and books.
So if there are any attractive couples out there that are interested in furthering my scholastic career, bidding starts at $3500, which should cover my next semester's tuition and books. This is an offer for time and companionship only and should not be construed as a solicitation of payment for sexual services.
The night was wrapped up at a table of off-duty security guards, one of whom I danced for a couple of times and had a nice time visiting with. He said he was thinking about studying photography - I can certainly see why a guy would want to pursue a more solitary pursuit after spending a lot of time dealing with tossing people out of bars. One of his friends said that some of the bars they work at, mainly hispanic ones on the east side, bring in strippers on Tuesdays to dance at their clubs - wearing pasties or bikinis, dancing on the bars and doing $5 table dances for the clientele. I may have to drag an adventurous friend out for drinks to see what that's all about.

Sunday
Outfits: lots and lots of rope, ball gags, etc.
Music: none
An interesting afternoon spent shooting some bondage photos with Phil Carson - I will post a link when I can so that anyone who's interested can see me tied up. I enjoyed this venture into fetish photography and can definitely say that it was unlike anything I've ever done before. The photographer was someone I'd found on the Web; he does damsel-in-distress style bondage that I found very appealing. We'd been planning on doing this shoot for some time and finally got around to it this weekend. I brought my friend Monty with me as my escort, and was glad I did - he was a perfect choice. Phil had an assistant present, a guy that was nice enough, but I have to say that my preferrence is for female assistants when you shoot with a male photographer - they will notice things he may not necessarily see and are handy with makeup and such.
All in all, it was definitely more comfortable to be tied up in knots than it was to spend four hours in Karo Syrup fake blood like I did when shooting The Sore Losers, only to have it cut out of the final print. Phil had these specific scenarios in mind, and of course, since these were bondage photos, they all resulted in my being tied up tightly, once to a chair and twice to myself. The most uncomfortable part of my body were my hands - they fell asleep very quickly and drove me nuts. I was fascinated with the way the knots were tied, though, and I think I have picked up some very good techniques to use the next time I want to make sure someone absolutely cannot get away from me.

Thursday

Thursday I had a different shoot entirely - no rope! I shot with a very nice guy who is a professional by day - photography is his avocation. He's much more than a hobbyist, though; his lighting and equipment were exquisite, and he'd even sent the girl who assisted him to makeup school to make his models look good. I set up my little baby pool that I use at bachelor parties for some of the messier skits (naked performance art, that's what I do) and shot some photos for this site. As I was stretching out after some of the earlier shots we did, before the pool, I went into a couple of yoga stretches and he insisted on getting some shots of me stretching out. That's actually something I've wanted to have - photos of myself twisting my body around, stretching, being flexible and just generally posing in creazy ways, so I am very excited to see how those turned out. You will get a chance to see them soon, I hope.
Oh, the makeup artist/assistant turned out to be a former roommate of one of my coworkers, a girl who was one of the most brainless, abrasive people I have ever had the displeasure of working with, so we immediately bonded over a little "Laurie"-bashing.
So, with the pictures, not much work this weekend, except for Saturday night which was pitiful. The club was Tuesday-night quiet until 11:30 pm, a half-hour before I was to leave. It was the worst weekend shift I have ever worked - very few customers and the ones that were there didn't seem interested in anything. Seems like all I did was walk around and around that night. Guys didn't even want company - you know, on a slow night I am thoroughly willing to work the chat and visit for extended periods. But this night, I was even hearing "no" when I asked, "Would you like some company?" Very disheartening, and I heard that Friday (which I took off to enjoy myself) was about the same. I am looking forward to it being much better this week. I think it may be time to whip out my favorite little Santa outfit tomorrow.

