Friday, May 6, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
My Stripping Origins-PART 2
So Part 2 eh...well where did we leave off. I was cornered by Daisy's ex-girlfriend when she realized that I was Daisy's new playtoy. So I was still very confused the next morning as to what I wanted to do. My roommate offerred to front me the money to buy a pair of heels and a couple of outfits so I could go audition if I decided to do so. However I always thought of myself as the girl who wished she had the balls (metaphorically speaking) to be a stripper. I always envisioned dancers as strong-willed women who knew exactly what they wanted and demanded it because they feel a sense of entitlement. They are beautiful and strong and get whatever they want, while I am usually very shy and indecisive. I also have a serious fear of rejection, something that you cannot show in a strip club. The girls will walk all over you and steal your customers under your nose, steal from you, give you misinformation and snitch on you at any given oppurtunity. The only advantage I had in this situation was the fact that I was friends with one of the most tenured dancers in the club. The other main quality I was lacking that falls in with the fear of rejection is that I have very little confidence in myself sometimes. But I do have to tell you girls (and maybe some gents out there) that dancing boosted my confidence higher than it has ever been.
So I did (obviously) decide to audition. My roommate and I went to Fascinations where I opened my entertainer's account which gives me a 15% discount on all lingere and other stripperwear. I walk into the club around 3pm. One of the day managers who I did not know was working. I just told him that I had filled out an application the night before and talked to Andrew who said that he would hire me "on the spot". The manager again does a once over me and agrees. So scared shitless he shows me up to the locker room upstairs where I start to get dressed. I am sitting up there alone shaking horribly while trying to put on my 6-inch heels. By the way, I have worn heels once before in my life and they were short little 2-inch heels when I went to a Christmas formal in high school. I have never been that girly, I did not like wearing dresses. I was a tom-boy all throughout high school and the only reason I had "femm-ed up" was because of the last girlfriend that I had that liked to play "my-size barbie", and she had turned me into being a girly girl sometimes. So I'm sitting there shakling and this girl comes into the locker room and she is wearing this pink playmate outfit. She turns to me and sees me having trouble putting on my heels and in the sweetest, most welcoming voice she asks,
[Bunny]"Are you new?"
[ME]*shakes head vigorously up and down* "Yeah..."
[Bunny]"Well my name is Bunny, do you want me to talk to the manager and see if I can get off of rotation and help you out?"
[ME]"That would be amazing. I don't even know how to walk in heels."
[Bunny]"Ok, when you are done we shall go together and talk to the manager if I can help you practice on the rickety pole we have up here."
So I after a few minutes of fumbling, I finally get my shoes on and she shows me how to walk in my heels. I'm trying to cross my feet slightly as I walk without falling down and hold onto the rail on the stairs for dear life. I don't want to fall before I even get on that stage. She goes and asks Vincent the manager on duty if she can show me the ropes and tell me the prices, areas and whatnot. He does not see a problem with that. In fact the managers encourage the tenured dancers to take new ones under they're wing if they are comfortable. I was being asked to train new girls after I had only been there a month. Oh and by the way my roommate was staying for my audition dance and I felt awkward because he is a guy but comfortable at the same time because there was someone there that I knew. So Bunny and I go out for a cigarette to calm my nerves before we go back upstairs to try out the pole.
The pole upstairs is a spinner pole that is not anchored at the top. Bunny tells me, "If you can learn to dance on this piece of shit you can dance on any pole." If you pull to much weight on the pole after a spin the base will actually shift and its kinda scary and the box you dance on is very very small. It's like 4 feet x 4 feet. Ridiculous. So she teaches me a couple spins up there, and then she asks me to wait for a good song and do a pole dance for her. I am so embarrassed. She wants me to dance, which is something I could not even do with my ex-girlfriend at a party unless I was drunk. I DO NOT DANCE IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. I had a traumatic experience as a 4-year old in ballet. We were dressed as elephants in tu-tus as the theme for the recital was "Under the Big Top" and we were supposed to run around in a circle on the stage and little me stands right in the middle of the stage, jaw wide open, staring like a deer in headlights, for the rest of the dance and then I just bolt off the stage. My grandmother made like 30 copies of the tape and sent it to EVERY living member of the family. Haunted me forever. So Bunny sits with me and my roommate and she asks me if I mind if she does some dances for him. I told her that he is not going to get any from me so I don't care. I down 4 shots of Patron before I get my skinny ass on that stage.
