Saturday night
The Show Palace
Pink bikini
Wilco, Gomez - I was feeling mellow

Ahh, back to being naked tonight; it was fun! I really didn't want to leave the house with the pissy cold weather, and I figured that guys would feel the same. With the Super Bowl today, I also thought plenty of folks would want to save their energy for parties. And it was kind of quiet, but I made out all right, thanks in great deal to Heidi who got me a couple of lucrative bachelor dances. When we do bachelor dances at work, we charge a little more per song, but it's nice to make the chunk of money all at one instead of working the floor. Usually we'll beat on the bachelor and do a hot wax deal, but I found out tonight that a couple of girls had the misfortune of performing one of these in the vicinity of a female TABC agent last week (apparently they had ignored the manager's advice to lay off the wild stuff) who freaked out and wanted to have them arrested. That didn't happen, thank god, but some of the stuff that has been standard fare - dripping ice on ourselves, some of the girl-girl moves - are now forbidden thanks to that little incident. Following the letter of the law, don't you know. That means that there's stuff I'll only get to do at private parties now that we used to do in the club, oh well!

I ran into a customer I hadn't seen in a while; he was the one that had Heidi dance for me; and he was apologetic for "being an asshole" and offering me $500 for a blowjob last time he was in the club. I told him not to worry (especially since he'd given me a bunch of money that night) and that I wasn't in the least insulted. But I also told him I'd had better offers since then.
I danced for a couple of guys that were in a bachelor party that were young and sweet, and while I was dancing for the bachelor, I unsnapped his shirt (I love snap front shirts and am compelled to rip them open) and he was wearing a Sonic Youth T-shirt. We discussed their later career and whether "Murray Street" was worth listening to.

There was a pair of South African guys in town that sell packeged big-game hunts; not surprisingly, they get a lot of customers from Texas. I told them that I only liked to hunt tasty things, but they certainly win the prize for most unusual job of the month among customers I've met. I had fun talking to them, though I cannot imagine having to serve as a guide for a bunch of rich Americans wanting to shoot a corralled elephant.
I was happy to be in the nude again; I like the dancing style better. I just wish the money was more consistent and not so contingent on having good weekends. In this business it's best to have a good average income rather than severe highs and lows. Less stressful, too. That's what is nice over at Joy - a consistent crowd. I may not pocket serious bank in one shift, but it is steady.

I saw some of the photos from last weekend's shoot - they look all right, though I have problems with my facial expressions in front of the camera. How do you practice that? I'm just going to set up a mirror behind the camera, I think, so I don't get all squinty-eyed. The office photos are really adorable and I can't wait to get my prints of them.

Saturday afternoon, the Omni

Saturday I roused myself and headed for Avant since the stylist the photographer had hired wasn't going to be able to make it. I had the lovely task of explaining to my stylists that I was taking nudie shots to be shopped to men's magazines. The shoot was in my friend Monty's office, in which he so gracefully allowed me to lounge around naked. I imagine that he thinks of his desk a bit differently now. It was actually really great to shoot there; I like having Monty around anyway, because he's my friend, but he would also tell me if I was doing something that looked silly.
This photographer hadn't had a whole lot of experience in shoots of this type, and neither have I, so I think we pretty much blundered through the whole thing. He was having problems giving me directions, being tentative and saying things like, "Ok, now, try to sit up. Try to look at the light." I'm thinking, I don't have to "try" to do these things, I can, so just tell me to do them! I guess he was "trying" to be gentle about the whole giving directions thing, but honestly, I want the person behind the lens to tell me what to do so that I will look my best! He was really nice and easygoing, and I would imagine that after more shoots he'll have the rhythm down and things will qo more quickly. We did some shots of me in a sheer top and leather pants, and one of me in a suit in the office, crawling around on the desk. These were not split beaver shots, by the way, so don't be looking for me in Cheri or anything. I will be interested to see if they get sold.
One thing I was self-conscious about: when I was on vacation, the woman that gave me my bikini wax left me crooked! Dammit, I get my landing strip straight in the shower, she couldn't do it with me lying on a table? So I have been bald for a couple of weeks now and I have to say that aesthetically, I like some hair down there. At least in front, you know. I've never seen pictures of myself shaved all naked like that; hope they look ok. The things I worry about. I will be seeing slides tomorrow, so I'll report back on the quality.
After the car trouble on Friday and the waking up early on Saturday, I was bushed and bagged out on my social commitments for the night - my allergies flared up too, so I was more than happy to veg out for a few hours. Besides, I had a very long day coming up on Monday.

