Now you can drink it, bastard! I thought while I was forcefully smiling at him.
It’s quite funny to see when a woman comes to the club and she tries to outdo the strippers. I told you earlier, there is such a big competition between the girls already, but some female customers want to show us she can get the same attention, without knowing anything about our job. She asks if she’s allowed to go on stage and do a dance. Usually, the little devil whispers in his ears and the manager doesn’t say no, just for fun. But for us, it’s just pathetic seeing a “normal” woman trying to spin on the pole and seduce the audience, just like we do. Yes, usually she’s drunk as hell, and her movement is uncoordinated.
She has no idea that dancing on stage is just one little part of our work, selling drinks, participating in mind games and dealing with difficult customers require more, than just having the courage to take off our bra in public.
Sometimes they didn’t even ask if they can go on stage; it happened in Belgium that two women came in with their partners, they ordered a bottle of champagne, and all night they were running around the club without their blouses. Although the worst, when a dancer of another club comes in and she wants to show off on stage that she’s better than everybody in the room. Women, eh? Do you believe now that it is such a competitive world?
In Luxembourg, I remember there were two men and a woman, they were colleagues and they came in after a company event. They were pretty pissed already but booked me in the open VIP lounge with a bottle of champagne. I, the stripper was elegantly sitting on the sofa drinking the champagne while the woman was taking the alcohol like a sponge. The guys begged me to do a striptease, but they didn’t want to pay for a private dance – and in that case, I don’t earn money – so I danced a little for both men but with my clothes on. Just for a little teasing, they might change their minds and be willing to pay for a private dance. Suddenly the woman thought she can do it better, she pushed me back to the sofa, and she started to “dance” in front of her colleagues. She took her top off, she was touching herself and rubbing her body to their crotches.
“Darling, you are way too wrong if you think this is my job!” I thought but said nothing. I was only wondering how she could look in their eyes the next day at work.
When the champagne was gone and she started to get in their pants, I decided to leave the table. There was nothing more left for me from the part of the entertaining and the sensual fantasies, she did everything to them.
I don’t compete with such a woman! They ordered one more bottle of champagne but they didn’t book another dancer. After 15 minutes out of curiosity I glanced to the VIP, it was open so I could see what was going on. One of the guys fingered her even then.
And people call me a slut because I’m a professional stripper! Isn’t it ironic?
Stripping is an expensive job emotionally, people with tempers find me often. Not only customers but girls also if there is something bothers them. Sometimes I feel I’m doing a therapy session at work.
It’s not only the hustle and the drunken customers make us drained but the mental games. The following story happened in Germany. The customer bought a huge bouquet of flowers to one of the girls in the club, but she left them in the changing room because she couldn’t take them home. Actually, she gave them to another dancer who took them home. Moral lesson: Don’t post any present on Facebook if you didn’t directly get them! She posted a photo posing with the flowers and the guy next day came back to the club and was complaining and arguing for hours about the flowers and how unfair was for the other girl to take them home. Useless to say, neither of the girls was working, he had no guts to tell them face to face.
Please, don’t confuse us with your therapist!
(From the book Bedtime Stories from Stripperland)
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