I just tried to keep moving and a common mistake for new dancers is that they dance too fast and the customers get kind of overwhelmed but I kept thinking that if I slowed down the guys would see how bad I was shaking and not do well. Bunny came and tipped me first which made me feel alot more comfortable dancing for girls. It kinda got me started in my groove. I only made like $3 on my first stage but it was not that bad once I got started. My roommate kept buying me and Bunny drinks and finally Daisy gets there around 5 or 6 which made me feel somewhat more nervous because now this extremely hot girl is going to see me dance like a fool on a pole. She gave me some advice to slow down but I was still so nervous that they would see me shake.
There was this 20-something boy with red plastic rimmed glasses sitting directly in front of main stage and he tipped me when I was on main stage for my second set and so I try to press down the fear in my gut and approach him and ask for a dance. He actually says yes!
[HIM]"So how long have you been dancing here?"
[ME]"Actually this is my first day."
[HIM]"Really? You are pretty good."
[ME]*blushes* "So would you like to buy a dance?" I ask as I try to put my arm around his shoulder I accidentally smack him in the face with my elbow, hitting him in the glasses. I am soooo embarrassed at this point but he and his friends just laugh at my clumsiness and I start dancing for him. He actually buys 3 dances off of me and I have seen him since then but I guess he only likes dances off of new girls because I have never gotten one from him again. Or maybe he is just scared that I will abuse him some more.
I go smoke and walk into the bathroom and who do I see but a heavily intoxicated Daisy having a serious amount of trouble putting her top back on. "I just had a bottle of champagne in the VIP." she tells me. I just giggle as I tie her top back on for her. I come back in the bathroom about an hour later, as I have to break the seal again. As it was my first night I was drinking pretty heavily out of nervousness. I see her in there again and she is even more plastered as she had polished off another bottle of champagne with her customer up in the VIP. Again I help her put her top back on and watch her shuffle back up the stairs to the VIP room.
I stayed until closing. And I made about $100 on my first night. No too bad I thought. I had already decided in my mind that if I don't make a semi-substantial amount of money that stripping was not for me. But I had so much positive reinforcement from my friends that my confidence had improved. And for a minute I did feel like that strong-willed woman that was entitled to the money these guys were spending. I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROOOOAR!! My roommate had already left before midnight leaving me to work on my own. Daisy had already left to go to the casino for her and her boyfriends birthdays as they are like 3 days apart. I drive myself (a little intoxicated) back to my apartment on the north east side and once I pull in the driveway I decide to call up Daisy. Her boyfriend Ray picks up the phone and asks what I am doing. I tell him I had just pulled up at home. He tells me I should drive down to the Desert Diamond Casino and hang out with them for their birthdays. Impulsively I say YES!
I go into my apartment though to tell my roommate that I'm heading down to the casino to meet up with Daisy and Ray and he tells me that I should not go because I am already pretty drunk. But since I am drunk and my mind had been made up. I put some clothes in my back pack and get back in my van and drive (very carefully) down to the other side of town to get to the casino.
I meet them at the Black Jack table and Paul orders us some drinks and gives me $50 to gamble for them. After they lost the money they had on them and I was up $30 we go to their hotel room for drinks. Daisy tells me that she invited one of our mutual friends that also works at Ten's, Island. Remember the "falling strippers" post? So we go back down to the casino floor and wait near the bathrooms for her. Island passes right by me at the door to go into the bathroom and does not even recognize me. Daisy is at the sink and when Island gets out of the stall and starts washing her hands I come up behind her and kick in the butt lightly. She spins around finally recognizing me.
[Island]"Syd?! I know her (Daisy) from work...How do you guys know eachother?"
[Me]"Well now you know me from work too."
[Island]"What?"
[Daisy]"She works at Ten's now."
[Island]"As a dancer?"
