Halloween in Memphis - I can't wait to hit the road tomorrow. My friend Jennifer and I are going to be the Plaster Casters. We're going to rock out at the Oblivians reunion show. Then I'll also be shooting a segment fo Broad Daylight, an upcoming film from director JM McCarthy, whose work I've appeared in previously. If you want to see me on film, get yourself a copy of The Sore Losers or Shine On Sweet Starlet.

I had the most fun on Tuesday talking about books with a guy I met. That's my favorite thing to talk about at work and I don't get to do it often enough. We chatted about sci-fi and detective novels and had a great time.

A group of sorority sisters came in to celebrate a 21st birthday and ended up buying a chair of pain for the birthday girl, getting her up on stage with several of the dancers. After the birthday spanking, the victim usually has to dance for the strippers, but they'd called up all of her friends to administer the birthday spankings and the DJ got all of them to dance. There was one that just pulled her top straight up - she had a beautiful pair, I'd show them off too - and one or two of the others followed suit. It was the best chair of pain ever. Nothing quite like six sorority girls cutting loose on stage at a strip club. I'm pretty sure that Wayne offered the uninhibited one a job on the spot.

There's this girl who dances by Deja, I think, that I remember from the Show Palace a long time ago. She's shown up at XTC lately, and is quite a trip. I am not sure what she's on or what she's up to, but she is really strange. A couple of weeks ago she came in to work and didn't get dressed but went out on the floor in her street clothes and started talking to customers on the floor. At first I thought maybe she was trying to get a beer from someone, but I was talking to one of the waitresses and we couldn't figure out what she was doing. Trying to set up a date for later? Who knows. She showed up last night around 11:30 pm and it looked like she was getting ready to work. Mama-san (she's a Thai woman who fixes costumes and gives massages in the dressing room, sort of a demi housemom) asked her what was going on, why she was there so late. She said, "Oh, I came in early, at like 3:00, and I hustled my ass off. I made $300 in 45 minutes. Then I broke the heel on my boot and I had to leave." Mama-san and I gave each other a look, like, "Sure you made $300 in 45 minutes." She fucked around in the dressing room for a really long time, and when I was getting ready to go home at 1:30 am she was making like she was going out on the floor finally. One of the managers came back, saw her, and said, "What are you doing?" My question exactly, she came back to work, spent two hours in the dressing room and was going to try to work for the 30 minutes before the club closed? Oh well, apparently she could have made $200 in that 30 minutes. Weird girl. I think they need to fire her, she is definitely on something and behaves really strangely.

Hey, I just realized that yesterday was my blog's (and also my website's) first birthday! Happy Birthday, rivercitykitty.com! *spank*

This post's for the ladies. Gents, you are hereby warned.

There is this very funny thing that I've noticed some guys do while I'm dancing. When I'm in front of them and spread my legs, they'll look and nod. Like, "Mm-hm." It looks like a little nod of approval, or like, "Yup, I see it."

I went in tonight and was hit with a bladder infection, thanks to my activites of Friday night (vigorous sex after no sex for a while means a girl needs to take her cranberry pills). There is absolutely no way to dance while feeling the constant need to pee, so I had to split after a whole entire hour at work. This sucks as I'm leaving town next weekend and really needed the Saturday night cash - I'm going to have to work late on Sunday instead which I was hoping to forego to be able to study.

Friday day was pretty fun - I met a guy from San Antonio who knew a lot of the rock'n'roll types I knew back in my younger days. He was a cool guy and I had fun talking about the good old days of the mid-90's with him. I also saw a first - a girl dancing with her arm in a sling. I swear, there have got to be some liability issues with that. Otherwise, I really enjoy my Friday days. The staff are a hoot - the DJ is incessantly insulting the girls (not over the mike, mind you), which while I think it's mean, still makes me laugh. He uses a line to introduce me on stage that I swear I have not heard in years - "This next little lady's got more curves than 1431!" Though when I first started dancing, the DJ that used that line used 2222 (for you out-of-towners, these are very windy roads in the Hill Country).