Wednesday night
Outfits: Red & white striped bikini (soon to be em-bell-ished for Christmas with jingles & fur), cowgirl dress with pearl snaps that I can rip right off just like a western shirt
Music: Super Furry Animals, "Juxtaposed with U," "Smokin," Blur "Girls and Boys," "There's No Other Way" (hooray 1994 Britpop!)
Oh, god, I had no rhythm tonight whatsoever - I was irritated with everyone I talked to, for no good reason, and it seemed like as soon as I got on the floor, the money ceased to flow. I was wondering why, aside from the slow night, I was so pissy . . . then I checked the calendar.
The single saving grace of the night was a late arrival by the name of Chris. I first approached him and talked for a while before I went on stage - he seemed quite the smartass, but I'm certainly accused of the same myself several times a night. He even used my comeback line - "Better a smartass than a dumb fuck."
One of the managers set me up with a party for Christmas week - I'll be doing it with Heidi, which should be fun. She and I had a blast doing a frat party in September and I'm really comfortable with her. And this is the Heidi who gave me the great dance last Friday, too.
Big news - the club has posted its liquor license application notice outside, so it will become a topless club in 2003. Word is there's fancy remodeling in the works, so I am looking forward to a couple of lucrative months when a) they announce there's only so much time left to look at pussy in the Austin city limits and b) when the club reopens as a topless club. A lot of girls are upset - there is more contact in a topless club, for one, but I find that I'm able to stay within my comfort limits and still make money dancing topless - I know some guys like the sit-down-and-grind kind of stuff, but as Chris confirmed for me tonight, some of them like to look as well. In fact, I think that being delicious eye candy is the point of stripping. So anyways, I'm not concerned and in fact am pretty excited to see what the new club will be like. One thing I'll be glad to be rid of are the very girls making the loudest noise about the switch - they are usually the very ones that are whining the most about other dancers. I will never understand the girls who endlessly complain at work. Even on a slow night like tonight, I'd rather be dancing than doing just about any other job (maybe Suzy Kolber's or Danni Ashe's).

Friday night: the day after Thanksgiving!
Outfits: little UT tee and booty shorts, blue bikini, black floral dress
I cannot believe that I woke up so early - we went to the game and had a blast. I love no sporting event more than the Texas-A&M game - it stirs up extremely dormant feelings of school spirit within me. But why is it always so damn early (ok, sometimes it's the 2:30 game instead of the 11:30 one, but both of those are waaay early if you ask me)?
So after another long nap, I had to pack up my Longhorn gear to take to work. I put on my burnt orange and was immediately grabbed for dances by a group of fans - two couples that were sitting by one of the stages. One of the women had me dance for her husband, then he bought a wax dance for her. This led to several more dances from UT fans, and even a couple from some recovering Aggies in the crowd.
Things got interesting later on - Heidi and I were both summoned to the table of a guy in VIP. The first things out of his mouth were, "I like to snort blow, drink Crown, and eat pussy. I'm a drug dealer. Y'all got a problem with that?" We said something to the effect of how pleasant it was to talk to an honest man for once. He had us do several double dances and tipped well.
After a while, this guy Robbie went out to his truck to do some more coke (he had offered to bring Heidi and me back "a present" but we declined) and came back in, having exchanged his cowboy hat for a big, multicolored velvet jester's hat complete with bells on the points.
Robbie told us of his woes - namely that his wife didn't like having her pussy eaten as much as he liked to eat it, and about his exploits with the various women that would allow him to indulge in this pastime. He offered me $500 to let him eat me out for 20 minutes, which I had to decline, but I told him he shouldn't really have a problem finding some woman to let him go to town for free.
I did a series of dances for him, during which he made me laugh so much - he actually was a really funny guy, and upfront about being a perv, which is much more fun than the guys that are embarrassed about it. During the dances I tried on his jester's hat for a few minutes, prompting him to offer me $500 again, this time to blow him while wearing the hat. The mental image was just about too much for me to take - can you imagine blowing someone/getting blown by someone with that silly hat on? It's like clown porn.
Even though I had to turn down all of these offers, he didn't really push and ended up paying me well for my time. He also bought a couple of dances for me from Alize and Heidi - Alize has a fabulous body, though her dances are pretty rote. Good eye candy. Heidi, on the other hand, is friendly with me and we've had some intimate moments at a frat party before, so she gave me a truly fabulous dance that really turned me on. See, that's the way to turn on a stripper at work, get her a lapdance from another girl!
I was really exhausted after this night and treated myself to a couple of days off and a massage from Minde on Sunday. Tonight I might be doing a private show, which would be nice - an hour's work for one guy beats 6 hours' work for 20, plus I can just focus on him.

Thursday - Thanksgiving!
Outfits: Long black velvet halter that I made; short black floral open-back dress
Music: the usual, though I did dance to Marilyn Manson, which I've never done before. I think some of the more glam stuff is great stripper music
After a long dinner and long nap, I went in on this holiday evening to show off my cornucopia. There was a really sweet customer in early in the evening that I did very well with, and as it got later the crowd really picked up. There were, of course, a bunch of Texas football fans that had come in to town for the A&M game. It was pretty busy and only eight of us working, so it turned out to be a good night. I was expecting more family groups - usually on a holiday, the guys will head out if they're sick of family time. The one that I did meet were a brother and sister - I asked them, "How was your Thanksgiving?" and did not regret it - turns out the brother had a big argument with the other sister and these two had been kicked out of Thanksgiving! They decided to soothe their family friction burns by coming out to the club (the sister was a lesbian, so not a big sacrifice for her) to drown their sorrows.