It's sunday.
I'm typing this on the iPad so bear with me, it. Ight get a little rough. Nothing really crazy happened tonight except for a super hot dude wanting to be choked
Coach came in, made my night, but he always does. One of my actual favorites that comes in.
It was a totally mellow night, no real drama, the super nice girls were in, which is why I love Sundays,way less pressure to compete. Although lately it hasn't felt like a competition, it's just felt good, like we are all working together.
On a side note, my ex text me today all pissed off that I we t to pdx to dance. Saying I'm making mistakes and hoping my ego doesn't run me into the ground. I was so upset, I don't have an ego, just a sense of entitlement. I hate that guy, he's such a bitch. Gggaaaaaahhhhhh. He al sot ruined my night. I have the worst time doing my job when I've had a bad day, which happens to be why I avoid most people before hand.
Blah blah blah, the sleep aid just landed.
Red out.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Porn Stars
Charmane Star is the porn star of the weekend. She was nominated for giving the best brain in 2009 I would post links to photos but I'm not sure if that's legal. Anyway, she is a super sweet girl, I said hi to her and welcomed her into our house tonight.
Although I'm not going to lie at one point I did feel bad for the girl, she was on her last stage of the night, and she was getting totally ignored by dudes in the front row, it was just silly, porn stars are silly, I would have felt terrible if I were her, like "Why the fuck am I at this club, I'm not making any money, all these girls suck!"
There is so much drama in the club right now it's amazing, I actually can't even comment on it.
Also I had two gentlemen give me the best compliments ever.
1.
man "wow, you're fairly attractive"
me "Like kelly blue book sort of fair? I"m not excellent"
man "You are an adequate dancer"
me "Seriously I get fair, and adequate, what the fuck, do I need to say dances $20 obo?"
2.
man "I never go to strip clubs, I hate them, I had lost all faith in them until right now, you are so fucking sexy and this is the best lap dance I have ever had. I've slept with a lot of girls and none of them have turned me on this much"
Thank you kind gentlemen for being just that.
Although I'm not going to lie at one point I did feel bad for the girl, she was on her last stage of the night, and she was getting totally ignored by dudes in the front row, it was just silly, porn stars are silly, I would have felt terrible if I were her, like "Why the fuck am I at this club, I'm not making any money, all these girls suck!"
There is so much drama in the club right now it's amazing, I actually can't even comment on it.
Also I had two gentlemen give me the best compliments ever.
1.
man "wow, you're fairly attractive"
me "Like kelly blue book sort of fair? I"m not excellent"
man "You are an adequate dancer"
me "Seriously I get fair, and adequate, what the fuck, do I need to say dances $20 obo?"
2.
man "I never go to strip clubs, I hate them, I had lost all faith in them until right now, you are so fucking sexy and this is the best lap dance I have ever had. I've slept with a lot of girls and none of them have turned me on this much"
Thank you kind gentlemen for being just that.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
What the fuck do you mean the door doesn't lock?
Tonight in the monetary sense was a million times better than last night. I need to remember to focus and keep fucking moving.
On the other hand, my club is so jacked up right now, we took the lock, wait not the lock the whole inter workings of the door to the bathroom out. I was in the bathroom today, collecting my thoughts, something I like to do at work, take a second and re-vist my game plan. One of the girls just storms right in and screams that she has to pee, i think she missed a little as she squatted over the seat and hit my leg. This actually creates a ton of rage in me. In my head I'm thinking, why can't I just have two god damn seconds to my fucking self away from the pounding techno and all these girls, I just want to close the door for one fucking second, see I took it from two seconds to one, I'm totally open to compromise. Actually I'm not even sure you can remove a look from a bathroom door. I have to remember to look up the laws on freelancing before tomorrow, so I may bring up relative legal points, to all those in the club who don't know what it's like to have an actual freelance job. Or an actual job for that matter, to actually work to get to a goal that you want. Like why do I have to be everyones god damn cheerleader, follow the rules, pay my rent, and have to deal with the repercussions of everyone's bad choices. To this I raise my hand in the air and say "FUCK YOU MANAGEMENT!" This is also why I will be dragging my ass out of bed early tomorrow for a meeting, even though I am totally getting a cold. There I said it on the net. Don't get dances from me I"m getting sick.
