We, dancers, are naked therapist

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.

“Because you are pure and such a good person, thank you for listening to me.” I hear often.

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.

I just heard pieces of his sentences as he was talking to the bar lady, but for me, it was enough already. Literally, he was in the club for long hours complaining to everyone, including the management and other girls.
I don’t care if she sits with another customer, but she thinks they are in love with her but they are just shitting on her!”
He called all the customers assholes who are cheating on their wives just because they come to the club and pay for their favourite dancer. Anyway, he was a small, skinny guy with a high pitched voice and anger issues, kind of like he had a Napoleon syndrome.

 

To be touched by your feminine side doesn’t mean to come to the club and complain about a girl, especially when she doesn’t work that day. This man in the following four days constantly was giving a headache to everyone complaining and crying out because the girl gave the flowers to her colleague. The thought, that maybe she has a reason why she couldn’t take the flowers home didn’t cross his mind. A lot of times we’re like psychiatrists, listening to people’s problems, over and over again, people pay us just to sit there and listen to them.
Please, don’t confuse us with your therapist!

The way to a stripper’s heart

“On my journey, I have met lots of different men. Some were saints, others were sinners. If my Prince Charming hasn’t come to me on this road, I decided to set out for him. Somewhere our paths will meet and I will recognise in him the man I was waiting for in my entire life, it doesn’t matter what kind of disguise he wears to hide his true self.”

I wrote in my book if I met the right guy, I would recognise him whatever mask he wears. By the time I finished the book, I met someone special at work. I met him in the period when my book was finished but hadn’t been published yet.

How funny, I didn’t want to approach him at the beginning. He was playing on the slot machine and I didn’t want to disturb him, but my boss poked me:
“Go to him, he’s a good  customer!”

He called me and treated me like a Princess from the beginning. Can you imagine how much the other girls in the club hated me because of that?? (I wonder if he knew about what kind of book I was working on..)
In that shitty club I was working, he made me feel special.

He was not perfect, but I’m not perfect either. We had some fights, especially when I was drunk at work and I was more passionate about everything than usual. But we found compromises in everything that brought problems to the table. Sometimes the situation was a bit overheated but a few days later we were just laughing at it.

When I changed clubs and needed to travel to another city, he offered me his help that he could take me there in his car and I accepted it with no fears.
When one week later he visited me on that new place, I did something I’ve never ever done before: I paid his bill in the club because he didn’t have enough cash. He didn’t ask, I offered.
I sneaked out from work to my room above the club and brought him the money. You see, I’m not your average stripper! Paying the customer’s bill (5 bottles of expensive champagne) sounds pretty crazy, right? But I trusted him from the beginning and he paid back the last penny I gave him.
Maybe he was not my Mr Right, but he treated me in the right way as man never treated me before. It was not about the five-star hotels, but I’m not gonna lie, I loved that luxury. It was about how he opened the door for me in those hotels and how he helped me with the luggage. Or when a drunk guy at work tried to convince me why I needed immediately to have sex with him, he saw the situation, got my hand without a word and escorted me to his table. In that move there was no possession, “this is my girl” or anything, just the well-known old chivalry.

Lots of guys just dream about dating a stripper. Well, if they behave like most of our customers, no wonder why they don’t have a chance. How to put it in the right way: you have 20 balls in front of you, 19 red and only one blue. The blue one will get your attention, simply because it’s different from the others.
I’m a stripper but also a woman. And just because I’m a stripper, I don’t tolerate misbehaved guys, I would rather go for someone who is different, who knows how to treat a woman and make her feel special.

 

Merry Christmas to all!

This time of the year it always seems I’m disappearing from the eyes of the world. Indeed it’s kind of true. But don’t worry, I’m okay. I left Germany and I spend this Christmas with my family. They are happy to see me and spend some time with me as I was a little unfaithful to them in the past 5 years and I didn’t come home to celebrate Christmas with them. I was either working or just found an excuse to stay in London. This time is special and they feel honoured that I made time to come home. Too bad for them, I’m planning to stay longer than they thought. Only kidding, every time I come home, I have my place here and I’m always welcome.
I’m restless because I’m working on the book which I’d like to finish until the end of January, that’s the reason why I remain a little quieter here and on other social websites. This is an exciting time of the year for me. Family, Christmas, new year and a new start.
Wish me good luck then!
 
 
I’m wishing you all a peaceful Christmas and holiday season and I hope all your wishes come true in the New year!
 
