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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 in 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. 🙂

Almost Miss Hungary

Linked to my previous post, in 2001 I went to a beauty pageant where I won the 2nd prize.

When I started modelling, I often travelled to Budapest for a test or portfolio shooting. Once I was waiting for the metro at Deak ter, when a short chubby guy stepped to me.

“Hey, you should apply to Miss Hungary! I’m the one who organises it!”

“Yeah, yeah..” and I turned my head to the opposite direction “Of course!”

The guy was quite arrogant and I was sure he was just trying to sell his BS to me in the hope of getting my number. I forgot about him quickly. The same year I watched Miss Hungary on the TV not having any other watchable program. I almost dropped the remote control when I saw that short guy on the screen! I started to laugh. Oh well, I missed my big chance having my 15 minutes of fame. My excuse, I’m not from the capital and I didn’t really follow the beauty pageants. Maybe I was naive but I had no idea who was that guy. But his approach was arrogant and I rejected him out of hand.

But then in 2001 I had my guts and applied to the one in my region, it is a big annual event there. I was selected for the final. The preparation was fun with trying different clothes, hairdressers, make-up artist, photographers. My favourite was to choose the wedding dress for one of the choreography. Every girl wanted to choose the big princess dress, but I trusted the lady’s taste who chose me a simple but very elegant dress which fits perfectly with my figure. (This dress is still waiting for me because they offered it for my big day.) I didn’t think about to win but I wanted to be a part of it. Among us, we knew who’s going to win anyway by the way how they treated the 3 girls differently. We had an open full-dress rehearsal where the judges were already there. I have this thing whenever I perform on stage, I like to have eye contact with customers otherwise I don’t even smile. I don’t see the point of making the effort to smile. What if nobody watches? So back then I did the process of learning the choreographies without a single smile. But at the rehearsal when there was an audience there, I shined on the stage! I got my million-carat smile, rehashed and showed it up.

Next day I felt the difference when I was sitting in the chair in the hair salon and 3 hairdressers tried to bring the best out of my hair. And in the evening – thanks for my smile – I stood up from nowhere to the 2nd place. And it was such a good feeling. It was not something I won because I slept with one of the judges or my mum was a friend of the organiser. I got it because of myself. And my family and close friends were so proud of me!

What do you do in private?

“It’s called a private dance. So guess what? I’m dancing!”

“Ahh! Only dancing?”

I hate this question so much! My job is selling an erotic fantasy, nothing more, nothing less.

So here it is what I’m doing in private (dedicated to the one who wished to read more fantasies on my blog):

You pay for the dance at the bar. When the payment is gone through I hold your hand and take you to the VIP area. I smile because I’m happy to tease such a handsome man! I open the curtains and there is a cosy leather sofa, some candles and soft music playing in the background. Everything is set up for a seductive mood.

I seat you in the middle of the sofa and I sit on top of you. Let’s the game start! Keeping eye contact my hand goes down on your body until your trousers and I take off your belt. (Don’t be so happy, it’s just because not so comfy grinding on the metal buckle.) I ease off your tie and open the top buttons on your shirt. I touch your arms: “Oh, you’re so strong!” I know you need a little adulation and my words are music to your ears. I stand up keeping a bit of a distance so you can see me in the candlelight. I start to dance and slowly take off my dress. I let your eyes wondering on each part of my body. I follow your glare with my hand and softly caress my body and play with my hair. I come closer to you and I place one foot on the sofa on your side. My inner tight touch your face and you feel the softness of my skin on your cheek. You’re shy to touch me but I place your hands on my waist. “A soft touch is allowed” telling you playfully and I let you grab my bum. But I’m the boss so nothing can happen without my permission.

Then I sit down on your lap and I lean forward. I run the tip of my nose on your neck, I don’t kiss but let my lips gently touch your skin and move my hips on you. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment. But before you enjoy it too much and you start to moan, I stand up. (Remember, the private dance is not about you finishing off.)

