At work, doing a table dance for a really, really drunk guy:

DG: If you ever have a little boy, and you catch him goin' ta one of these places, whaddyou gonna tell him?

Me: You'd better be tipping well.

booo!

My first night in Vegas gets an F for fuckin' sucked! Not the worst first night I've had at a new club, but down there. It was easy enough selling dances on the main floor but hard to sell more than one or two, and I had little luck selling VIP; when I finally snagged one, and had him ready to go for the nicest (read $500/hr with a $250/hr bar tab) room in the house, his CC was declined. Actually, they wanted him to call, I'm assuming because of out of town charges, but it wasn't happening. So my night went rapidly from sucky to all right to sucky in the space of half an hour, time for which I was paid exactly nothing. There's really nothing I could have done about that (believe me, I tried to help the guy find alternate CCs or ATM cards), so I just bid him goodnight and then was ready to go.

My traveling partner fared better, though not spectacularly well, and reports from the others at our after-hours breakfast weren't great either, with the exception of one lovely who'd spent four hours in a skybox at Sapphire. We're weighing our options for tonight -- return to the same club, which we are somewhat familiar with at least, or try another? There are so many options here. With clubs that are open 24 hours, you could at any moment be working somewhere.

Oh, also, it's really sunny and warm, and I forgot to pack a swimsuit, so I hung out by the pool in one of my work bikini tops and hot pants (I didn't want to rock a stripper thong poolside).

Anyhow, onward to recoup my remaining travel expenses and start turning a profit -- initial Vegas expenses include not only hotel, airfare, and car, but also a $45 sheriff's card and a $100 business license. You can see a very funny example of the license paperwork on Avalon's site.

in Vegas

I'm out here in the desert with a friend from Portland. Our plane landed at 9:45. By noon we had checked into the hotel and headed out to our first club stop, to pick up the hiring referral that would allow us to get our work cards and business licenses. All this took until 5 p.m. By the way, I woke up at 5 a.m. and went to bed at 2 a.m. last night. The shift we're going to work -- it's our second choice shift at our first choice club -- starts at 1 a.m. We didn't feel like trying to pull that off tonight, so are going to try to stay awake a little longer and somehow reverse our schedules so we can stay up until 6 a.m. tomorrow.

It's my first time working here, by the way. I'm a little intimidated, and frankly not in the mood for four nights of noisy crowded club, so I'm going to try to calm myself intensely and focus on creating the kind of experience I want to have here.

And also I finally met Avalon in the flesh! I look forward to having a chance to hang out with her this week and absorb that SuperStrippery goodness.