[Me]"Yeah, its her fault." *pointing to Daisy*
[Daisy]*smiles*
So we make our way out of the bathroom. I see that Island is still dating the same guy. (who she is still with now, they are such a cute couple it kinda makes me puke in my mouth a little bit.) We all go back up to the hotel room and smoke and drink with Island and her boyfriend. Unfortunately they do not stay too long just a couple of hours. After they leave we end up back at the Black Jack table and for some reason I am having amazing beginner's luck. I had never been to a casino before, never gambled before and Daisy was more than excited for "popping my casino cherry". All of a sudden it is like 6 am and we decide that we want to go swimming. I do not have any swim wear with me. I was not prepared for that. Ray goes down to the gift shop and buy me and Daisy matching tank tops and shorts to go swimming in. We end up in the jacuzzi and me and Daisy just start making out and all of a sudden we are topless in the jacuzzi and Ray is taking pictures. I still have one of them. I love it, it makes me smile every time I see it. I will never forget my first time at the casino. Thanks Daisy and Ray! I am so tired and sore from the night before. Even though I was in flats I still felt like I was walking in 6-inch heels. And then I feel this pain on the inside of my thigh. Daisy pulls my jeans off to see a bruise the size of Texas. Her jaw drops. "What the fuck did you do?"
[Me]"I don't know. Obviously I did something wrong but I was a little intoxicated last night and I guess I hit that pole a little too hard."
She tells me that I am definately not going to work that day and calls the manager and tells him that she has kidnapped me and tied me to the bed. Not kidding! That was always her excuse for my bruises. "Tell them that I did that to you." Thanks Daisy. So it is like noon and we have not slept. Daisy is still running on energy drinks and I am passed out on the bed. They go out and gamble and I finally wake up a couple hours later when they come back in. Ray leaves to go somewhere, I do not remember where and Daisy starts putting the moves on me and we are totally going at it when Ray walks in. I just freeze up but she tells me not to worry. And then he starts taking pictures! I hope to god those are not on the net anywhere Ray! So I spent two wonderful nights with Daisy and Ray just having a blast at the casino. The afternoon after the second night I take them home to their apartment. And that concludes Daisy bringing me into the world of stripperdom. Thank you Daisy you have definately changed my life forever. And you too Ray. I will never forget you guys. Please stay tuned for more of my antics in the club. They only get weirder.
So I did (obviously) decide to audition. My roommate and I went to Fascinations where I opened my entertainer's account which gives me a 15% discount on all lingere and other stripperwear. I walk into the club around 3pm. One of the day managers who I did not know was working. I just told him that I had filled out an application the night before and talked to Andrew who said that he would hire me "on the spot". The manager again does a once over me and agrees. So scared shitless he shows me up to the locker room upstairs where I start to get dressed. I am sitting up there alone shaking horribly while trying to put on my 6-inch heels. By the way, I have worn heels once before in my life and they were short little 2-inch heels when I went to a Christmas formal in high school. I have never been that girly, I did not like wearing dresses. I was a tom-boy all throughout high school and the only reason I had "femm-ed up" was because of the last girlfriend that I had that liked to play "my-size barbie", and she had turned me into being a girly girl sometimes. So I'm sitting there shakling and this girl comes into the locker room and she is wearing this pink playmate outfit. She turns to me and sees me having trouble putting on my heels and in the sweetest, most welcoming voice she asks,
[Bunny]"Are you new?"
[ME]*shakes head vigorously up and down* "Yeah..."
[Bunny]"Well my name is Bunny, do you want me to talk to the manager and see if I can get off of rotation and help you out?"
[ME]"That would be amazing. I don't even know how to walk in heels."
[Bunny]"Ok, when you are done we shall go together and talk to the manager if I can help you practice on the rickety pole we have up here."
So I after a few minutes of fumbling, I finally get my shoes on and she shows me how to walk in my heels. I'm trying to cross my feet slightly as I walk without falling down and hold onto the rail on the stairs for dear life. I don't want to fall before I even get on that stage. She goes and asks Vincent the manager on duty if she can show me the ropes and tell me the prices, areas and whatnot. He does not see a problem with that. In fact the managers encourage the tenured dancers to take new ones under they're wing if they are comfortable. I was being asked to train new girls after I had only been there a month. Oh and by the way my roommate was staying for my audition dance and I felt awkward because he is a guy but comfortable at the same time because there was someone there that I knew. So Bunny and I go out for a cigarette to calm my nerves before we go back upstairs to try out the pole.
