At the Mary's Christmas party last Sunday one of my coworkers asked if I'd like to head out to Bend for a few days of work at a higher elevation. Here we are in our hotel room, and I think I have found the perfect travel companion as we both sit quietly on our laptops. We went thrift shopping yesterday, and I got some hot stretchy jeans, a jewelry box, and a free copy of Bucky Fuller's
Critical Path from the "Free Book With Purchase" bookshelf.
The club is nice and the staff is insanely sweet to us. I think they rely to a great extent on traveling dancers, since the pool of talent in a town this size isn't enough for much turnover. The other dancers have been nice enough, too, which is surprising. But then I guess constant new girls is a way of life for them. We provide intel on Portland clubs for them, too. There's also a pair of dancers up here from Northern California, so I guess they win for longest drive.
Last night I asked a guy for a dance at the bar:
"How much do you charge for a dance here?"
"They're $20."
"Do you charge for sex here, too?"
"No, that's free."
I have been propositioned pretty much constantly, which is funny, as the staff told us to tell them if guys propositioned us. If I did that, I would be talking to them after every other dance. I wonder what they would do? "Sir, please don't solicit the dancers. I know their whole purpose is to convince you you're incredibly hot and they'd suck your dick right through your pants, and I know they take off their panties and bend over for money, but what about that makes you think they'd have sex for money?"
As I've said before, they wouldn't ask if no one ever said yes, and I'm not really shocked or offended by it, but shit, I'm running out of smartass deflections here. Some of the ones I use are:
"Oh, honey, I wouldn't charge
you for sex! I'd want to do it for fun!"
"If I were going to do that, I'd do that, and not be dancing my ass off in 6" heels all night."
"(Pout, bat eyes) What makes you think I'm that kind of girl?"
"I tried that once, and the guy turned out to be a psycho! It was so scary, I thought I'd die! I stay in the club now."
My favorite is when the Mexican/Salvadoran guys ask, and you tell them no, and they say, "Why?" like you need to give a reason for
not having sex with them for money.
But, you know, as long as they spend some money before they ask, I don't really care. They can keep looking, right?
I'll be back in Portland on Saturday and then heading down to Texas for Christmas break until New Year's. Perhaps I'll be checking out the new club in Austin. I hear it's super classy. Too bad it's in the same shitty neighborhood as XTC.
