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stripper drama comes calling

July 22nd, 2007 · No Comments

I’ve been here since the begining of June. Seven weeks, maybe eight. Exactly seven times longer than I usually stay someplace, and two or three times longer than I’ve probably been in one place since last summer.

It has it’s joys: watching the elder flowers turn to berry, and the roses to hips, my summer lover, the adorably dysfunctional family that tries to assimilate me, seeing grouse babies grow up, catching up with old friends I haven’t spent this much time with since last summer. It has it’s down sides though, and stripper drama is definitely one of them. Normally I’m not even in one place long enough for the other girls to remember my name. But now we’ve all been celebrating the great nights and sweating out the bad ones together for weeks. They know my name, my favorite songs to dance to, and what brand of eyelashes I use. This is how it is.

Last night was slow. I wasn’t going to go to work, because I got up early and had a long day floating down the river with stripper friends, and because the last few Saturdays have been slow. But I’m stuck working every night, and I can’t seem to make myself stop.

So when a large, middle aged guy from Vegas came in with his friends I was on him like glue. If there are any customer groups that consistantly love me, it’s fat guys and guys in their forties. It was a good kind of glue, too. We had a little rapport right away and were talking about things to do while in Vegas. When the rapport peaked I started to sell the dance, but then realised I had to go on stage next. This is when dancing is like chess, there are so many possible movements, and you can only control for so many. Or none, really. So I left him with a kiss on a napkin and my empty drink to mark him taken and told him to come up to the stage and watch me.

He didn’t, and soon another girl was sitting on the other side of him. He hadn’t bought her a drink, so maybe he didn’t want her. Or maybe he liked her better. There’s only one way to find out, and my seat was still empty. Just like in chess an empty space is an invitation.

I sat back down. “Hey, sweetie, you didn’t come see me on stage like you promised.” [pretty pout]

The girl on the other side leaned over, gave me a mean glare, and announced loudly, “Unfortunately he’s busy right now.”

I had a pretty good feel for this guy, and I was pretty sure that this would majorly turn him off of this girl.

I played sweet. It’s like in chess when you pretend you’re losing, but you know better. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I turned to the customer, “should I come back later?”

“No, no, come back to the VIP room.” See, you catch more flies with honey…

The other girl was complaining loudly that she’d been sitting there first, but talking to no one in particular. Being my sugary self, and since the other girl has always been reasonably cool, I tried to bring her along.

“Cool, shall we do a double dance with Sapphire?”

“No, we’ll all go back, but I want you,” he said.

Sapphire, still bitching, didn’t hear. The whole group of us stood up and started moving back to the VIP room, Sapphire bitching the whole way that she’d been sitting there first and I was a backstabbing bitch.

In the VIP room my customer directed her to do a dance for one of his friends, and then did two dances with me. Sapphire sat and glared at me all through the second one. When we were done she started complaining loudly again.

“Look,” I told her, “obviously this is a problem. Let’s go talk it out with the manager.”

“Oh hell no, we ain’t bringin her into this! We gonna talk about this right now.”

“Other people are doing dances back here and we’re ruining the whole vibe, let’s just take it out of the VIP room,” I told her.

She kept yelling.

“This is really unprofessional. I’m going to go get the manager.” I walked out.

The bouncer was staring at the VIP room door looking very worried, and the manager was on her way over from the bar.

Much yelling and non-resolution followed.

After work I came to my summer lovers house. We slept in the van and it was beautiful. Later, a telephone spat and the knowledge that I’ve been here too long.

I might take tonight off to think about that and all that it implies.

Tags: Stripping · The day-to-day of it all

0 responses so far ↓

  • 1 ruby // Jul 22, 2007 at 11:56 pm

    summer lover? ohh tell us more!

  • 2 Sam from Seattle // Jul 23, 2007 at 1:18 pm

    Seems like this kind of drama might occur even if you’d only been there for a single day. Also, I might say that you could kind of see how the other stripper would be upset (after all, she probably had no way of knowing that you left to do your stage number as opposed to the customer declining a dance).

  • 3 davka // Jul 23, 2007 at 1:25 pm

    This is why we heard little legends of you all the way in South Dakota last summer. We got a batch of new girls from all over and “Honey” just came from Alaska. We asked about you and she answered, “Oh I remember that bitch. She was a real bitch. She made bank though.” “Oh yeah?” I asked. “Yeah” she answered, sucking on a fireball, “that bitch made killer bank.”

    Haha. I love you and miss you. I aspire to your bitchdom daily.

    and your writing is making me jealous.

  • 4 HoboStripper // Jul 23, 2007 at 5:03 pm

    I’m really not a bitch. Everyone else loves me (except that one girl who insists that I’m getting finger banged in the VIP).

    But hey, that girl you met in SD is back and she told me what you said about me. 😈 😆

  • 5 HoboStripper // Jul 23, 2007 at 5:06 pm

    Sam, me and the other stripper know each other. All she had to do was listen, because the first thing I said was that I’d gone to go up on stage, and practically the second was that we should do double dances. If she’d have smiled and played along (like, “oooh, I love doing double dances with Tara, this is gonna be hot baby”) we both would have made double what I made off of him.

  • 6 Chalis Jenns // Jun 4, 2008 at 3:25 pm

    I hear ya girl!!! Sometimes the customers are awesome and it’s another girl’s drama what puts a dent into the evening. Hang in there and keep writing!!! 😎

  • 7 Vegas Escort Lover // Jun 14, 2008 at 11:44 am

    I am a big guy and I must say that someone who is so sweet, and is smart enough to reference chess in her analogy is exactly the kind of dancer I love. Normally I always will choose to spaend time and money on a girl such as yourself because you act like you want to be with me. I’ts nice to be treated like a person and not a commodity – thanks for being the way you are.

  • 8 Quixotic Dancer // Jul 30, 2008 at 3:06 am

    😈 This kind of crap drives me nuts. There is nothing to make you want to quit stripping quite like catspats with other strippers.

  • 9 Jack // Nov 30, 2008 at 10:45 am

    I really liked your adventure in this posting. It sounds like you had a lot of fun. This club needs to be a lot busier so the bouncers have more to do. I found kind of a cool resource for strip clubs at http://www.thestripclubexpert.com

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