It’s early and there’s only one customer in the club, but we still have to go on stage. Five of us sit in plush chairs around a dark table, sipping our water, wine, and vodka-cranberries. Aria is on stage, hanging from the pole by one hand as she swings lazily around it. When her feet… Continue reading Random slow night at any-little-club, USA
Category: Stripping
Stripper Challenge!
Susan, over at River City Kitty posted a Stripper Challenge: list every club and city you’ve worked in. Here it is, by state, everyplace I’ve been naked even if it was only for a night or an audition. If you read through all of these you know you’re either a stripper or really bored. Alaska… Continue reading Stripper Challenge!
Stripping, drinking, and profundity.
The Divine is not seperate from the Beast. -Lenore Kendell I don’t normally drink at all (tho there was a time when I regularly knocked down 20+ drinks every night at work). So last night when it was slow at the begining of the night and I drank two glasses of whine with a sweet… Continue reading Stripping, drinking, and profundity.
I went to work!
It’s been like a month since I’ve worked. I’m surrounded by very industrious full time working people. My sister even works more than full time and goes to college more than full time. When my mom called me the other day and said, “oh, you answered. I thought you’d be at work.” I started to… Continue reading I went to work!
Stripping: Terms of the Trade
So you want to know how to be a stripper? Talk like one! There are a lot of words and phrases we use that are confusing, until you know what they mean. This is a short glossary. About the Money Tip Out – How much we have to pay the housemom, DJ, Bouncers, Bartenders, Waitresses,… Continue reading Stripping: Terms of the Trade
Scavenging in the new millenium, or how I stalked my winter's supply of caribou.
“I had such a good time dancing for you… I hope you’ll come back soon so we can play some more?” I said, twirling my hair, heaving my breasts, and making big lips and eyes. “I’m leaving on a bear hunting trip tomorrow, I don’t know when I’ll be back.” MEAT. That snapped me out… Continue reading Scavenging in the new millenium, or how I stalked my winter's supply of caribou.
stripping to my roots
I went to the fair with my little sister. At first it was very crowded and kind of scary and confusing. People were there to buy things, sell things, and stimulate their nervous systems on rides. I think people are so separate from themselves that they have to go on rides that give them that… Continue reading stripping to my roots
Strippers I have loved, v4
Purgatory used to be her name, when she was a bad-ass private party stripper in San Francisco. Now she’s sweet and stupid and has another name, but let’s call her Jessie. She stutters when she talks, and every fifth phrase is, “I don’t know.” As in “there was this g-guy, and I d-don’t know, I… Continue reading Strippers I have loved, v4
The stripper intelligence network
I’ve been on the phone with strippers all day. Words got out that I’m working in the little big city, and they want to know how the money is. In return, they tell me how it is where they are. I’m now up to date on the stripper money in eight different clubs in four… Continue reading The stripper intelligence network
Stripping 103: Beyond the First Night
Now you’ve worked a couple nights and you’re starting to get comfy with the club and dancing naked. But the more comfortable you get the more you see how much you have to learn. You want to sell more dances, you want to learn to sell VIP’s, and you still can’t figure out what to… Continue reading Stripping 103: Beyond the First Night