With the onset of the holidays, my usual 'hope' for shifts turned into a literal Christmas shower of amazing closing shift-gifts. Friday Dec. 23rd - Monday the 26th, and Thursday Dec. 29th - Tuesday Jan 3rd. With two fire nights and a New Years' Day Sinferno show thrown in there. (Oh and the 3 mornings in between closes I had to work at my Breakfast restaurant job at 6am.) AMAZING! This is how I want my dancer life to be. Working at the club I strip at, the other I fire-strip at and the 3rd I fire-pole/theme dance at, all weekend long, all the time. Sign me up, 2012! I'm ready for this shit! I bought myself a car 2 days before Xmas and was able to fill my savings back up with these 10 shifts. Lucky me! I had got hit by a car while on my motorcycle and in true Lark fashion, I walked away practically unscathed. Insurance is gonna take care of everything, and I'm left with a kinda still swollen foot, that's not broken, and a good settlement. It's a Kawanza miracle.. ha!
It's been kind of a blur for 2 weeks, so many faces, lots of lap dances, (Bryan & Seth, you're rad! Hi Alex! I would totally do you!) Last night had to be a most note able experience. It brings up a blog entry from diary of an angry stripper. I can't seem to find it, but I think it was titled, "things to say to get a girl to stop talking to you". My first interaction with said customer was when I was sitting next to the stage, picking out music on my iPhone for my next set. I look up to this guy, rambling on, pulling up his sleeves and pant leg to expose 3 horribly done tattoos older than I am. "Wow, that's nice!" I had no idea where he came from, just walked up and started talking to me looking down at Instagram & figuring which hip hop song I was feelin'. He disappeared before I got up to go finish my drink. Very close to the end of the night, the same guy walks up to me at the bar slides his hand down my back to my butt and I squeal out, "do not touch me!" My bouncer quickly intercepts and scolds this dude, he backs off but starts with more rambling. "I'm 6'4", 200lbs, I own my own upholstery business, I make $200,000 a year, my name is Kevin, I'm 51. Do I look 51? Do you think I'm cute?" all without missing a beat, or taking a breath. "Wow. I'm 5'5", 135 lbs, I make $12,000 a year and take off my top for dollars..?" Not really sure where he was going with this.. until the propositioning starts. "Well I've got a lot of money, and you're hot baby (ew) and you could have $212,000 a year if you stick with me, what are you doing later..? There was this one time I was out at ____ club (notoriously full of hookers) and I was spending thousands on 4 girls and then we all went back to her place in Vancouver and she took $200 from my wallet and I ate her pussy. I didn't fuck her, I was too drunk to get it up. I have to take viagra, yeah, I just took one." "Wow, that sure sounds like a prostitute to me, and I'm not one of those, unless you want a dance, and you don't touch me again, I'm kinda busy". He wound up settling down a bit & getting 2 dances. "No sorry, I'm not gonna hang out with you, that's not really my style. I'm gonna go home and go to sleep." He kept doing the 'bob & weave' (they lean into you, you keep moving away) but didn't touch me. When I was getting walked out he rounded the corner and said "Hey baby, where's the after party? I've got $100, let's go!" As my very intimidating bouncer intervened and told him to go across the street to the 'jack shack'. We walked past a van with Upholstery company decals all over it full of the tweakers that were on all of our rack's earlier, forgetting to tip. Good lord, drugs are bad.
I need to make a note on the behavior of staff towards dancers in the past few weeks too. Not everyone has Holiday cheer. A few DJ's and Bartenders need to remember that we, as dancers are not employees of the club. (You're not my fuckin' Dad!) We are independent contractors that pay you tips for services provided. We are only obligated to pay for a stage fee as stated in our contract, and TIP bouncers, DJ's, waitresses, and bartenders. It makes me miss St. Louis, the girls are treated differently because we don't have to act like we work for the staff. We work for ourselves!
It's been kind of a blur for 2 weeks, so many faces, lots of lap dances, (Bryan & Seth, you're rad! Hi Alex! I would totally do you!) Last night had to be a most note able experience. It brings up a blog entry from diary of an angry stripper. I can't seem to find it, but I think it was titled, "things to say to get a girl to stop talking to you". My first interaction with said customer was when I was sitting next to the stage, picking out music on my iPhone for my next set. I look up to this guy, rambling on, pulling up his sleeves and pant leg to expose 3 horribly done tattoos older than I am. "Wow, that's nice!" I had no idea where he came from, just walked up and started talking to me looking down at Instagram & figuring which hip hop song I was feelin'. He disappeared before I got up to go finish my drink. Very close to the end of the night, the same guy walks up to me at the bar slides his hand down my back to my butt and I squeal out, "do not touch me!" My bouncer quickly intercepts and scolds this dude, he backs off but starts with more rambling. "I'm 6'4", 200lbs, I own my own upholstery business, I make $200,000 a year, my name is Kevin, I'm 51. Do I look 51? Do you think I'm cute?" all without missing a beat, or taking a breath. "Wow. I'm 5'5", 135 lbs, I make $12,000 a year and take off my top for dollars..?" Not really sure where he was going with this.. until the propositioning starts. "Well I've got a lot of money, and you're hot baby (ew) and you could have $212,000 a year if you stick with me, what are you doing later..? There was this one time I was out at ____ club (notoriously full of hookers) and I was spending thousands on 4 girls and then we all went back to her place in Vancouver and she took $200 from my wallet and I ate her pussy. I didn't fuck her, I was too drunk to get it up. I have to take viagra, yeah, I just took one." "Wow, that sure sounds like a prostitute to me, and I'm not one of those, unless you want a dance, and you don't touch me again, I'm kinda busy". He wound up settling down a bit & getting 2 dances. "No sorry, I'm not gonna hang out with you, that's not really my style. I'm gonna go home and go to sleep." He kept doing the 'bob & weave' (they lean into you, you keep moving away) but didn't touch me. When I was getting walked out he rounded the corner and said "Hey baby, where's the after party? I've got $100, let's go!" As my very intimidating bouncer intervened and told him to go across the street to the 'jack shack'. We walked past a van with Upholstery company decals all over it full of the tweakers that were on all of our rack's earlier, forgetting to tip. Good lord, drugs are bad.
I need to make a note on the behavior of staff towards dancers in the past few weeks too. Not everyone has Holiday cheer. A few DJ's and Bartenders need to remember that we, as dancers are not employees of the club. (You're not my fuckin' Dad!) We are independent contractors that pay you tips for services provided. We are only obligated to pay for a stage fee as stated in our contract, and TIP bouncers, DJ's, waitresses, and bartenders. It makes me miss St. Louis, the girls are treated differently because we don't have to act like we work for the staff. We work for ourselves!
