I am so excited! I just heard from an old friend, a former Show Palace dancer, who I haven't talked to in over a year. She did a little web sleuthing and tracked me down. Some of you will certainly remember Erin from the SP - a gorgeous, stacked, long-legged brunette with a wicked sense of humor. She's one of my all-time favorite coworkers. We drank, went out downtown after blowing off slow nights at the club, and laughed at everyone else. For a while we had a third cohort, Lindsay, who I've lost track of. I really miss working with her and it was wonderful to hear her voice. I haven't made a lot of great girlfriends in this business, and she was one of the gems. Erin said she and her husband might drop by the club on Friday to visit - that would be so much fun. She'll get hounded to work there, I just know it.

Oh, am I paying for my activity of the past two weeks - I've been so busy with school, the burlesque show and work that I finally broke down and succumbed to allergies today. I'm lounging around and trying to marshal my strength for the rest of the weekend. I feel really bad because I missed a meeting at work tonight, but there was no way I could make it in.
Why would we have a meeting? Well, the manager has decided to put together an "X Team" to do promotions for the club. We're supposed to go downtown and hand out flyers and business cards, go to major events, etc. and represent the club. It's a pretty good gig to have since the perk is free house fees for as long as you're involved. It's also a good deal for the club, as I imagine the cost of comping our house fees is significantly lower than, say, radio ads. Which I think we need. In addition to a website for the club.
The construction's almost finished and looks so much better. It was really distracting trying to dance with the sound of power tools in the background. And there was one day where they were laying down the tile on the new stage, using this really toxic adhesive. The fumes were unbearable. Nothing sexier than industrial-grade adhesive wafting through the room.
This week I worked during the day on Tuesday and Thursday, and did pretty well. Tuesday it was thanks in large part to one customer I had at the end of the day, this very nice man who looked like Dennis Quaid, circa "Everybody's All-American." He asked me to kiss him during the dance, which I refused to do, but still gave me a very generous tip.
I sure have been getting asked to do a lot at work lately - not at the expense of making money, though, which is interesting. A couple of weeks ago, one guy asked to suck my toes. That I refused. I don't really want anyone's mouth on my body parts, especially my feet. That, like masturbating in front of someone (another request), is something I reserve for my own personal enjoyment. There was a customer who twice in the past couple of weeks has taken me back into VIP, bought a bunch of dances, then asked me to "get a little naughty." I've let him know that WYSIWYG with me at work. I wonder if he thinks he's working on me?
I certainly don't claim to be the cleanest dancer in the world, and let's face it, all of us reserve really good dance stuff so we can have something to reward good customers with. All of those guys definitely got better dances from me than the average customer does. I've just noticed an increase in the number of guys wanting - and blatantly requesting - more lately.
Some of those guys are from ASPD, which doesn't surprise me. Those guys are also some of the nicest ones I've met in the club. They just make it clear that they will only spend a certain amount without getting something more than dances. And I can't provide that. I have no desire to. What I like about this job is teasing, not gratifying. And gosh, do I love to tease.

I've had a couple of terrific days, making me really love my job right now. Thursday night I got a last-minute call for a fraternity party down in the West Campus area. Since it was last-minute, I was a little worried and hoped they weren't too drunk, but I took the gig. The party was in one of those large, multi-building complexes, and on my first try, I went up into the wrong one, running into another party. Those guys weren't very helpful in my search for the right apartment, though they did offer me beer and asked me to stay. After I finally found the right one, I gathered all the pledges around and started my act.

This was one of the most fun parties I've ever done, and definitely the nicest bunch of guys I've danced for. They were all so cute, too! I ended up staying for two hours instead of one - they kept tipping and buying dances and it was well worth it. They were really respectful, too - not once did any of them try to grope me or do anything inappropriate in the least. It was just the ideal party.

Fridady morning, after being at that party until 1:30 a.m., I had to get up to do a radio spot for Burlesque for Peace at 7:30 a.m. It's amazing that I didn't just fall into bed afterwards, but I'm trying to be good about sticking to the work schedule I set, so into the club it was. A good decision, that: I had several good customers and only had to work until four in the afternoon to make the money I wanted. It was really pleasant only dealing with nice people over the past couple of days; how lucky is that?