In other news I'm pumped for a meeting at noon. I have things to say, people to say things to. Coffee to drink, I think I might bring a fruit plate, I think that's sort of the polite thing to do when you are about to raise a little hell, or at least thats what they do in the midwest.
SO... lapdance story of the day. It's my last dance it's well after three and this Indian dude wants to cut deals, for those in the know, I don't cut fucking deals for anyone, ever, period. ANyway, I convince him to test drive the car. We go back, I start doing my thing, he seems like he's into it. I'm thinking to myself, score, i'll walk out of here with some serious cash tonight, no I was wrong, he gets one dance. I in my always improving way ask him why he only purchased one. He said he was looking for more touching and that there is another girl in the club that will do those sorts of things, but he appreciated that I told him right away that I wouldn't do those things. He hands me a 20 an apologizes I ask why. He says he wants to tip me. Indian dudes all except for 1 are totally lame, I dislike them very much, they all want a prostitute and a deal on one as well. All I want to do is have them over pay and knock them the fuck out with my fist.
On the other hand, my club is so jacked up right now, we took the lock, wait not the lock the whole inter workings of the door to the bathroom out. I was in the bathroom today, collecting my thoughts, something I like to do at work, take a second and re-vist my game plan. One of the girls just storms right in and screams that she has to pee, i think she missed a little as she squatted over the seat and hit my leg. This actually creates a ton of rage in me. In my head I'm thinking, why can't I just have two god damn seconds to my fucking self away from the pounding techno and all these girls, I just want to close the door for one fucking second, see I took it from two seconds to one, I'm totally open to compromise. Actually I'm not even sure you can remove a look from a bathroom door. I have to remember to look up the laws on freelancing before tomorrow, so I may bring up relative legal points, to all those in the club who don't know what it's like to have an actual freelance job. Or an actual job for that matter, to actually work to get to a goal that you want. Like why do I have to be everyones god damn cheerleader, follow the rules, pay my rent, and have to deal with the repercussions of everyone's bad choices. To this I raise my hand in the air and say "FUCK YOU MANAGEMENT!" This is also why I will be dragging my ass out of bed early tomorrow for a meeting, even though I am totally getting a cold. There I said it on the net. Don't get dances from me I"m getting sick.
In other news I'm pumped for a meeting at noon. I have things to say, people to say things to. Coffee to drink, I think I might bring a fruit plate, I think that's sort of the polite thing to do when you are about to raise a little hell, or at least thats what they do in the midwest.
SO... lapdance story of the day. It's my last dance it's well after three and this Indian dude wants to cut deals, for those in the know, I don't cut fucking deals for anyone, ever, period. ANyway, I convince him to test drive the car. We go back, I start doing my thing, he seems like he's into it. I'm thinking to myself, score, i'll walk out of here with some serious cash tonight, no I was wrong, he gets one dance. I in my always improving way ask him why he only purchased one. He said he was looking for more touching and that there is another girl in the club that will do those sorts of things, but he appreciated that I told him right away that I wouldn't do those things. He hands me a 20 an apologizes I ask why. He says he wants to tip me. Indian dudes all except for 1 are totally lame, I dislike them very much, they all want a prostitute and a deal on one as well. All I want to do is have them over pay and knock them the fuck out with my fist.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Some writers sheesh
A career in porn/escorting/stripping is a serious consideration. (Yes, your mother will find out.) <--- signs you are poor as published by gawker.com
http://gawker.com/5641054/signs-that-youre-poor-city-dweller-edition
there is the link if you felt like reading it.
My answer to you, go fuck yourself. If you do this (stripping) because you are poor, you will probably do a terrible job at it, I know I can't go into work if i'm in the wrong head space, if i'm stressing about the money, I don't make any money. Gawker have you ever been to a strip club? Who do you give your money to? The girls that look like they are having a good time or the one's freaking out in the back of the room, just walking up to you and straight up asking if you want a dance. You guys are idiots. On that note I have submitted my comment to them. There take that you fucking hipsters, I hope you choke on your pbr.
http://gawker.com/5641054/signs-that-youre-poor-city-dweller-edition
there is the link if you felt like reading it.