The pole upstairs is a spinner pole that is not anchored at the top. Bunny tells me, "If you can learn to dance on this piece of shit you can dance on any pole." If you pull to much weight on the pole after a spin the base will actually shift and its kinda scary and the box you dance on is very very small. It's like 4 feet x 4 feet. Ridiculous. So she teaches me a couple spins up there, and then she asks me to wait for a good song and do a pole dance for her. I am so embarrassed. She wants me to dance, which is something I could not even do with my ex-girlfriend at a party unless I was drunk. I DO NOT DANCE IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. I had a traumatic experience as a 4-year old in ballet. We were dressed as elephants in tu-tus as the theme for the recital was "Under the Big Top" and we were supposed to run around in a circle on the stage and little me stands right in the middle of the stage, jaw wide open, staring like a deer in headlights, for the rest of the dance and then I just bolt off the stage. My grandmother made like 30 copies of the tape and sent it to EVERY living member of the family. Haunted me forever. So Bunny sits with me and my roommate and she asks me if I mind if she does some dances for him. I told her that he is not going to get any from me so I don't care. I down 4 shots of Patron before I get my skinny ass on that stage.
I just tried to keep moving and a common mistake for new dancers is that they dance too fast and the customers get kind of overwhelmed but I kept thinking that if I slowed down the guys would see how bad I was shaking and not do well. Bunny came and tipped me first which made me feel alot more comfortable dancing for girls. It kinda got me started in my groove. I only made like $3 on my first stage but it was not that bad once I got started. My roommate kept buying me and Bunny drinks and finally Daisy gets there around 5 or 6 which made me feel somewhat more nervous because now this extremely hot girl is going to see me dance like a fool on a pole. She gave me some advice to slow down but I was still so nervous that they would see me shake.
There was this 20-something boy with red plastic rimmed glasses sitting directly in front of main stage and he tipped me when I was on main stage for my second set and so I try to press down the fear in my gut and approach him and ask for a dance. He actually says yes!
[HIM]"So how long have you been dancing here?"
[ME]"Actually this is my first day."
[HIM]"Really? You are pretty good."
[ME]*blushes* "So would you like to buy a dance?" I ask as I try to put my arm around his shoulder I accidentally smack him in the face with my elbow, hitting him in the glasses. I am soooo embarrassed at this point but he and his friends just laugh at my clumsiness and I start dancing for him. He actually buys 3 dances off of me and I have seen him since then but I guess he only likes dances off of new girls because I have never gotten one from him again. Or maybe he is just scared that I will abuse him some more.
I go smoke and walk into the bathroom and who do I see but a heavily intoxicated Daisy having a serious amount of trouble putting her top back on. "I just had a bottle of champagne in the VIP." she tells me. I just giggle as I tie her top back on for her. I come back in the bathroom about an hour later, as I have to break the seal again. As it was my first night I was drinking pretty heavily out of nervousness. I see her in there again and she is even more plastered as she had polished off another bottle of champagne with her customer up in the VIP. Again I help her put her top back on and watch her shuffle back up the stairs to the VIP room.
I stayed until closing. And I made about $100 on my first night. No too bad I thought. I had already decided in my mind that if I don't make a semi-substantial amount of money that stripping was not for me. But I had so much positive reinforcement from my friends that my confidence had improved. And for a minute I did feel like that strong-willed woman that was entitled to the money these guys were spending. I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROOOOAR!! My roommate had already left before midnight leaving me to work on my own. Daisy had already left to go to the casino for her and her boyfriends birthdays as they are like 3 days apart. I drive myself (a little intoxicated) back to my apartment on the north east side and once I pull in the driveway I decide to call up Daisy. Her boyfriend Ray picks up the phone and asks what I am doing. I tell him I had just pulled up at home. He tells me I should drive down to the Desert Diamond Casino and hang out with them for their birthdays. Impulsively I say YES!