This one guy that had been in last Friday came in to talk to me about wanting to take pictures for the website - he's one of those guys that drops names and wants to constantly make connections and make you a star. He sent me this email that basically read "Hi, I would like to help you with your website. Your idea is good but your pictures are crap." I never respond to those emails, especially when they come without examples of any type of content. I guess he was serious since he came back to the club to talk to me, and maybe I should give him the benefit of the doubt, but I like my little website and doing everything myself.

Here are some other interesting emails I have received:

I am an independent, internet content provider based out of Houston, TX. I have experience shooting anything from your basic b/g, g/g, to dp anal gangbang, and bukakke fetish scenes. My partner and I shoot on a XL1S, a plethora of SE lenses ranging from 4x, 8x, and 15x. We light with two 5ft. soft boxes, a couple umbrellas, bounces, and what have-you and shoot still photos with a Canon D100.

Because, of course, any gal interested in shooting some bukakke scenes would want the specs on the equipment beforehand.

I am an internet content provider, and only shoot for choice webmasters. I've provided for 8teen.com, amateurfacials.com, marks-bookmarks.net, etc . . .

Way better than those pikers at playboy.com or danni.com are the "choice webmasters" of amateurfacials.com, no doubt.

Maybe next week I'll post some of the entertaining date offers I have received.

A fantastic bachelor party came in on Saturday. I had a terrific time with them - they were all really cool guys, mostly lawyers with a couple of filmmakers thrown in, and they bought quite a few dances from me. I really had a blast getting to hang out and chat with them, though my throat hurt from shouting over the incredibly high decibel level in the expansion room. God, how I with they would turn it down. The DJ was on a tear Saturday, though, and had it cranked in addition to letting the songs run really, really long - girls were breaking a sweat after doing just one dance.
The funniest thing about this party was that towards the end of their stay, one of them asked me, "Is Susan your real name?" Turns out we both went to the same church camp years ago. That is hands down the most unusual place that someone I've met at work has known me from.

I saw the tackiest thing I have ever seen in a strip club last Friday. I am not sure what the daytime manager was thinking but he hired these two girls that walked in, one of whom, in her dance clothes, was quite obviously pregnant! She wasn't huge, but clearly knocked up to my eye. That's not the worst part - I saw her walking up to a table with a beer and a lit cigarette in her hand! I mean, could you come up with a better white trash illustration than a drinking, smoking, pregnant stripper? When the night shift management came in, I was at the counter paying my house fee and one of the managers was telling the day guy, "We already told this girl she can't work; you need to get rid of her." I would have felt a little sympathy for her if it weren't for the drinking and smoking. Holy crap!
Friday was completely dead between about 3 and 5 - fortunately my customer came in to keep me company. He also bought me a dance from Divine which was fantastic. She is a tall, tan, built woman with hair down to her ass. Her boobs are really nice, natural C-cups, and she has a really pretty face - she's just wonderful to look at. I was intimidated by her when I first started working at XTC since she's pretty outspoken, but it turns out she's a cool woman and has been very nice to me. After she danced for me I got to dance for her; not a bad way to make your money if you can get it. It completely made up for my otherwise shitty week.
For a while Divine and I were talking at the bar and noticing that all of the girls were hanging out with the customers for what seemed like ages - we're talking like a half an hour at the guy's table without doing a dance. They clearly didn't get the concept of making money; hanging out for a couple of songs, and moving on if he's not interested. This frees up both of you.
I was called over by an Asian guy in VIP on my way to the dressing room and did about six dances in a row for him, which was another contributing factor in my having a good day even though it was quite slow in there.
Friday was a long day for me since after work I had a bachelor party booked in North Austin. As we were arriving, a woman walked past us and said, "Next act, huh?" Turns out they'd had a bellydancer perform first! I hoped that I'd live up to that. I've never followed a bellydancer before. Had I known, I would have shown up earlier to catch the show. I 'm pretty sure they were happy with me, though.
Sunday night I was approached by a guy who'd previously emailed me about taking some photos. I went to sit down with him and he proceeded to tell me that I was really "out there," to which I said, "I don't really know what to say to that." He would look at me, then look away and start giggling uncontrollably, saying, "You've got this piercing stare you're looking at me with!" It was very odd, him sitting there telling me I was weird, and me not really knowing what to say. I danced for him and got out of there. If he thought I was that odd, I wonder how he would have been able to photograph me without stopping to giggle every few minutes?