My answer to you, go fuck yourself. If you do this (stripping) because you are poor, you will probably do a terrible job at it, I know I can't go into work if i'm in the wrong head space, if i'm stressing about the money, I don't make any money. Gawker have you ever been to a strip club? Who do you give your money to? The girls that look like they are having a good time or the one's freaking out in the back of the room, just walking up to you and straight up asking if you want a dance. You guys are idiots. On that note I have submitted my comment to them. There take that you fucking hipsters, I hope you choke on your pbr.
It's fucking Monday, oh wait...
It's really everyone else's Thursday, it's my Monday, and I say to you! Bring your fucking shit storm! I got you!
Tonight started out terrible, I spent way to much time talking to one guy. One guy whom I thought would spend so much money and then, guess what! He didn't. SURPRISE! So hours of my night were wasted. I can hustle on a slow night and make it happen I just need to remember that I have to stick it out to the bitter fucking end, the last song, even if I look like hell. WHY! WHY! WHY! you ask, because it's like drunk dude rush hour, every guy wants a dance at 2am, they come pouring in from the bar and just want dances. Whats on stage? Doesn't fucking matter, they just want to go to the back. Anyway, regardless of tonight almost being a total waste of time, Oh and the fucking vending machine flipped my bag of chips into the row next to it so I didn't get them. IF you dance you must eat especially me. There is a fat kid living inside me somewhere. Anywho, waste of a night and no chips turned into a good night, that totally included cake! I love cake and I love regulars as well.
Tonight started out terrible, I spent way to much time talking to one guy. One guy whom I thought would spend so much money and then, guess what! He didn't. SURPRISE! So hours of my night were wasted. I can hustle on a slow night and make it happen I just need to remember that I have to stick it out to the bitter fucking end, the last song, even if I look like hell. WHY! WHY! WHY! you ask, because it's like drunk dude rush hour, every guy wants a dance at 2am, they come pouring in from the bar and just want dances. Whats on stage? Doesn't fucking matter, they just want to go to the back. Anyway, regardless of tonight almost being a total waste of time, Oh and the fucking vending machine flipped my bag of chips into the row next to it so I didn't get them. IF you dance you must eat especially me. There is a fat kid living inside me somewhere. Anywho, waste of a night and no chips turned into a good night, that totally included cake! I love cake and I love regulars as well.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
I went to Portland post 2 of 2
Ok, so my second night in portland went so much better than my first. I went to a club with a more alternative crowd. I'm talking about girls with 10" mohawks, which look really amazing by the way.
I walked into uj's and who is there G, G is a friend of mine that comes into the club, he drove all the way down to portland just to see me dance, and maybe to get a totally nude lap dance an inch from his face.
All the girls were nice, the club was rad, and by rad I mean no dance specials, I never felt like "Well there are 10 guys here I better hustle" It was busy everyone loved me (As they should god damnit!)
The only off thing about the night.
I was about to do my first stage and I was in the back giving a dance and the dj starts yelling my name, so I jump up on stage to do my show. Mind you I'm wearing bondage tape white contacts and a thong, and what song is he playing me? Ginuwine ridin my pony. I have never passed out the look of death to a dj till that night. On the bright side and a very small secret before I started dancing at a club I would practice to that song in the mirror.
The best compliment I have ever received was also that night. I was giving a man a dance and I asked why he looked at me funny, he looks up at me and smiles and says "You have fantastic muscle structure" So...thanks tattoo artist with a mustache you made my day.
Actually my whole second evening in pdx made my day, it proved to me that not every club is like the one I work at. Not every manager is going to push you to make the club as much money as you can (which makes sense in this state as they aren't making any money of off booze), that I can have a fanastic and easy night at work were it doesn't feel like work and I don't need to talk to some dude for an hour to have him spend 20 bucks. Sorry dudes, nothing hurts my feelings more than you blabbing my ear off with me half naked and then not putting up for that. IF you want to please do my job for a while and tell me if chicks wasting your time turns you on.
On that note, I need to get ready for work.
I walked into uj's and who is there G, G is a friend of mine that comes into the club, he drove all the way down to portland just to see me dance, and maybe to get a totally nude lap dance an inch from his face.
All the girls were nice, the club was rad, and by rad I mean no dance specials, I never felt like "Well there are 10 guys here I better hustle" It was busy everyone loved me (As they should god damnit!)
The only off thing about the night.
I was about to do my first stage and I was in the back giving a dance and the dj starts yelling my name, so I jump up on stage to do my show. Mind you I'm wearing bondage tape white contacts and a thong, and what song is he playing me? Ginuwine ridin my pony. I have never passed out the look of death to a dj till that night. On the bright side and a very small secret before I started dancing at a club I would practice to that song in the mirror.