 
 
With love,

 

Lindsay

My Top 20 chart

Sometimes I work in clubs where is a DJ, so I don’t need to select my own music to dance to. But then I have to dance on any songs he plays without any requests. In other clubs, there is a DJ and I can give him my music or even he asks me to choose my own songs. Often I’m not bothered, I just tell him to play any. As one of my managers used to say “you’re a dancer, you must to know how to move on any kind of songs.” Nothing more disappointing than seeing an amazing pole dance show when the dancer can’t follow the rhythm of her music. I’ve seen enough examples of that. If I have to choose, I always pick those that suitable for my moves.
Still, I have my favourites. And just like in anything, I like to be unique in choosing the right songs as well. I never choose the songs that you can hear on the radio every day or the classic striptease music like the You Can Leave Your Hat On. I have music from all over the world. That’s why happened that in the Caribbean I danced on German songs, in Germany I dance on French songs.
Here is the list:
20. Baby Bash ft. Akon – I’ll be your lover
19. Sido – Strip fur mich
18. Macka Diamond – Dye dye
17. Ivan Dorn vs. Klaas – The Lova
16. Maitre Gims – J’me tire
15. Tiziano Ferro – Senza scappare mai piu
14. Gyptian – Hold you
13. Massari – Real love
12. Blero – Sexy moves
11. Clara Morgane – Strip tease
10. Lil Kim – Kitty box
9. One Republic – Secrets
8. Gasparoff – Knights of Citeriya
7. Ofra Haza – Show me
6. Andreea D – Paradise
5. D’Banj – Oliver Twist
4. Isthar – Last kiss
3. Massari – Inta hayati
2. Xavier Naidoo – 20.000 Meilen
1. Kymani Marley – Royal vibes

Here is also a playlist: 
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-9O4rU_GHeKBOyjkAq_W1WxnXSrsqXcH
There is no special order between the songs, I equally like them. It depends on my mood which one I prefer to dance to. But the No.1. is on the first place, because whenever I danced on this song, girls couldn’t wait for me leaving the club and they could use it for their own performance. So it’s not just my No.1.!

And then when I have to make a special show, I like to do a little belly dance. These are the songs for my fantasy shows:


Sarah Brightman – Harem
Alanis Morisette – I remain
Amr Diab – Tamally Maak

So that is the list of my favourite songs. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy dancing on them. 🙂




How men approach a stripper

My job is to approach clients, I keep it in mind. But different men, different rules. Some don’t even bother to be nice, when he sees I’m going to his table, just lifts up his hand in the air showing I’m not welcome there. Others are talking to me for long minutes without buying me a drink and then they are surprised why I stop answering them or apologise that I must go to work. 
So let’s see here what are the most behaviour of men in approaching a dancer: 
 
The shy guy – He never approaches the girl. He is sitting alone or with a friend holding his drink. If the girl smiles at him, he’s embarrassed. Usually, he waits until the girl goes over to his table. (I would say this is the most common type of customers.)
The self-confident type – He comes to the girl with a wide smile and speaks very loud. I’m his “babe” from the very first minute. He needs all the attention of all the girls. And he can be pretty upset if he doesn’t get it.
The drunk guy – When he comes to you, you can’t decide he comes to you or the girl next to you. He’s walking in zigzag. And when he starts to speak, you can’t focus on his words but a very bad smell from his mouth from the alcohol he previously drunk. If the girl can manage to take him into the private, maybe he falls asleep.
I’ve seen a private closed with curtains because a drunk guy was sleeping on the floor in an unbelievable pose. His only luck was that he spent enough money so the manager decided to let him sleep there.
These guys usually will come back the next day because they lost something.
The bachelor – He is not my favourite. He comes to the club in a ridiculous outfit in some country. South Africa is the winner, there I saw guys dressed up as a woman, Superman, a bride, the Pink Panther and the most popular was a baby outfit holding a dummy or some alcohol in a baby bottle. He usually arrives fucked up drunk with his friend. And usually, his friends have more fun than himself. In a lucky day, they ask for a special show on stage that usually ends with the poor guy being beaten up with his own belt. But lots of time they are annoying not to know what exactly they want.
The complete liar – He comes to you with a complete lie. I had a guy who said he is in the military but probably I have more muscles than him. And when his friend came over I asked him if he is also military and he said yes, I was just laughing. Unbelievable some guys what kind of lies are able to say just to impress a woman!
The desperate guy – Desperately needs sex. If he has money, he will offer a bigger amount to go for a “dinner” with him. If he is a cheaper type, he offers a smaller amount. Or if he’s really a cheap one, he tells you he will pay you a dance only if he can touch you or you give him a handjob.

And our dream guy – He’s polite and clean. Smiles at you and invite you for a drink. He knows what kind of place he entered and respects the rules. He doesn’t need to spend a lot, but he knows we are there to work and he doesn’t waste our time. If he doesn’t like the girl, he is able to tell that politely(!) not like “I want a girl with bigger boobs” 

Luckily you can find these type in clubs too!