I go into my apartment though to tell my roommate that I'm heading down to the casino to meet up with Daisy and Ray and he tells me that I should not go because I am already pretty drunk. But since I am drunk and my mind had been made up. I put some clothes in my back pack and get back in my van and drive (very carefully) down to the other side of town to get to the casino.
I meet them at the Black Jack table and Paul orders us some drinks and gives me $50 to gamble for them. After they lost the money they had on them and I was up $30 we go to their hotel room for drinks. Daisy tells me that she invited one of our mutual friends that also works at Ten's, Island. Remember the "falling strippers" post? So we go back down to the casino floor and wait near the bathrooms for her. Island passes right by me at the door to go into the bathroom and does not even recognize me. Daisy is at the sink and when Island gets out of the stall and starts washing her hands I come up behind her and kick in the butt lightly. She spins around finally recognizing me.
[Island]"Syd?! I know her (Daisy) from work...How do you guys know eachother?"
[Me]"Well now you know me from work too."
[Island]"What?"
[Daisy]"She works at Ten's now."
[Island]"As a dancer?"
[Me]"Yeah, its her fault." *pointing to Daisy*
[Daisy]*smiles*
So we make our way out of the bathroom. I see that Island is still dating the same guy. (who she is still with now, they are such a cute couple it kinda makes me puke in my mouth a little bit.) We all go back up to the hotel room and smoke and drink with Island and her boyfriend. Unfortunately they do not stay too long just a couple of hours. After they leave we end up back at the Black Jack table and for some reason I am having amazing beginner's luck. I had never been to a casino before, never gambled before and Daisy was more than excited for "popping my casino cherry". All of a sudden it is like 6 am and we decide that we want to go swimming. I do not have any swim wear with me. I was not prepared for that. Ray goes down to the gift shop and buy me and Daisy matching tank tops and shorts to go swimming in. We end up in the jacuzzi and me and Daisy just start making out and all of a sudden we are topless in the jacuzzi and Ray is taking pictures. I still have one of them. I love it, it makes me smile every time I see it. I will never forget my first time at the casino. Thanks Daisy and Ray! I am so tired and sore from the night before. Even though I was in flats I still felt like I was walking in 6-inch heels. And then I feel this pain on the inside of my thigh. Daisy pulls my jeans off to see a bruise the size of Texas. Her jaw drops. "What the fuck did you do?"
[Me]"I don't know. Obviously I did something wrong but I was a little intoxicated last night and I guess I hit that pole a little too hard."
She tells me that I am definately not going to work that day and calls the manager and tells him that she has kidnapped me and tied me to the bed. Not kidding! That was always her excuse for my bruises. "Tell them that I did that to you." Thanks Daisy. So it is like noon and we have not slept. Daisy is still running on energy drinks and I am passed out on the bed. They go out and gamble and I finally wake up a couple hours later when they come back in. Ray leaves to go somewhere, I do not remember where and Daisy starts putting the moves on me and we are totally going at it when Ray walks in. I just freeze up but she tells me not to worry. And then he starts taking pictures! I hope to god those are not on the net anywhere Ray! So I spent two wonderful nights with Daisy and Ray just having a blast at the casino. The afternoon after the second night I take them home to their apartment. And that concludes Daisy bringing me into the world of stripperdom. Thank you Daisy you have definately changed my life forever. And you too Ray. I will never forget you guys. Please stay tuned for more of my antics in the club. They only get weirder.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
My Stripping Origins-PART 1
"I'm still curious as to how the tiny chick that smoked my cigarettes and bit harder than a...well...hard biting individual became a professional nudist."-my friend that I went to church with in North Carolina as a teen wrote to me today.
I guess I was a biter back then, I also liked to punch people and kick them to show them my affection. Needless to say I was a weird child. And I'm still pretty strange now if you know me. And even most of my current friends at the beginning of my stripping career were surprised that I was doing this for employment. I never hated strippers, in fact I LOVED THEM. I just never thought I had the mentality to hustle and grind on guys boners when I'm totally not turned on by it.