The best compliment I have ever received was also that night. I was giving a man a dance and I asked why he looked at me funny, he looks up at me and smiles and says "You have fantastic muscle structure" So...thanks tattoo artist with a mustache you made my day.
Actually my whole second evening in pdx made my day, it proved to me that not every club is like the one I work at. Not every manager is going to push you to make the club as much money as you can (which makes sense in this state as they aren't making any money of off booze), that I can have a fanastic and easy night at work were it doesn't feel like work and I don't need to talk to some dude for an hour to have him spend 20 bucks. Sorry dudes, nothing hurts my feelings more than you blabbing my ear off with me half naked and then not putting up for that. IF you want to please do my job for a while and tell me if chicks wasting your time turns you on.
On that note, I need to get ready for work.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
It's fucking tuesday night
Thankfully it wasn't bad, it was just another night, a night of nothing. Nothing really memorable. I've gotten to the point were I feel like I can make more money or do it better or something. I'm not sure what I changed but I changed something.
Tonight some African American gentlemen wanted a few dances from me. I always find that weird, most of the time I feel like they don't like me. Lately I have been so fucking wrong.
Bah it's almost 6am I'm so fucking tired! I have an eye appt tomorrow, bet you didn't know I wear glasses. Yup I do, I'm not nearly as perfect as I appear.
Tonight some African American gentlemen wanted a few dances from me. I always find that weird, most of the time I feel like they don't like me. Lately I have been so fucking wrong.
Bah it's almost 6am I'm so fucking tired! I have an eye appt tomorrow, bet you didn't know I wear glasses. Yup I do, I'm not nearly as perfect as I appear.
Monday, September 13, 2010
I went to Portland post 1 or 2
The name of the club I worked at will not be mentioned as there was some serious shit going on.
I just got back from my first trip to portland and I cant find my damn glasses, please hold on for one second. Never mind I'm just going to write this blind.
I arrived in PDX later than I really wanted to on Friday, I checked into my friends place, dropped my bags talked about porn and jumped in the shower. I went down to my first club in PDX I was excruciatingly nervous, I went in knowing that it might not be my scene all the girls were really pretty with huge fucking boobs, mind you, I have huge boobs, but we are talking mongo tits, and if you know me at all you know that the bigger the tits the more freaked out I get. Anyway, I get there and realize I forgot my lock(fuck) so I put my things in the managers office. I'm getting ready I'm minding my own businesses, all the girls are looking for approval from the manager and from each other, I hate it when girls do this, I mean it happens in my club but not like that. Mine is more
"Does this look ok"
"Yeah it looks fine"
"Really, I don't think it looks good"
"Then don't fucking wear it"
I tried to make small talk with the girls in this club and they talked right the fuck over me, I should have left right fucking then, but no I said I was going to stick it out. This is the way I work, I should get over it and start listening to my gut.
I get out on the floor, a friend of mine from pdx showed up to support it was really very sweet of him, he was my first lap-dance! YAY!
I keep getting off track. Anyway I go back out on the floor. No one fucking likes me, no one wants a dance, NO ONE SAYS NO TO RED GOD DAMNIT! I see two Indian men sitting by the back stage, I fucking hate indian men, they want shit that I don't fucking do. I sit down and start chatting to the one, he of course wants me sprawled all over him and telling him the dirty things i'm going to do to him and how hot I find him, all of this is of course how he must get excited to get a lap-dance, he won't get one before. So I'm not the girl that's going to be your ego boost unless I honestly like something about you then I'll tell you. I decide to give it a go. He buys one dance, thanks for the fucking 20 asshole, oh and now you want me to hang out with you all night, go fuck yourself.
I swear to god it was like this all fucking night.
BUT it gets better, I was giving a dance and the curtain to the champagne room was open a tiny bit, so I look in, curiosity killed the cat, and what do I see, some girl fucking some dude, and neither of them are pretty. I looked twice just to be sure I wasn't seeing things, I really wasn't seeing things.
Then it was finally the end of the night, I had the worst friday night ever in reference to money. As I am changing to leave i realize I'm missing a shoe, a real person shoe not a stripper shoe, my fave shoe. I'm so pissed, I still don't have my damn shoe. I had to wear fucking flip flops all weekend long. LAME. I will never go back to that club again.