A little dance against the wall keeping the distance, then I turn and sit on your lap showing my back to you and I continue the grinding. I start slowly then I do it faster. A little twerking on your penis for fun and you’re getting to be excited. Then I lean back, you can see my body over my shoulder. I pull down the straps of my bra and I ask you to open it on the back. You happily follow my request. I still hold my bra when I stand up and turn then suddenly I throw it to your face. Don’t be so smiley, you can’t keep it as a present!

I come closer to you and I press my boobies to your face imitating to give a kiss with them on your cheeks. I still press my naked breasts to your chest, I slide down the floor. Now I’m kneeling in front of you almost in the same position if I would give you a blowjob. Our eyes are engaged and I let your fantasy soar. “Do you like it?” I press my boobies against your penis and give a little massage with them until your breath starts to be heavy.

I stand up and slowly take off my panties. Again I keep distance and let your eyes wondering on my fully naked body but suddenly our song is finished. I blow a feathery kiss to your cheek and I say a “Thank you.”

(And usually, you would say: “I don’t want to finish, I pay one more!”)

Dollar? No dollar? Scheiße egal!

(I would translate it as f***it, doesn’t matter.)

I like the system when the club has its own house dollars for tipping the dancers. It’s like Monopoly money, fun and can give a solid income on a busy night. In Germany most of the clubs have them. When I finish my 2 songs stage performance, I go topless to each customers asking for dollars and they put it in my string. End of the night each dollar count €0.5 to my budget, which is not a lot but if the night was busy it’s easy to collect 50-100 dollars, sometimes even more. We share the tips with the club, so the club keeps the other €0.5. It’s fair enough, in some clubs I’m not allowed to keep the tips at all. I like when the club makes the customers buy the dollars. Let’s say the entrance fee is €10 but they get 10 dollars. Like it was in Luxembourg. In that case, even if they don’t pay anything to the girls, each customer give tips at least. And they rarely take it home keeping it as a souvenir.

My job is to go to everybody. If they don’t have dollars, try to sell them.
“Sorry, I don’t have dollars.”

“No problem, I can take euros, pounds, sterling silver or credit card!” and I press my boobs showing there is a possibility to swipe the card. Usually, it makes them smile and they buy some dollars.

I remember a long time ago I worked in Salzburg where the club had 2 floors. The stage was downstairs and a small bar upstairs. The rules were very strict, I had to go each time to the bar to see if anybody there and ask for dollars before I enter the changing room. It was exhausting, up and down on the stairs all night. Sometimes it was funny when there were no people, we made jokes with the barmen waving some salviette they wanted to put in my panties. Other night when I worked in Nice, I had a customer who showered the stage during my dance with 100 dollars, papers were everywhere and I had to be careful where to step because it can be slippery. In Brussels, the club didn’t have the dollars, but after the stage show, I still had to go to customers asking for tips. The smallest note is €5 and I could keep all the tips so it was also good. Once a guy was so drunk and he tossed a €50 note in my string. That’s really an easy money to make in a few seconds just to go there and ask if he’d like to tip. Some places I don’t make this tour after the dance, but collecting the dollars is part of the stage show. For example in Antwerp, I hated it, because there is a huge gap between the stage and the customers and every time someone wanted to give me a dollar I had to climb over this gap. It can be dangerous if you’ve had a few drinks! Some guys love to put the dollar in their mouth and ask the girls to take it with her tits. Or mouth to mouth. I always wonder if they are aware of where these dollars were before.. maybe in another guy’s mouth or even worse, in his pants touching his sweaty body. It’s fun but I really don’t like to take it with my lips. Not to mention that you can get some serious bacterial infection.