I had dated my fair share of strippers, even some of them dressed me up in their clothes. Girls love playing my size barbie with me I dont get it. I had been to a couple strip clubs. One of my old roommates took me to my first one and I was too scared and intimidated by a room full of hot half naked women to buy any dances. I just sat there and drank beer, lots and lots of beer. Even one dancer called me out while she was onstage, "Hey you're a lesbian aren't you?!" The second time I went to the strip club I went with my friend Nadia, who was doing her audition dance at The Candy Store (thats what it was called then, it has a new name now) which is a particularily nasty club. I would never want to work there. In fact, when I first moved here my mom lives right by there and told me "So you know....THAT IS NOT A CANDY STORE!" I think I had gathered that much information when I saw the sign said "GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS!!" Well so when I went with my friend I got my first lapdance ever, from her. I went a couple more times after that, just to hang with her at work and then stopped going to strip clubs for awhile. Until last year.
So July of last year, 2010, my roommate that took me to my first strip club takes me and my ex-girlfriend's older sister who had just recently turned 21. Oh and her dad came with us too. Well me and my roommate are waiting for Lana to arrive with her dad and the two of us are sitting at the bar. Now the way Ten's is set up, you have the bar lining the back wall to your right, VIP is directly above the bar upstairs, there is one row of tables before you have second stage, a few more rows of tables and then you have the main stage. So sitting at the bar you are directly right in front of second stage kind of. I personally am not really attracted to blondes but there is the gorgeous petite athletic body with wavy blonde curly hair and cute black rimmed glasses, and has a tattoo that covers her entire back and a half sleeve on her arm. I melt for girls with tattoos, especially ones that look like sexy nerds. I think after 10 seconds of watching her my jaw must have dropped because this customer sitting a few stools away asks me,
[HIM]"So you must like girls huh?"
[ME]*grins*"Yeah how could you guess?" (Im not dressed that butchy)
[HIM]"You were looking at that blonde the same way I was looking at her."
I just pick my jaw up off the floor and go grab a chair, posting a note in my mind that I DEFINATELY want a lap dance off of her later. Well Lana and her dad finally arrive and they sit down at a table next to me and my roommate. I'm scouting the room for this mysterious blonde goddess whose name I don't know yet. A little saddened I guess that she must have been a day girl and this was the end of her shift. I buy 3 lapdances off this beautiful latina who was putting herself through cosmotology school and also bought a couple off this girl who I have never seen again but she was 18 and we were buying her alcohol so I'm sure she must have gotten her fired for something similar. I did not know she was 18 until later by the way.
And who do I see? The blonde I was drooling over. She is up on stage and I go to tip her. It was soo obvious that she really is into girls. Her hands were up my shirt and I was not wearing a bra. I tell her when she is not busy to come by to my table. This girl was all over the place. She was up in VIP for awhile before she made her way back down to me. She sits on my lap and talks to me for like 20 minutes before she dances for me. But our conversation went a little like this.
[HER]"My name is Daisy, (remember the last post?) what's yours?"
[ME]"Syd. How are you doing tonight?"
[HER]"I'm high." *giggles*
[ME]"Really? On what?"
[HER]"Pot, I just went home for a smoke break."
[ME]"Damn I wish I was on your level." *giggles*
[HER]"Well maybe we can smoke sometime together sometime." she whispers in my ear coyly.
Well then I proceed to buy 3 dances off of her. We continue to talk and I will never forget her first masturbation story. And this is how I gave her the name Daisy in my blog. Daisy grew up Mormon on a farm in Idaho. I guess when she was young she was laying in a field of daisys and masturbated for the first time. I do not know if this story is true or part of her stripper persona backstory. We all have them, fake histories about our lives to make us sound sexier. So after talking to her and gathering part of her backstory she asks me for my number. I give it to her praying she would call. She also said she would see me when she gets off of work if we are still here and possibly take me home with her to go get high. I don't see her leave and I never got a call from her.