I just got back from my first trip to portland and I cant find my damn glasses, please hold on for one second. Never mind I'm just going to write this blind.
I arrived in PDX later than I really wanted to on Friday, I checked into my friends place, dropped my bags talked about porn and jumped in the shower. I went down to my first club in PDX I was excruciatingly nervous, I went in knowing that it might not be my scene all the girls were really pretty with huge fucking boobs, mind you, I have huge boobs, but we are talking mongo tits, and if you know me at all you know that the bigger the tits the more freaked out I get. Anyway, I get there and realize I forgot my lock(fuck) so I put my things in the managers office. I'm getting ready I'm minding my own businesses, all the girls are looking for approval from the manager and from each other, I hate it when girls do this, I mean it happens in my club but not like that. Mine is more
"Does this look ok"
"Yeah it looks fine"
"Really, I don't think it looks good"
"Then don't fucking wear it"
I tried to make small talk with the girls in this club and they talked right the fuck over me, I should have left right fucking then, but no I said I was going to stick it out. This is the way I work, I should get over it and start listening to my gut.
I get out on the floor, a friend of mine from pdx showed up to support it was really very sweet of him, he was my first lap-dance! YAY!
I keep getting off track. Anyway I go back out on the floor. No one fucking likes me, no one wants a dance, NO ONE SAYS NO TO RED GOD DAMNIT! I see two Indian men sitting by the back stage, I fucking hate indian men, they want shit that I don't fucking do. I sit down and start chatting to the one, he of course wants me sprawled all over him and telling him the dirty things i'm going to do to him and how hot I find him, all of this is of course how he must get excited to get a lap-dance, he won't get one before. So I'm not the girl that's going to be your ego boost unless I honestly like something about you then I'll tell you. I decide to give it a go. He buys one dance, thanks for the fucking 20 asshole, oh and now you want me to hang out with you all night, go fuck yourself.
I swear to god it was like this all fucking night.
BUT it gets better, I was giving a dance and the curtain to the champagne room was open a tiny bit, so I look in, curiosity killed the cat, and what do I see, some girl fucking some dude, and neither of them are pretty. I looked twice just to be sure I wasn't seeing things, I really wasn't seeing things.
Then it was finally the end of the night, I had the worst friday night ever in reference to money. As I am changing to leave i realize I'm missing a shoe, a real person shoe not a stripper shoe, my fave shoe. I'm so pissed, I still don't have my damn shoe. I had to wear fucking flip flops all weekend long. LAME. I will never go back to that club again.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Sometime you get a box of fish
I am not currently referring to the smell of someones crotch. I am really saying sometimes a man comes in and renews your faith in men in general. A Man came in this weekend lets call him J just for fun. J was so pleasant, we spent basically my entire working evening together. Which makes work easy for me, he was so easy to talk to, so that is basically all we did. It was a fluke that he even found me interesting as he tipped me while I was on stage just out of politeness.
So J comes in Saturday night as well and brings an entourage. That is not the funny part. I am in the back using the restroom and all of a sudden a few people are yelling my name saying they need me on the floor asap. When I'm using the bathroom, I am typically not bothered, sometimes nature calls. Anyway the manager is waiting for me and tells me there is a box at the bar for me. I'm thinking who on earth would deliver something to me at work, that's a little odd. I walk out onto the floor with Carrie Anne she is saying if its food she wants some. I arrive at the bar it's a huge box of fish from the market. Whoa, who gives a girl fish as a gift, J does. It was amazing, hands down best work gift ever. So far it's been delish!
So J comes in Saturday night as well and brings an entourage. That is not the funny part. I am in the back using the restroom and all of a sudden a few people are yelling my name saying they need me on the floor asap. When I'm using the bathroom, I am typically not bothered, sometimes nature calls. Anyway the manager is waiting for me and tells me there is a box at the bar for me. I'm thinking who on earth would deliver something to me at work, that's a little odd. I walk out onto the floor with Carrie Anne she is saying if its food she wants some. I arrive at the bar it's a huge box of fish from the market. Whoa, who gives a girl fish as a gift, J does. It was amazing, hands down best work gift ever. So far it's been delish!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
a rant on a personal note.
