shifts - a bunch
Ok, I’ve been slacking. But as I mentioned, I’ve been known to do so, so it shouldn’t come as a shock. Anyway I do always catch up, so no worries.
I have thus far neglected to post shift reports for Sept. 1st, 3rd, 6th and 8th. So you’re four days behind in “stuff that happened”- the horror! Well we’ll do mini summaries to keep your dashboard from being overwhelmed, k?
shift 9.1.10
Takehome grade: B
douchebag count: 1
Nothing overly exciting happened on the 1st. I remember it was pretty slow. I sat with a Scottish gent named Nick who does international porn and who spent the majority of our time together trying to convince me to let him “make me a star”. Needless to say, that will not be happening. He wasted my time and didn’t tip so I moved on to sit with Cowboy Jason for a bit. One of his possessive girls got fired (and I can’t say I mind, though I did like her. Less girls for him means more him for me. Yea, it’s like that.) No dances, just stage tips.
shift 9.3.10
Takehome grade: C
douchebag count: 0
I did a short shift on friday and surprisingly for a friday it was slow as hell. Almost no customers at all. Terrible shift. Boo.
shift 9.6.10
Takehome grade: B+
douchebag count: 1
Spent the whole shift with two customers. Paulie and Dave. Paulie was Irish, liked blondes, and thought I was just the “vision of gorgeous”. I did not have the heart to tell him that I am, in fact, not blonde, but a red head— the lighting in the House is dark, like most clubs. Ava and I bullshitted with Paulie and his friend Mike (who takes title of douchebag of the evening) for about 2 hours at the end of which, Paulie got a dance from me while Mike got told to fuck off by Ava. Afterwhich I too, told him to fuck off. Paulie helped me, which made me giggle a bit inside, I won’t lie. After Paulie and Mike left I sat with Chris (younger gent just home from the Navy) and Dave (his slightly older, much larger but kinder companion who was taking him out for the night). Chris bought me some drinks but had already promised himself to Eve for a private, so when he went into the back with her, I started chatting with Dave. Turns out he’s a screenwriter (much like myself) and very into literature and film, both. We had a great conversation about movies and scripts and at the end of it, he took me for a dance.
shift 9.8.10
Takehome grade: A
douchebag count: 0
Wednesday night Ava and I worked our butts off. I did 5 or 6 lap dances and I think Ava did 7 or 8. We spent the entire evening with 1 gentleman each— though they had this habit of (literally) tag-teaming each other to switch between us. It was rather amusing. For the most part I spent time with Mike, mid to late 30’s, balding, slightly round; had his own granite company and was very kind and respectful. His friend, Robert (I called him Bobert) was a little less respectful, but in the scheme of douchebags, I don’t think he quite rates. He was extremely taken with Ava (kept calling her his ‘wife’) and got multiple dances from her. It was only towards the end of the night, when he became less inclined to spend money, that the slight douche-baggery showed. But for the most part, it was a very pleasant evening. Mike must’ve bought us each 4 or 5 drinks, and he did about 3 dances with me and 3 with Ava, and Bobert also got about 3 from me, and a few more from Ava.
There was one point where all four of us wound up in the lap dance room at the same time, and as I’m dancing on Bobert and Ava is dancing on Mike, they literally reached across to each other and “high-fived” to “tag out” and switch girls. Honestly, I found it hysterical. The cool part was towards the end of the night though. I was pushing for Mike to take us in the back for a private instead of just a lap dance, but he, very honestly, said he’d prefer to just give the money to us and not the club. At first I thought it was gonna be some ploy to proposition us for sex, but he actually meant that he’d rather give us the equivalent of whatever we get out of private rooms just to hang at the bar with him, instead of paying an extra $40 or whatever that we don’t even see (a private room is $120/15 minutes and of that, the club takes $40). So he gave us each $80 to keep spending time with him at the bar, and dancing while standing there. Obviously, Ava and I weren’t going to complain.
We spent about a half hour with them after they paid us, which is twice what we would’ve spent in a private room— but we also weren’t giving them a lap dance, so it was fair. At that point it was 1:30am and we were scheduled to leave at 2am so I suggested we push for another $80 for our last half hour. And this is where Bobert started being a schmuck. I got the $80 from Mike, no problem. But when he tried to explain it to Bobert, no luck. Eventually, I relented and told Mike we’d take the $80 and split it between us.
All in all, a very enjoyable night, with money to show for it. My favorite kind. See I don’t want to jinx it, but in general, stripping is a business that goes with the seasons. It slows down in the summer and picks up in the fall. Generally speaking girls have to scrimp and save over the warmer months, and can go balls to the wall in the colder ones. I’m hoping that Wednesday’s shift was the beginning of the change-over. It is after labor day now, so things should pick up. In my opinion? Fucking epic.
xoxo
Lilah