Friday night, bachelor party in Waco

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So, I had quite the busy weekend, starting with a bachelor party in Waco, of all places, on Friday night. I was really surprised that these guys couldn't find a dancer from Dallas, which is marginally closer, but not surprised at all that they wanted to avoid the clubs there. Not necessarily because of the talent quality, but I bet Waco is the kind of town where people talk about that sort of thing.
Ezra, my sister's boyfriend, is usually my escort for these things - he just kind of blends into the background, hands me my props, and drives me to and from, and I like using him a lot more than a bouncer from the club, which can be a more intrusive presence. Besides, if I ever actually felt as if I would need the security, I probably wouldn't do the party. I have had bouncers from the club offer to chaperone me, telling me that they can carry a gun, which just completely puts me off. Do I look like I'd perform somewhere where a gun was needed for security? Hell, fuck no, and while I'm no anti-hunting activist (mmm, white-winged doves . . . ) the idea of that kind of volatile presence at a place where I'm supposed to be relaxed and entertaining seems like a bad idea. So, Ezra's good because it's like I don't have a bouncer, but I do, you know? Plus, when I pay him I know my sister gets to go to a nice dinner or something :).

This party had been put together by the groom's boss, as his best man was his grandfather, a 70-something fella that I imagine wasn't too clued in as how to hire a hootchie-cootchie gal for the bash. They had it at one of their homes, and had pulled the furniture out from the living room. This was my first test-run of my new stage (more on that later) and I did learn that carpet did not help with the stability issues. My engineers are working on that right now.

The party went pretty well, though one of the guests kept trying to bite me, which was irritating. See, there's a time and a place for that, but even in the heat of the moment, I absolutely hate getting bitten, due to someone who was much too enthusiastic about that with me years ago leaving me with nipples that were sore for days. I had to ignore his proffered tips in fear that I'd wind up with a nasty little mark on my tummy. Now, the quiet guy that sat in the chair furthest back, he got the best dance of them all. What can I say? Passivity turns me on ;).

There was also a crazy, 50something beatnik there wearing a Kangol beret and generally being obnoxious and I think I saw him at BookPeople today! Would have been funny. The host kept trying to get the graddad to let me dance for him, but he kept saying, "Aw, that's all right, you just focus on Doug over there!" The whole time, he just kept turning his head when it was his time to be embarrassed. Then, at the end of the show, Grandpa calls me over and says, "Susie? Is there any chance I could see you private sometime?" That sly old man, he must have had a little blue pill he needed to use! I hope Grandma's not in the picture anymore, 'cause we've got a date, I'm going to the wedding with him! Just kidding, but wouldn't that be funny. I had to book it out of there when the host started bugging me to give him a private dance in the bedroom. Again, I say, my shows aren't that good.

It was a bitch getting back to Austin, we had car trouble, but that wasn't fun at all and so I am going to pretend it never happened.

Wednesday afternoon

So I have 8am classes on Tuesday and Thursday, a situation that means there's no way I'll be able to stay up until 3am on weeknights this semester. Bearing this in mind, I decided to seek employment at a club with a day shift, and picked Joy for my explorations. It is way the hell out in Round Rock, a good 20 minutes from where I live, but to be honest, the construction near Ben White has turned my formerly pleasant three minute commute into almost as lengthy an ordeal at times. So, what the hell.
I walked in and the manager came out to meet me, asked if I wanted to work that day, to which I said, sure! He gave me the total up-and-down look, which I found pretty amusing, and sent me off to get dressed. It was the fastest I've walked into a club and started working, ever. I went back, pulled on my thong, reminded myself to keep it on, and headed up to the DJ booth where I was pleasantly surprised to see Ed, a DJ I'd enjoyed working with at the Show Palace previously. That was a happy surprise. I certainly didn't know any of the girls or managers. My first time out on stage I was immediately tipped a $5 and was tipped by management, so I was off to a good start. I was pretty nervous about giving lapdances, I mean, I haven't done many topless dances over the past few years - but it turns out it's like riding a bike. Or something else. I was complimented on my technique - and let me tell you, I take pride in the way I do my job!
There's definitely more contact in topless dancing than nude - no way in hell is a bouncer going to come over to tell a guy not to touch your legs. However, it's all in the way you want to dance, I believe, and I only had a couple of instances in which guys pushed my limits. One of them wanted me to basically titty-fuck him through his pants (ouch) - he was an Asian guy who, after my dance, asked me if I did anything else - i.e. extras and told me that some of the girls would give him such-and-such for the price of 10 dances ($200). I told him I couldn't help him out in that department, whereupon he said, "Money no problem. I give you a thousand for a BJ." I thought to myself, "Well, I do give thousand dollar blowjobs, but not for money," and then I thought, "Doesn't this guy know that there are skilled professionals that would lay him several times over for that?" Again, I told him that though I wasn't prepared to take the job that I was sure he should have no problem finding takers.
He was polite aside from the solicitation, though, and the dances I gave him helped me sell several others in the vicinity, so I felt extra bad when I - accidentally, honestly - turned to the next table and with my purse strap, knocked a big ass iced tea into his lap! Poor guy. I bet that cooled him off, though.
I actually had a really fun time there - the customers were good, especially one guy, who, when I told him it was a rare day for me to be dancing topless, told me I'd better keep practicing for several songs. He was very kind to let me work out the kinks.
I didn't get much of a chance to get a read on the girls there. I didn't see any get ragingly drunk, which is a good sign. I didn't talk to them much - my experience is, once I have told them I've been dancing nude, I have to give them a while to say to each other "Ohmigod, I could never show my pussy!" Girls that dance nude say, "Ohmigod, I could never let them touch me!" I say, "I'm a stripper. I get topless or naked. I'll dance on the stage, at your table, in your lap. Show me the money." Which they did. I am looking forward to spending some more time there.
There is a problem, though - clubs in Austin can get shitty about wanting you to be theirs exclusively, which they can't really do, considering that we are independent contractors, but still....I do love dancing at the SP, but there's no day shift there and I am not going to want to just work weekends. Besides, that's when parties usually are. I hope I can have my cake and show pie too.
Oh, another thing, one of the regulars there had me dance for the manager! I was so embarrassed at first - I have never done that my first day in a club. He said, "You're dancing for a manager, so you can do whatever you want." Like ask about benefits? I was also given a tour of the VIP room by one of the owners - this incredibly gorgeous, midieval-style stone room full of cozy booths and its own bar, that they had built without securing the proper city permits, opened for a few weeks, then were forced to close. They had an architect in that day with the plans for bringing it up to code, so hopefully it will be open soon - it looked so cool. I can just imagine enticing guys in there, sitting around chatting, dancing all night long. It's called "Camelot" and there are suits of armor and coats of arms on the walls. It would be the coolest for parties.