Yesterday I really good friend of mine brought up a fantastic point, this may end up being a little off the topic of stripping, but it does bring up a few good points about me and my personality. Anyway I was lamenting about how much boob I had showing in a few photos, I rarely see photos of myself actually dressed so I am unaware that I have more boob than anyone else would leave the house showing in plain site. He asked me a very important question which happened to be stated mostly like the following.
"Yeah Red, men objectify you, and women fucking fear you, you are on a pedestal, your like a god damn force, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. You are disturbing the force field, but really you are playing in the wrong one. Yeah what do you think that means, nope wrong. You need to get it together and show the world what you have"
So thank you everyman that comes in and participates in my little survey of who you are and what you do and how old you are, and why you said no, silly in know that I don't care why you said yes. I think you make it pretty clear by telling me how hot I am or that you want some very specific role playing.
I also really appreciate the fact that you are funding all of my big fucking dreams of making it in a different industry. Even if you never knew anything about me, the real me I really appreciate it.
To all the women that look at me and then look at their husbands to see if their husbands are looking at me. IF you haven't noticed I'm looking at you not your husband, and I'm judging you not him, so please calm down, your being really silly. I'm curious about you and what you have to say and what your relationship looks like to you, not what your husband thinks of me, that one is easy. Tits and ass she's got it going on. Thats what he's thinking of. So please stop with the look of distain, it's not flattering.
Unless of you fear me for some business reason. In which case get the fuck out of my way, i'll have your job someday even if you push me to the side, I'll just wait it out till you go.
everybody has a price
Fuck you! Yeah I'm talking to you you piece of shit. I appreciate the request but trust me you don't have enough cash on your person to fuck me. Yeah I said it and I fucking meant it. No 50 dollars is not going to be enough, but good Fucking try, oh do I know someone you can fuck.... Um yes I do in fact.... Yourself, why don't you go try, oh you don't think you can? Wait you want to fuck me In the ass? Cool...only if I get to Fuck you in the ass first. Sorry Charlie fair is fair, so bend over and take it like a fucking man. Hey fuck you!
Oh my God TWINS!
Oh my god, fucking twins! I love twins!
Not joking we have twins in our club, with huge fucking boobs. Super nice girls, y'all should come by and see them. I promise that they are totally great. If I ever get pictures I'll show you.
Oh and more on the boobs, if you took both of my boobs put them together they still would not equal the size of one of theirs, no joke, bring on the boob men, come down, let's see what we can do about those little fantasies.
Also I've had lapdances from them, they are super banging. It's way hot seeing double!
Speaking of boobs. There once was a man that came in, who liked short skirts, who promised to buy a dance if I wore one (yeah Fucking right) I go and throw a skirt on, I post a little perch on his lap, he starts talking about my boobs, only not in the way men typically talk about them. All of a sudden out of his mouth comes "what are those b cups?" I look at him like he's a fucking idiot as he obviously is. I reply with "...a actually they are f cups..." he looks me over again and then asks me if I'll go to a really nice dinner with him at outback steak house. Gentlemen fucking think before you open your fucking mouth to me. One I'm a snobby fucking bitch and if you think outback impresses me, well kudos to you for having the balls to say so, also insinuating that I am not privileged enough to eat there is not going to get you far. I really do wish you the best of luck, I'm sure Darwin will catch up to you soon, and we won't have anything to worry about.
Oh and this douchebag didn't get a dance, fucker, at the same time thank god, I didn't have to spend an extra three minutes with him.
Not joking we have twins in our club, with huge fucking boobs. Super nice girls, y'all should come by and see them. I promise that they are totally great. If I ever get pictures I'll show you.
Oh and more on the boobs, if you took both of my boobs put them together they still would not equal the size of one of theirs, no joke, bring on the boob men, come down, let's see what we can do about those little fantasies.
Also I've had lapdances from them, they are super banging. It's way hot seeing double!
Speaking of boobs. There once was a man that came in, who liked short skirts, who promised to buy a dance if I wore one (yeah Fucking right) I go and throw a skirt on, I post a little perch on his lap, he starts talking about my boobs, only not in the way men typically talk about them. All of a sudden out of his mouth comes "what are those b cups?" I look at him like he's a fucking idiot as he obviously is. I reply with "...a actually they are f cups..." he looks me over again and then asks me if I'll go to a really nice dinner with him at outback steak house. Gentlemen fucking think before you open your fucking mouth to me. One I'm a snobby fucking bitch and if you think outback impresses me, well kudos to you for having the balls to say so, also insinuating that I am not privileged enough to eat there is not going to get you far. I really do wish you the best of luck, I'm sure Darwin will catch up to you soon, and we won't have anything to worry about.
