My return to the strip club industry has been an interesting adventure. My life feels like it has been turned upside down, but not in all the wrong ways.
I am forced to focus on my physicality more. This means grocery shopping and eating out with friends only once a week. As well as primping more and perhaps over analysing my appearance.
When I stopped dancing I stopped going out everyday. Now there is something to be done everyday. My writing has been almost nonexistent the past week because I have been physically, mentally, and emotionally drained. Dumbing it down to talk to the average strip club customer is more difficult than ever before!
However overall, it has been a process of personal evolution that is priceless.
The strip club is the perfect place to find a SD. It is a place where working is like interviewing POTs in person all night. The Sugar Bowl is a numbers game. Therefore, increased screening potential means increased success. A strip club is like speed dating for SBs. Over the years my wealthiest SDs have not come from the strip club, but the most giving ones have.
When a man is missing a basic human need and he acts on this need by searching for a solution at the strip club, he is searching for emotional fast food. Emotional fast food is merely temporary relief. Many of these men do not know that a SB is what they really seek.
Yesterday, an Ex-boyfriend from out-of-state called me to go to dinner. I could not logically find a reason to actually go. Most of my girlfriends told me to merely just go. Their logic being it is free food at the worst. Food is not a real motivator for me to go out with someone. I am vegetarian and there are not many expensive vegetarian restaurants in town. Therefore, I am not going to get a meal I could not afford on my own. Playing nice over a meal often ruins the experience anyway and makes it feel like work.
At the strip club, just last night, I had a man tell me I would be more fun out of the club, whatever that is supposed to mean. This customer had longer dark hair in a messy ponytail and kept spitting in my face as we talked with his beer breath. He told me a list of why he did not want a private dance, but then proceeded to tell me that I would be more fun to hang out with outside the club. Well, sir there is no way in hell that I would ever be seen with you in public in my real life. Some men just need to realize that the strip club is the only place they have the opportunity to get to know me even a little.
This is a job not my vacation and/or free time planning.
It is extremely ironic that I have been away from the strip clubs in town for so long and I even took five months off dancing completely, but now is when people want me to go to dinner and on trips with them. Who do these men think they are? What have the strippers in town been doing with these old men to give them these cheap ideas?
I do have vacation plans, but stripping is merely a JOB to fund my vacations and dreams!
Most strippers do not have a personal bubble, it is kind of job requirement. Well, I do have a bubble, especially when it comes to the other girls who I do not know.
Little did I know what was about to happen at the beginning of my night, when I was paired up with a minor from Pdx. We went on the main stage together. I just assumed it was going to be dancing as usual. When she got on top of me and told me to relax all I could do was mutter, “But you’re just a baby.” I tried to play along but my eyes and stiffness gave me away. I just hope to know someone a little better before I roll on a stage naked in front of an audience with them. An introduction and how is the weather conversation would have been sufficient. She got further with me then a man has in a long time. It was a very interesting way to start my night and test my limits/boundaries.
I am happy to be a conservative dancer, but being a team player means compromising these boundaries at times. It happens in every industry just in different ways!