Turns out, every taxi driver in the city knows which address is the stripper house. I wouldn't even have to give it, if I didn't want to. I could just flop in the back and say "off to the stripper house please" and we'd make it there just fine. The first night on our ride into work, as the last of 8 girls climbed into the maxi van, the Driver asked "going to the Showgirls?" One of us said "yes", and then after a beat, someone else said "obviously" and we all laughed. Roxy, sitting across from me piped up "Actually, no. Take us far, far away" "To the airport Sir!" a girl yelled from the back.
The conversations I overheard and was a part of the last three days makes me want to carry around a sneaky recorder so that I can repeat them word for word here. I can't do it justice from memory. Especially the rides home when both my brain and body are completely drained, and all I can do is lean back against the seat and smile as the conversation flows around me. Maybe next time.
I thought I'd be the only mother working in the club. Turns out, I was one of 6!! Three of the other mums travel together, and around 5:30 p.m. is call-home time, and you can overhear different conversations throughout the house. "How was school?" "Are you being good for Grandma?" "Mommy misses you very very much! Do you miss me? I will be home soon with lots of money for our holiday." One woman skyped with her son as she put on her makeup and did her hair. I called hubby and he held the phone to Presley's ear so I could tell him how much I missed them both. I wonder what I will tell him if I am still doing this when he is old enough to notice I'm gone and ask why? Just thinking about that idea makes me feel kind of weird in the tummy.
I made great money, despite it being quite slow Thursday, and absolutely DEAD Friday and Saturday. We closed an hour early each night, because there were just no customers. I was lucky enough to find a couple deep pockets attached to lonely hearts. If I had a type, I would have to say I seem to attract the nice/awkwardly sweet fellows, and that's the way I like it. Forget egos and confident swagger, it just pisses me off, and seems to encourage them to think they have special bargaining rights. Two for the price of one? Just because you are young and hot? Um. No. I don't get special deals at the grocery store or hair salon because I have a pretty face.
There were more mining based employees, more drugs, although less obvious steroid users. It sounds like there are quite a few high rolling regulars that drop major cash, but I didn't meet any of them. I expect you have to be any place for a few weeks to build up regulars and get to know faces. That being said, quite a few guys came in multiple times over the weekend:
1. Mr. Cart, a short dark man with a goatee that made him a spitting image for a mischievous dwarf or garden gnome. I learned some basic math from that nice man. Main lesson was that if you have a known extender, some one who usually buys more dances immediatly once his time runs out in the lap room, its more money in my pocket, and less in the club's if I don't push him to spend more initially.
It goes like this:
$100 gets you 10 minutes.
$130 gets you 20 minutes.
You'd think most guys would see the obvious bargain and spend $130 off the bat, but surprisingly, there's a LOT of extenders. 20 minutes ends up costing you $200 instead, which I get $120 out of, instead of the $85 I'd receive if you spend $130 up front. Thanks Mister Cart!
My goal this weekend is to turn every Butt-and-Booby-Blind customer into an Extender. A bird in the hand, right?
2. Birthday Bob If you come to a strip club alone on your birthday, I'm probably going to ask why. I'm that kinda girl. But Bob's answer (or rather, what he didn't say) was that he would rather spend his time here, with all the nice girls, spoiling us like the princesses we are. No friends or family came in with Bob, and no one made him a birthday cake, or came to see him (I asked). When Bob walked in the room, as I approached him to say Happy Birthday, he handed me a white and silver bead bracelet. Bob's birthday, and he is the one giving out gifts. All night around the club girls sparkled in cubic zirconium and wafted clouds of perfume courtesy of Bob, and a couple of us thought that next birthday, someone should bring in a card. It gave me pause, as I wondered how many of us might still be around, this time next year. Stripping is a flash in the pan occupation, and time goes by quicker if you smoke and drink, as so many of them do.
There were others, but by far the freakiest freakazoids were the husband/wife-uncle/niece-old/young ....uh...twosome. Seriously. In the space of about 10 minutes, they told me they were married and looking for a threesome, then uncle and niece trying to find a girl to sleep with the guy while the niece watches (I mean, I'm into quite a bit of kinky shit, but....just the psychological fuckery of that....ew.), then complete strangers who just met. It was puzzling to begin with, and then just annoying. I left, realizing a conversation with those two would get me nothing except freaked out. Just for all you potential customers out there, ummm..... joking about obvious incestuous intentions is NOT FUNNY. In fact, I would call it a Hard No-No. Just because we are dressed all sexy like doesn't mean we naturally want to hear your filth.
I made a few new work friends, including a Canadian, a girl who strips using my real name, and someone named after an unlikely Disney cartoon character. There was a girl dancing for her very first time, looking like she was about to vomit the entire night. I think it was nerves. The self-proclaimed "Token Black Girl" was lovely and quite a few of the ladies could dance their asses off. There's hard hustlers, the really drunk chicks, and the lazy loungers slumped in pairs in the darkest corners. Its been the same in both clubs so far.
Oh, during my last stage performance on Saturday night/Sunday morning, a chick flashed me her pierced nipples and asked me to come home with her and her boyfriend. Just another working moment, 3:45 a.m.
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