But the truth is, you come to the club, you have a few beers and 10-20 dollars, even you don’t buy drinks or private dances and you don’t spend a fortune but you still have good points and the girls don’t look at you like you are an idiot saying between themselves “at least he has dollars!” But not everyone’s giving it easily. Here in Osnabrück, I’ve been asked: “Was machst du?” (what do you do?) and the guy showed me a dollar with a huge grin on his face as he has the victory flag in his hand or at least he’s holding a €200 note… Hm, let me think… your dollar means €0.5 to me. What should I do for it? Or the other one who asked me straight away to sit in his lap for a dollar. “The lapdance is over there in the private. Here is no touching.” And he was a bit upset. One dollar won’t make me rich, keep it if you wish! There are others that want to give me with no conditions! But the rudest situation when I went to the table and the guy without even looking at me he tossed a €2 coin to me. “And what should I do with that? Buy some dollars!” and I turned and left. When I make my round, I’m not begging for money. It’s part of the entertaining, part of the fun. Giving coins is rude and humiliating although I know some girls would take it without thinking.

And just an idea at the end: if you really want to tip your favourite dancer with real money, fold it in a little piece (it doesn’t require origami skills) and put it in the front of her string. Not even the most honest dancer would give it to the club and share it after counting the dollars alone in the changing room.

Laura’s research into lapdance experienses 3.

“Do you see your work as a type of acting? (like an actress going onto a stage and performing a certain identity, pretending to be a different person)”

“Why do you chose to use a different name to your actual name? Is your stage name may be part of a different part of your identity that you act?”

Most of the burlesque classes start with the lesson of how to build up your persona. In strip clubs, there is no such a class, but it all starts with choosing your dancer name. I used to work using the short form of my real name, but in non-English speaker countries, it doesn’t sound sexy at all. Girls choose a dancer name to hide their real identity. Before you ask yourself, no, it’s not my real name. And I’m not named after Lindsay Lohan. I’m less trouble than she is. 🙂 But it has been told I look like the Victoria’s Secret model Lindsay Ellingson (I used to be blonde that time) and I’m proud of having that name. When one of my managers told me I will be called Lindsay, I immediately felt confident with this name, and since then I use it everywhere I go. It’s easy because not so common. If I choose a name like Maria, I could be asked in every club to change it because there is a Maria already there. When they make our weekly rota or the payments documents, they use only the dancer name. Can you imagine it if is more than one Lindsay there? Or when the DJ call the next girl to the stage in the mike? They don’t even like when there are lots of similar names like Nelly, Kelly, Sally, Terry for the same reason.

But with Lindsay, I always have lots of fun as no one can write it down properly. When I see a Lizi or Lindi on the rota I smile and I know it’s me. In some countries, I can’t use it. In Japanese, it’s difficult to pronounce as they don’t have the letter “L” and they would call me Rindsay. So Mama-san gave me a name and I was Chanel. Not sure if it was better than Rindsay.

“Hello, I’m Chanel.”

“Hi Chanel, I’m Cartier.” or “Hello, I’m Hugo. Hugo Boss.”

I hated it!

But some girls having fun to change their names in every club. My friend Giselle used maybe 4 or 5 names during our work period together. And then I had to be cautious about which name should I call her in the recent club or front of the recent customer. She didn’t make it easy for me.

Talking about the persona or a different personality when I work, I don’t know. For me, there is not such a big difference. But maybe I’m just too honest and I don’t want to wear a mask at work. For me actually is the opposite. During this job, I learned a lot about myself and I became more ME than to develop a persona and play a role. I feel very lucky that I’m not one of the girls who are able to work only under the influence of drugs or alcohol. That changes the personality a lot. Sometimes I wonder about girls that they so quiet in the apartment and at work, they are totally behaving like superstars. Sometimes I make a joke that maybe I need to take the same drug to feel more confident and be more effective at work. but it’s only a matter of time when the effect is gone – together with their self-confidence.

So for me after several years spent in this business, there is a very thin line between my work personality and my real one. I don’t want to act at work and play a persona which is not me just to make more money and please the customer. (Here I’m not talking about being smiley and bubbly and funny. I can be that naturally without acting. And I also know every customer is different so I need to adopt different behaviour to work with them. I just don’t have a role at work to play.) It works like a filter. If they want a girl with certain behaviour, they don’t choose me and I can happily work with the customer who appreciates my personality without wearing a mask. But at the same time, my work has affected my personality and thanks for all those years of experiences and situations, I became a stronger person in my private life.