So I wait a few days and still don't hear from her and I'm not creepy and stalkerish but I could not get this girl out of my mind! I just had broken up with my last girlfriend and was on the rebound. I knew that Daisy had a boyfriend but she had explained to me that they had an open relationship. That was fine with me, it was not my first rodeo in dealing with a triangular relationship. Well I go into Ten's, and I don't go in with an assload of money because I'm there to see her, buy one dance, talk to her and drink some beer. She recognizes me immediately and comes and sits on my lap to talk to me. She tells me she is busy with a customer and she will see me in a minute. I wave to her indicating I know she is working and it's not a big deal. It's not like I have alot of cash for her anyway. She sits with a customer a little ahead of me and I guess he recognized me as well from the other night. Somehow she hustles him to buy me pizza. So she comes over and talks to me a little more and apologizes for not coming down after she dressed out to see me. She told me that she had gotten really drunk and fell up the stairs and was asked to leave by the management. She then told me that I don't need to spend money on her, that when she sees me she will give me a couple free lapdances. I start asking her about how she became a stripper. She used to strip in Vegas when she was with her ex-husband, but that she had been stripping here for about 8 years. She used to work at the Bunny Ranch when it was still the Bunny Ranch (now its called Eden) but she had gotten fired from there for "endangering the life of a customer" Bunny Ranch is a full nude club, and I'm pretty sure there is a 5-foot rule but she was giving a guy a lapdance and he tried to finger her and so she kicked him in the crotch with her 6-inch heels. Daaaamn. Woman after my own heart.
Well this time as she is going on her "smoke break" she invites me to go with her and two other dancers, one of who became a good friend, Ani. So Ani drives us to Daisy's apartment which is the same exact complex I was living in before when I was with my ex-girlfriend. Small world Tucson is. I walk in the door and her boyfriend Ray looks at me and asks Daisy,
[RAY]"Who is this?" eyeing me up and down.
[DAISY]"This is that girl from the club I was telling you about."
[RAY]"What? Now you're bringing CUSTOMERS home from the club??"
(uh oh, getting a little nervous there.)
[RAY]"Daisy's told me about you."
[ME] (really nervous now) "Yeah?"
[RAY]"Yeah she wouldn't stop texting me about this cute lesbian that was in the club."
[ME](a little relieved) "Oh ok."
So we sit and get stoned off of Daisy's monstrous bong. I miss that bong....*reminisces* And we drive back to the club. She gives me her number and I drive my van home to the north east side of town where I have been staying. We continue talking on the phone and she talks me into applying at Ten's for at least a waitressing job. I go in while she is there a day or two later and fill out an application. Andrew the manager comes and talks to me. He looks me up and down and just bluntly states that they are not looking for waitresses at the moment but if I wanted to apply to be a dancer that he would hire me right away. The nervousness starts. I ask Daisy what she thinks I should do. She says I should try out for a dancer. I stay and study these dancers and go with Daisy alone for a smoke break in my van. We go off and park in a parking lot out of sight of the road for some apartment complex and start smoking, the next thing I know she is kissing me. Luckily I had the benches down into a bed in the back so it was probably a little too comfortable in there. I'm not giving details but she did say she would teach me to pole dance if I taught her some of my tricks! Yes! So we went back to the club, I had turned in my application. I told Andrew I would think about it. So....in the mean time....while I'm still in the club I might as well try out my "flirting with men skills" that have not been used in years. Well its like the end of the night. I'm pretty trashed and I see this cute brunette on main stage and these guys I was sitting with gave me $15 to get a lap dance off of her. I tell her and she pulls me to the smoking cage for a cigarette and we get to talking:
[ME]"Yeh so a friend of mine works here and I'm trying to get a waitressing job here but the manager wants me to dance."
[HER] (she looks me up and down for a minute and then I see a lightbulb go off in her head) "You! I know who you are."
[ME]"I've never met you before, how do you know who I am?" (totally confused)
[HER]"You're Daisy's new little girlfriend, aren't you?"
[ME]"No!" *shakes head violently* "No, we're just friends."
[HER]"Hmmm. She and I dated awhile ago, I know how she is." (and she proceeds to tell me crap that I don't believe, but shrug it off due to I know that this is her ex girlfriend she is talking about and know how lesbian relationships go and she probably is just jealous)
I'm shitfaced at the point we walk back in and clumsily spill beer ALL over my lap. She dances for me anyway and then offers me her number. The next day is my first day at work and this is where I leave part 1 of my Origin Story. Part 2 tomorrow. It will be about my first day at work and popping my casino cherry!
