If money is your motivation, your buddah and your lube, then in this business, there is almost NOTHING better than a bachelor party accompanied by the organizer, and his fist-full of bills. That's what I walked into last Saturday night at 6 p.m., when all the other girls were still at home making dinner, and putting on their faces. Turns out, early pole practices really do pay off!
Courtney (Young Hopeless) proceeded to get herself "removed" from the bachelor party within the first hour. She really is hopeless. If I see her working another weekend anywhere I will be very surprised. In comparison, I was having a great time!! The men were relaxed and flirtatious, but even better, they were young, and smart! No one was drunk or lecherous, (although every group will have its "dirty boys") and they were in the palm of my hand before you could say "putty". Its hard work though, rotating between conversations, between the bachelor himself, a shy, quiet guy with a long narrow face, and his best man, the bankroll and organiser for the weekend who was a massive dickhead personality squished into a 5'8" package. Plus there's the cuter ones, (WHY are they never the bachelor???) and the ones I'd rather be talking to if given the choice because everything they say is so interesting. Its a busy start, and before I know it, 2 hours have flown by, I've made no money, but I've had a lot of fun. I pull Imagine (what a cool name, eh?) from the V.I.P. area and bring her into the party. There's no way I can handle a fantasy room with this many guys on my own, and I admire the way that girl can just keep on smiling.
Fantasy rooms rent in half hour $450 blocks, of which I see $150. Its easy money when you compare it to the amount of hours serving in a student bar you would need to put in before $150 was tipped out to you. BUT that doesn't mean its an easy half hour. It's WORK! It's physically demanding to squat, crawl, dance sexy, move sexy, be sexy and smile smile smile in a room full of seated jeans. Its mentally challenging to work over that first snag of fear and uncertainty when those panties of yours fall down past your knees. For me, its all a blur, and only a few details stand out. The bachelor seemed uncomfortable the entire time, while his best man shouted directions to his friends, and sent Imagine and I around the room with pointing sweeps of his arms, trying to orchestrate us so that each guy got equal attention. I kept track of my PC Bowler hat as it moved around the room from head to head. Allan, a married man who I bonded with over comparing wedding rings, and swapping honeymoon tales, wore joop, which hubby used to wear all the time, and triggered a heap of scent-based emotions. With twenty bodies in a room designed for about half that many, it quickly warmed up. I realized with a jolt at one point that I was really enjoying myself. And then, just like that, the controller was calling time, and the room emptied. I gathered my clothes, my props and my money, and exited stage left. $150 up, and it wasn't even 7:30.
I was buh-buh-busy after that! I had my first stage of the night, a requested duo with Courtney, and then as soon as I left that 8-song set, the owner informed me that I was booked for another bachelor party fantasy. Right away. In the bondage room.
So ummm.... this should be fairly obvious, but I'm going to say it anyway. Not all bachelor parties are filled with young hot classy male specimens. Some are quite the opposite. This was one of those ones. Luckily for me, they were also quite juvenile, and spent half the time tying each other up in the bondage gear, and taking turns spanking each other while Lacy and I watched on and pretended to be amused and thrilled. The groom to be went first, then his best man, and then we just sort of encouraged all the others to get up too... it killed the first 20 minutes. Then we tied the bachelor up and danced for him. It was easier than the first fantasy booking of the night, but so boring, and so.....unpleasant that I couldn't wait for it to be over. The owner acted as controller, and I know I shouldn't be bothered by the fact that he's male given how many dudes see me naked anyway, but I like it when the one upholding the rules of the club also has the parts you aren't supposed to touch.
What else stood out about Saturday night? Three stage performances. Some nice tippers, two proffered hotel keys, the difficulty of giving a fat man a lap dance discovered. Wraps served in the change room instead of sandwiches. My first 5 a.m. finish. Dancing the Macarena as a group onstage to end the night. Counting a WAD of 50s and 20s on my bed back home and falling asleep with it under my pillow.
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