Oh and this douchebag didn't get a dance, fucker, at the same time thank god, I didn't have to spend an extra three minutes with him.
Hi my name is...
Hi my name is Red, or maybe it's Lexi (depending on when you met me and where)
What's your name? Really? That's my 27th favorite name. So tell me about you? Tell me what you do for fun. Tell me everything about you, Oh you want me to tell you about me? Be careful what you ask for.
I'm the hottest bitch In heels right here, I'm totally kidding,
I'm a dancer, wait I'm a showgirl, hold on third time is a charm, I'm a stripper, I work mostly at a club in downtown Seattle, if you have met me you know where I work. If you found this blog by accident, welcome to my work.
This is the intro post, I'm a little behind. I've been dancing for about four months, don't get me wrong I love my job, but it's not my passion, there are other things to life than turning men on and money. I'm losing focus, I started dancing as something to do to fill my time in between other clients in my other profession.
I was so curious what this side of the fence looked like, now I know, there are some funny stories, there are some scary stories, there are some tragic tails of deseption and lies. There is jealously there is hate, there is hope at the end of the night of the end of the tunnel.
My first night working, I met a man I'll call Philly not to be confused with the dancer, although Im quite sure she might come up later,
Philly was a law student from Philly, he rolled in after a long night of drinking. Philly was down on women and he was down on strip clubs. These are my favorite type of men, I always feel like I can change their mind. I sat down he started talking about how he hates places like this, I still wonder what he was doing alone there. I told him no one was forcing me to be there I was there on my own (it was my first damn night of course I was there because I wanted to be) somewhere along the way I convinced him to get a dance, we went to the back. Going to the back gives me a rush sometimes, it's like in my head I think, welcome to my house, I hope you play nice.
I sit him down in my favorite booth. We start talking about my hopes and dreams. All of a sudden he blurts out how Impressed he is that I'm not a total fucking idiot. I was so flattered, as stupid as it sounds, and trust me I don't need the ego boost, it's totally big enough.
If it weren't for Philly there would be more nights of doubt when dealing with assholes, trust me I deal with a lot of them in the figurative way.
What's your name? Really? That's my 27th favorite name. So tell me about you? Tell me what you do for fun. Tell me everything about you, Oh you want me to tell you about me? Be careful what you ask for.
I'm the hottest bitch In heels right here, I'm totally kidding,
I'm a dancer, wait I'm a showgirl, hold on third time is a charm, I'm a stripper, I work mostly at a club in downtown Seattle, if you have met me you know where I work. If you found this blog by accident, welcome to my work.
This is the intro post, I'm a little behind. I've been dancing for about four months, don't get me wrong I love my job, but it's not my passion, there are other things to life than turning men on and money. I'm losing focus, I started dancing as something to do to fill my time in between other clients in my other profession.
I was so curious what this side of the fence looked like, now I know, there are some funny stories, there are some scary stories, there are some tragic tails of deseption and lies. There is jealously there is hate, there is hope at the end of the night of the end of the tunnel.
My first night working, I met a man I'll call Philly not to be confused with the dancer, although Im quite sure she might come up later,
Philly was a law student from Philly, he rolled in after a long night of drinking. Philly was down on women and he was down on strip clubs. These are my favorite type of men, I always feel like I can change their mind. I sat down he started talking about how he hates places like this, I still wonder what he was doing alone there. I told him no one was forcing me to be there I was there on my own (it was my first damn night of course I was there because I wanted to be) somewhere along the way I convinced him to get a dance, we went to the back. Going to the back gives me a rush sometimes, it's like in my head I think, welcome to my house, I hope you play nice.
I sit him down in my favorite booth. We start talking about my hopes and dreams. All of a sudden he blurts out how Impressed he is that I'm not a total fucking idiot. I was so flattered, as stupid as it sounds, and trust me I don't need the ego boost, it's totally big enough.
If it weren't for Philly there would be more nights of doubt when dealing with assholes, trust me I deal with a lot of them in the figurative way.
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