Saturday night
Somewhere outside of Belton
Outfits: cowgirl dress and sequined bikini
Other acessory: Hot, sexy redhead named Heidi

Last night Heidi and I did a bachelor party for some Army officers about an hour outside of town. As I mentioned in my last post, I was thoroughly exhausted. Fortunately, it was so damn cold I was wide awake when I got there.
We had the best man seat the bachelor in a chair in the middle of the living room and blindfold him. Heidi and I walked into the room, tied his hands behind his back, put a collar and leash on him and began to take off his shirt. We whispered into his ears, ran our fingertips all over him, brushed up against him and teased him, then whipped the blindfold off and jumped on him. We did a really slow striptease all over him, finally getting naked a few songs into the show. Heidi and I danced with each other in front of him, playing with each other, and taking turns sitting on his lap while the other climbed on top.
We stuck a banana in his zipper, covered it with whipped cream and cleaned it off and ate it. (Might have sat on it but this seemed to be a fairly tame bunch as far as that sort of thing goes) We didn't do a full-on toy show - that hadn't been requested and it seemed like they wanted more playful girls rather than our potentially truly sleazy selves ;). I did have a wonderful time tying up and blindfolding Heidi on a chair before dripping ice and then hot wax all over her nipples and pussy - the bachelor teased her with a mink cat'o'ninetails whilst I did this. She is so much fun to dance with. When I would lie back on the bachelor's lap and she would slowly drag her hair down my body, it turned me on so much - I was ready for her to just lick me up and down. Mmm. The things I do for a living.
Hopefully I will have some photos of her up soon as I love to perform with her.
The guys were really respectful - almost too well-behaved! I wished they had gotten a little more involved, I like to have a crowd egging me on at parties. I'm going to have to work on some ideas for the smaller parties. Feel free to send me suggestions.

Friday Night
New pink dress, new blue/green dress
Music: same old stuff; I need some new tunes!

Ahhh, I am back from my wonderful vacation, a lovely long week-plus of lounging around, watching bowl games and playoff games and eating; my first visit to a casino in Nevada (Reno, though, so it doesn't count so much); and a marked improvement in my skiing skills. Now it's straight back to work to pay for books.
I was pretty damn tired and not feeling so hot tonight, but on a high from Sudafed convinced myself that I could go ahead and work - I was fairly out of it the whole night and every time I did a dance was convinced I would just collapse - I have never been so tired at work in my life. Lord knows how I made any money, especially considering that it was quiet for a Friday.
It is really tough, physically, to dance, something that I don't think about until I am feeling under the weather or have taken some time off. Considering that I was operating under those dual influences last night, I am really feeling it today. My quads and glutes hurt from not being used in their regular manner over vacation (I should, while on a break, repeatedly drop dollar bills on the ground and squat to pick them up in order to keep my ass in shape). And, good god, I had a bachelor party to do tonight as well. I thought I was going to fall asleep in the car on the way there and had no idea how I would muster up enough personality and stamina to perform.