Body: [bod-ee] noun. 1. The material structure of a corporal being. 2. A collection of work.
Indulgence: [in-duhl-juhns] noun. 1. Gratification of desire. 2. A penance sold by the Church
as a remission of punishment for sin.

That’s right bitches; I’m back. At the House, that is.  A few days ago Ava and I went down to the House on a lark- threw some money at the girls, bought all the management shots, etc. Overall much fun was had. I had a chance to catch up with Joe, our favorite manager, and fill him in on how horrendous the Pier is compared to the House. He told me to give him a call Saturday, and he’d see what he could do about getting me my job back. So last night I made the call (and since no one else is saying it, I will— props to me for realizing it was Saturday, on Saturday. I am a stripper, after all. Days of the week are organized by “working” or “not working”. We don’t bother with all of this strange, ‘Monday,’ ‘Tuesday,’ nonsense. That’s just extra classification we don’t need.)  and talked to Joe. I’m so glad we had a chance to catch up a few days before; I think it made the whole conversation a lot more comfortable.  Turned out he hadn’t had a chance to speak with Sean (the owner) yet, since he was apparently away this week, much to Joe’s surprise. But he asked me what days I’d be working anyway and I responded “Any of them. ALL of them. Just get me the hell outta the Pier.” And I wasn’t gonna lie to him either— he totally had me by the balls. Whatever he wants me to do, I will do it, if only I can work at the House again. I’m not exactly overflowing with leverage at the moment.  He laughed and asked me to work tonight, tomorrow and Wednesday, saying that if anyone gave me any issues, I should just tell them I’d spoken with Joe. I thanked him and hung up. A minute later I realized I was still scheduled at the Pier for tonight’s shift.  While a lot of dancers probably just would’ve blown it off, and not called or shown up, I like to treat the establishments I work in (even awful ones) with respect. So I called Joe back and asked him what he wanted me to do about the Pier. Should I call and tell them I’m quitting? Should I just ask for the next few days off? Did he want me to lie and not tell them I was going back to the House?  He thought about it for a minute, and then said, “All right, tell them…. Ah, you know what? Fuck it. Welcome back Lilah.” If I hadn’t been sitting in my truck pre-gaming with Ava I would’ve done a victory dance on the spot. As it was, I bounced up and down for a bit, finished off 2 bottles of wine, and then went and danced my butt off in a club. For fun. What a concept. I gave the Pier a quick call and explained to the manager who’d hired me (luckily one of Joe’s friends) that I was heading back to the House. He thanked me for calling, wished me good luck, and told me to call him if I ever needed anything. See? Respect pays off.  So it’s official, tonight is my first shift back where I belong. The House.  Victory is sweet.

That’s right bitches; I’m back. At the House, that is. 

A few days ago Ava and I went down to the House on a lark- threw some money at the girls, bought all the management shots, etc. Overall much fun was had. I had a chance to catch up with Joe, our favorite manager, and fill him in on how horrendous the Pier is compared to the House. He told me to give him a call Saturday, and he’d see what he could do about getting me my job back.

So last night I made the call (and since no one else is saying it, I will— props to me for realizing it was Saturday, on Saturday. I am a stripper, after all. Days of the week are organized by “working” or “not working”. We don’t bother with all of this strange, ‘Monday,’ ‘Tuesday,’ nonsense. That’s just extra classification we don’t need.)  and talked to Joe. I’m so glad we had a chance to catch up a few days before; I think it made the whole conversation a lot more comfortable. 

Turned out he hadn’t had a chance to speak with Sean (the owner) yet, since he was apparently away this week, much to Joe’s surprise. But he asked me what days I’d be working anyway and I responded “Any of them. ALL of them. Just get me the hell outta the Pier.” And I wasn’t gonna lie to him either— he totally had me by the balls. Whatever he wants me to do, I will do it, if only I can work at the House again. I’m not exactly overflowing with leverage at the moment. 

He laughed and asked me to work tonight, tomorrow and Wednesday, saying that if anyone gave me any issues, I should just tell them I’d spoken with Joe. I thanked him and hung up. A minute later I realized I was still scheduled at the Pier for tonight’s shift. 

While a lot of dancers probably just would’ve blown it off, and not called or shown up, I like to treat the establishments I work in (even awful ones) with respect. So I called Joe back and asked him what he wanted me to do about the Pier. Should I call and tell them I’m quitting? Should I just ask for the next few days off? Did he want me to lie and not tell them I was going back to the House? 

He thought about it for a minute, and then said, “All right, tell them…. Ah, you know what? Fuck it. Welcome back Lilah.”

If I hadn’t been sitting in my truck pre-gaming with Ava I would’ve done a victory dance on the spot. As it was, I bounced up and down for a bit, finished off 2 bottles of wine, and then went and danced my butt off in a club. For fun. What a concept.

I gave the Pier a quick call and explained to the manager who’d hired me (luckily one of Joe’s friends) that I was heading back to the House. He thanked me for calling, wished me good luck, and told me to call him if I ever needed anything. See? Respect pays off. 

So it’s official, tonight is my first shift back where I belong. The House. 

Victory is sweet.

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