There are some work injuries you are only subject to if you're a stripper. Razor burn and pole bruises are part of the gig. Yesterday, however, my personal list of job hazards was topped by the hand dryer in the ladies' bathroom. Sometimes girls will use the blower to dry out thongs after they've washed them and in doing so, will leave it on so long that the metal nozzle gets very, very hot. I was exiting a stall, with nothing on but my g-string, when I bumped into another girl. My left breast hit the nozzle and I felt a searing pain - I'd just burnt my nipple on the damn thing! I grabbed some ice and held my poor, wounded breast in my hand, but it's still red today. Fortunately, it didn't blister - a development that would make it very difficult for me to wear pasties on Saturday night at the burlesque show.

Other than my terrible injury, work was perfectly pleasant yesterday. I worked during the day, my first time to do so during the week. While the club opens at 11 a.m., there usually aren't any customers until 12 p.m. or so. One guy came in early yesterday, though, and I felt bad that he was sitting all by himself, with no dancers on stage (they won't start the stages without at least two customers in the door), so I went over to say hi, and enjoyed some interesting conversation with him. We did some dances and chatted until he had to leave, and I was happy that the day started off so well. He also asked me if I did private dances, so I gave him a card and I really hope he calls - he's one of those guys that are fun to dance for.

The day was pretty slow - I thought it'd be busier because of the shitty weather. It wasn't bad, though. Becky was there during the day, too. We're going to try to take some pictures together soon, an endeavor I'm looking forward to. I think we should get matching lingerie sets to shoot in - we both look terrific in stockings.

I'm sad that no one's taken me up on my offer to exchange my old g-strings for new ones - you're going to drive me to naughtybids.com, people!

Well, it's Super Bowl Sunday and I'm not in Houston. I've got way too much schoolwork to take care of to be able to leave town for four days. At least I've heard the money isn't that great out there, not significantly more than I make here at least.

Friday started off really slowly, but wound up being a pretty good day. I always do well on Fridays; they're like the gravy day for me. It's just nice to be on the day shift and relax with guys, and I always find at least one good customer to spend time with. Divyne is usually in on Fridays, too, and I like working with her, as you've noted before. It's not entirely due to her great dances that I get. Usually if guys get a dance from one of us, they'll buy one from the other - we're both pretty voluptuous.

Oh, I started the South Beach Diet this week. After I quit drinking last year, I lost some weight, and I bought all of these skinny jeans to wear. Over the summer and fall, with all of my traveling and eating out, I put it back on. The thing is, it wasn't work that made me want to lose some weight, since it wasn't as if my money suffered any. I just wanted to get back in to my skinny jeans. It's going pretty well so far, though I am really looking forward to being able to have a piece of toast next week. Mmmm, toast. Here's one thing that amazes me - my bra size stays the same no matter what I weigh. That makes me happy. I don't want to loose too much weight up there!

Burlesque for Peace is humming right along. I would encourage anyone who wants to come to buy their tickets from the website, since they will cost half as much and you'll be assured of getting to see the show.

Saturday wasn't nearly as fun as Friday. It was pretty slow in there all day. It started off well with a couple of good customers, but the day just never took off and the guys weren't spending.

Steve, the lighting guy, brought me a belt sander, another result of his tool-buying spree. I'm not sure exactly what I'll do with it, but it pleases me to own a belt sander. He has been in the club working on the new stage and the expansion room, and told me, "I was watching you dance for a handsy customer the other day and I was impressed with how you were firm but not unpleasant with him." I told him that I figure guys are going to try to touch me - after all, I am naked right in front of them. Knowing this, I give them three strikes. The first time, I hold their hands and gently put them down on the sides of the chair. The second time, I do this more firmly. The third time, I just back up so they can't do anything. Of course, if they come right out and try to touch my breasts or my crotch, I back up after the first attempt.

I was really not pleased when I got my ass slapped during Showtime (when all the dancers circulate doing dollar dances). It kind of put me out of it for the rest of the shift. I swear, the cheap guys are the worst. Always.

I'm going to work the day today, maybe up through halftime. I think I might tape the game to watch the commercials at home later. Hopefully it'll be a good shift. I'm also thinking of trying out a Monday tomorrow to see if the $5 dance special is lucrative. I've had the Burlesque for Peace meetings up until now, but I think I can skip out on one. It's going to be a long day; when I get off I have a ton of homework to do.

Oh, I really need a new supply of breakaway thongs if anyone wants to buy me some. Here's where I buy them. I need black, white, red, and baby pink, and if you buy them for me, I'll send you my old ones (and a photo of me in them) as a keepsake. Contact me for shipping info.