Moralizing is for idiots, usually jealous ones. I mean jesus hell, no college education and I could effortlessly make more than them just for being vaguely hot. Most of my coworkers are in their twenties or thirties and could feasibly go into retirement. A lot of them have several properties, several cars and live like rockstars. Yeah, you have to tolerate more bullshit than the average person, but it's usually hilarious drama and the positives far outweigh the negatives. Sex industries of any kind usually bolster people through life, taking advantage of the obvious male weakness. This is why women are considered manipulative or even smarter, they've been having to use innuendo, cocktease and sometimes outright fucking since the beginning of time. You think the typical American dream housewife isn't a prostitute? Come now.
I dont know how you can do it. I couldnt stomach the customers just being a cocktail waitress at the Satin Doll. I lasted like 2 months. Now every time some guy throws money on the front counter to pay for thier purchases where I work, I cant help but give them a dirty look. Like 'you pig'.
I read this article about an ex-stripper in Allure. And you remind me of her kind of. Being mean to the customers. She said every time a guy told her to 'take it off slut' she'd clock them with her heels. I thought the funniest one was where this guy used to come into her work all the time and throw dollars at the girls because he liked to see them crawl on thier hands and knees and collect it all, that she just danced and kept dancing and ignoring him as he kept throwing more and more. And at the end of her dance she grabbed a garbage bag and broom and swept all the money into the garbage bag and just walked away.
There was this one guy (who looked eerily similiar to DJ Qualls) wearing a beaten up leather jacket and addressed me as "Hey, Red" (undoubtedly the type of guy who calls girls "broads" to impress his cigar smoking imbecilic comrades) who bragged about how was a touring rockstar. In fact, he had a mansion in California, and I should come. I've never heard of his band and can't even remember it, but he puts 50 cents down on the stage, just to be a condescending asshole. I threw it back to him and told him to hold on to it, that he obviously needed it more than I did. So now between me and one of my regulars, it's an inside joke. "Wanna sip poolside cocktails at my mansion in California?" and he always gives me chocolate money or Canadian dollars. He says the expression on my face is worth it every time
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Like almost everything, with the lights down it looked okay. But lights on it was disgusting. It's tiny also. Not much seating. Bathrooms are disgusting. Used condoms in random places. Bad dressing rooms. Disgusting imigrant janitor who sleeps at the club at night and jacks off to porn. He has his own cubby hole. IT's just like every other corner stripclub downtown. The girls are probably what makes it a dump. None of them are pretty, they dont have nice boobs; of any size, and most of them are fat.
The only thing fun about it was the fact that my boss served me drinks, free redbull to take home, and I got to do whatever I wanted. Those three things kind of make me want to go back, considering the rules of other jobs.
She seemed pretty disinterested too, like yawn, I'm just waiting for the night to pass, I think I'll just roughly massage this girl's tits while I stare distractedly into space. Funny in retrospect.
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Yeah, a platonic regular I've been seeing for about six months always brings in computer parts for me. He's an engineer and really not into the sexual aspect of the job at all, it's weird. If I even say "so the other night when I was having sex" he'll cut me off with "TMI". A few weeks ago I spilled alcohol on my laptop keyboard and fried it so he gave me his "extra". He said it was a piece of shit but it's a lot better than my old one, minus a lack of DVD drive. Spoiled bitch. He also gave me an external hard drive before.
I saw a beautiful Korean woman dance to "Under Pressure", in a pinstripe suit and stilettos. I gave her ten bucks, and when she tried to slide her tank-top strappy bra thing off, I shook my head and told her it was for the welcome relief of not hearing any more god awful radio-remixes of bad rap songs to horrid house beats. All of the other girls then tried to jump in my lap, which was unsettling.
The dj then played a really awful techno version of Boys of Summer, and she shrugged and laughed and went with it. Some guy tried to put a dollar in her crotch, and he got a high-heel in the face. They fired her that night, even though there's a no-touching policy. Bullshit if you ask me.
But before they fired her, she definitly got on stage and took her clothes off to Dance, Magic, Dance.
That woman is my hero, and asshole frat-boys can fucking blow me.
And secondly, why in the hell do male co-workers insist on taking their female coworkers to strip-clubs, only to get angry when the girls at the club would rather hang out with them than the asshole dudes? What do they expect? I tip well for a job well done -- more money for less hassle, why in the hell would the girls go try to earn money from a douchebag who's gonna wave a dollar in your face, when a perfectly nice girl will give you ten just for playing a song she likes?
In my club you can't really pick your own music, you go on sets with a minimum of three other girls every hour (you're either on the hour, the twenty, or the forty.. which is every hour, every twenty past, every forty past, if that makes the remotest of sense). Sometimes they try to merge musical tastes, but typically it goes by "type". They'll usually throw me on the rock set, but since I'm one of the more "attractive" thinner girls, they'll use people like me to "pretty up" the sets florid with fatter, uglier chicks. I'm using way too many quotation marks in this paragraph. Sometimes the DJ impresses me with his musical tastes, other time they'll just chuck whiny alternative music on my set and ignorantly dub it rock (which I don't even like to begin with
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I've even heard management trashing one of the shot girls for having the AUDACITY to reprimand a customer when he smacked her ass. Sometimes the misogyny just baffles me.
... Wow. Management's gotten fiesty with a few friend's of mine who are dancers around here for reprimanding customers, but never the waitresses.
You ever kicked someone in the face before? THAT's a grafic story I'd like to hear. I'm a sucker for skeeze-ball abuse stories.
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I read this article about an ex-stripper in Allure. And you remind me of her kind of. Being mean to the customers. She said every time a guy told her to 'take it off slut' she'd clock them with her heels.
I thought the funniest one was where this guy used to come into her work all the time and throw dollars at the girls because he liked to see them crawl on thier hands and knees and collect it all, that she just danced and kept dancing and ignoring him as he kept throwing more and more. And at the end of her dance she grabbed a garbage bag and broom and swept all the money into the garbage bag and just walked away.
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Like almost everything, with the lights down it looked okay. But lights on it was disgusting. It's tiny also. Not much seating. Bathrooms are disgusting. Used condoms in random places. Bad dressing rooms. Disgusting imigrant janitor who sleeps at the club at night and jacks off to porn. He has his own cubby hole. IT's just like every other corner stripclub downtown. The girls are probably what makes it a dump. None of them are pretty, they dont have nice boobs; of any size, and most of them are fat.
The only thing fun about it was the fact that my boss served me drinks, free redbull to take home, and I got to do whatever I wanted. Those three things kind of make me want to go back, considering the rules of other jobs.
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this whole post made me a hard on and then made me cry.
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The dj then played a really awful techno version of Boys of Summer, and she shrugged and laughed and went with it. Some guy tried to put a dollar in her crotch, and he got a high-heel in the face. They fired her that night, even though there's a no-touching policy. Bullshit if you ask me.
But before they fired her, she definitly got on stage and took her clothes off to Dance, Magic, Dance.
That woman is my hero, and asshole frat-boys can fucking blow me.
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Pfft.
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... Wow. Management's gotten fiesty with a few friend's of mine who are dancers around here for reprimanding customers, but never the waitresses.
You ever kicked someone in the face before? THAT's a grafic story I'd like to hear. I'm a sucker for skeeze-ball abuse stories.
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