Ok. Now let us try this again. Unfortunately my computer likes to piss me off...alot. It just likes to randomly shut off while I feel like I'm rearranging my little virtual world here. And the facebook fanpage word I have never dabbled in. And trying to link blogger to another email when its a gmail account kinda sucks.
Well to start this post off. I was originally planning on writing about "How I became I stripper." since alot of customers and friends like to ask me that anyway. However I had a different idea and I think that story will be a two-parter so you will have a light-hearted story about a stripper named "Island." (I changed the names for my friends protection as will all the dancers names be changed in this blogs. No stalkers .
So I warned my friend about this when I started this blog. Im sure she still chuckles at herself for this but it happens to almost every girl. Maybe I can get her to post for me another crazy story she told me when I first started working.
So I had only been working say...a month. Really really new and naive. Island I had known for maybe a year before I began stripping and she and I messed around a bit back then. I love strippers ;-). Anyway she had gotten to work the morning shift getting there around 11am. I didnt get to work until 1pm. She had a group of 3 IT guys, one of which I found out later with them had done some work for my mother when she ran a call center that I worked at here in town. This customer also knew a couple people that worked with my mom. Strange who you run into at the strip club. So I try not to sit with customers for hours but I was having such a good time talking with Island and drinking with these guys I didnt really care, it was kinda slow and these guys were buying dances afterall.
Island had told me that she needs to "sip" her Long Island Ice teas because SHE IS A LIGHTWEIGHT. But shes kinda like me (and Im no lightweight) where one minute I'll be fine and the next minute and atomic bomb couldnt wake me up. So we were drinking and dancing with these guys and she gets up to turn around on the customer and falls over backwards cracking her head on the back of a table behind us! I thought the girl had a concussion. And shes such an adorable drunk too. Such a sweet girl. It'll have to be my my next post when I tell you my "Coming out into the stripper world" how I ended up running into her again when I started.
I went to our manager who was working, Andrew. And told him I had to take Island home. I had my van back then as I was stripping and living out of it pretty much. I helped her into the dressing room which is upstairs.
OK WHY DO YOU PUT A DRESSING ROOM UPSTAIRS WHEN YOU HAVE HALF A ROOM OF DRUNK STRIPPERS? WERE ON REALLY HIGH SHOES WALKING ON CARPET HALF THE TIME. WE FALL.I swear there should be a sign at the door saying that the customer assumes all responsibility for strippers falling.
So, I help her up and I actually have to dress the poor alcohol reeking girl, get her money together, tip out to the manager for her and take her home. I actually help her saint of a boyfriend help her get into bed. Fun times. So yes this is the first of prolly many falling stripper stories.
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