I am just not working on Wednesdays anymore - they suck! And I got roped into wrestling again last night, and only got a $60 bid. So forget Wednesdays. The guys that bid were really nice, though, which was a plus, and I did enjoy hanging with them.
I did have some fun, there was a table with two couples, and one of the guys had me dance for him and the two women. His wife was really sweet and pretty and a pleasure to dance for, and the other woman was fun as well, though a bit handsy - it's hard for me to tell a woman to keep her hands to herself; maybe I'll just start handcuffing them or something.
I sat with this guy for a few minutes who just talked voluminous amounts of BS; first he talked about pussy, then he said, "I haven't seen women this young naked since my teenage daughter moved out; she used to let me watch her shower," which he was patently saying in an attempt to shock; it was as if he was trying to inhabit a dirty old man persona that he thought was appropriate.
Monday night was funny; it's Monday Night Football, of course, and the club is running this $5 dance special whenever a touchdown is scored, so if you saw this last game you know there were a lot of $5 dances going on. This makes it really difficult to sell a $20 dance during the interim, so I think they should just run $10 dances during the game or something.
I ran into a friend of a friend on Monday; Jack, a friend of my former stripper buddy Shea (she's a former stripper, still my buddy). He was out having beers with a friend trying to blow off some steam and kept me entertained for a good portion of the night. He was talking about his latest girlfriend and he said, "You know, I want to be with somebody, who if I was gonna be paralyzed tomorrow, they'd wipe my ass for me. Cause you know, that's love."
Thanks to Popbitch, here's some interesting reading.

I left work really aggravated last night - I'd spent the last hour of the day dancing for these two guys who were nice enough when I was talking to them and incredibly handsy when I danced for them - I swear, what in the hell are they thinking, they're complienting me constantly and being as nice as can be when we're talking, but once I'm dancing, they have absolutely no respect when I tell them to keep their hands to themselves. Repeatedly. I finally told one that he was a pest.
When I first sat down with them, they bought me a Coke. The day waitress has started doing that "Would you like to buy the lady a drink" thing, which always makes me feel uncomfortable; it makes the customer feel hustled. One of them gave her his credit card and told her to start a tab. She goes to the bar and just when I'm standing up to dance for him, she returns and embarks on a five-minute spiel about the credit card service charges and why he should just go to the ATM and avoid them. WTF? Every strip club I've ever worked in has these charges; whether it be a higher price per dance or a flat percentage service charge for cash advances on a credit card. The waitress's place is to simply politely inform the customer of the fees that exist and go about being a great server, since credit card tips are usually the best ones they get. I understand what she was trying to do, save the guy some fees, but she gave such a long and convoluted speech about it it left our heads spinning, and I felt incredibly awkward.
He ends up going to the ATM and guess what? It's not working. So finally, after 20 minutes of hassle, he sticks with his original plan and goes with the tab. They put my dances on the tab, and when I go to collect them at the end of the shift, it turns out that they were so drunk when they left that he'd forgotten to close out the tab, sign off on it, and pick up his credit card from the bar. This means that I can't collect my money until he comes back for the card and signs off on the tab. What a hassle.
This was totally the opposite of last Friday (I have worked day shifts the past two Fridays to be able to have the nights free, something I can do since I don't have classes on Fridays) when I spent the last hour of the day with a really nice, sweet guy who tipped well and was really fun to talk to. Hopefully I'll run into more of those next week.
Sorry I left you all hanging about oil wrestling; I lost to Becky, 2-1. She just overpowered me in the ring. It was pretty fun, though. One of my friends came in to watch and helped drive up the bidding substantially (my customer wound up winning), so I got $150, which I suppose is pretty good as far as that goes. I was happy. And messy, no doubt! It always takes a couple of showers and about eight shampoos to get rid of all of the baby oil.