I guess I was a biter back then, I also liked to punch people and kick them to show them my affection. Needless to say I was a weird child. And I'm still pretty strange now if you know me. And even most of my current friends at the beginning of my stripping career were surprised that I was doing this for employment. I never hated strippers, in fact I LOVED THEM. I just never thought I had the mentality to hustle and grind on guys boners when I'm totally not turned on by it.
I had dated my fair share of strippers, even some of them dressed me up in their clothes. Girls love playing my size barbie with me I dont get it. I had been to a couple strip clubs. One of my old roommates took me to my first one and I was too scared and intimidated by a room full of hot half naked women to buy any dances. I just sat there and drank beer, lots and lots of beer. Even one dancer called me out while she was onstage, "Hey you're a lesbian aren't you?!" The second time I went to the strip club I went with my friend Nadia, who was doing her audition dance at The Candy Store (thats what it was called then, it has a new name now) which is a particularily nasty club. I would never want to work there. In fact, when I first moved here my mom lives right by there and told me "So you know....THAT IS NOT A CANDY STORE!" I think I had gathered that much information when I saw the sign said "GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS!!" Well so when I went with my friend I got my first lapdance ever, from her. I went a couple more times after that, just to hang with her at work and then stopped going to strip clubs for awhile. Until last year.
So July of last year, 2010, my roommate that took me to my first strip club takes me and my ex-girlfriend's older sister who had just recently turned 21. Oh and her dad came with us too. Well me and my roommate are waiting for Lana to arrive with her dad and the two of us are sitting at the bar. Now the way Ten's is set up, you have the bar lining the back wall to your right, VIP is directly above the bar upstairs, there is one row of tables before you have second stage, a few more rows of tables and then you have the main stage. So sitting at the bar you are directly right in front of second stage kind of. I personally am not really attracted to blondes but there is the gorgeous petite athletic body with wavy blonde curly hair and cute black rimmed glasses, and has a tattoo that covers her entire back and a half sleeve on her arm. I melt for girls with tattoos, especially ones that look like sexy nerds. I think after 10 seconds of watching her my jaw must have dropped because this customer sitting a few stools away asks me,
[HIM]"So you must like girls huh?"
[ME]*grins*"Yeah how could you guess?" (Im not dressed that butchy)
[HIM]"You were looking at that blonde the same way I was looking at her."
I just pick my jaw up off the floor and go grab a chair, posting a note in my mind that I DEFINATELY want a lap dance off of her later. Well Lana and her dad finally arrive and they sit down at a table next to me and my roommate. I'm scouting the room for this mysterious blonde goddess whose name I don't know yet. A little saddened I guess that she must have been a day girl and this was the end of her shift. I buy 3 lapdances off this beautiful latina who was putting herself through cosmotology school and also bought a couple off this girl who I have never seen again but she was 18 and we were buying her alcohol so I'm sure she must have gotten her fired for something similar. I did not know she was 18 until later by the way.
And who do I see? The blonde I was drooling over. She is up on stage and I go to tip her. It was soo obvious that she really is into girls. Her hands were up my shirt and I was not wearing a bra. I tell her when she is not busy to come by to my table. This girl was all over the place. She was up in VIP for awhile before she made her way back down to me. She sits on my lap and talks to me for like 20 minutes before she dances for me. But our conversation went a little like this.
[HER]"My name is Daisy, (remember the last post?) what's yours?"
[ME]"Syd. How are you doing tonight?"
[HER]"I'm high." *giggles*
[ME]"Really? On what?"
[HER]"Pot, I just went home for a smoke break."
[ME]"Damn I wish I was on your level." *giggles*
[HER]"Well maybe we can smoke sometime together sometime." she whispers in my ear coyly.
Well then I proceed to buy 3 dances off of her. We continue to talk and I will never forget her first masturbation story. And this is how I gave her the name Daisy in my blog. Daisy grew up Mormon on a farm in Idaho. I guess when she was young she was laying in a field of daisys and masturbated for the first time. I do not know if this story is true or part of her stripper persona backstory. We all have them, fake histories about our lives to make us sound sexier. So after talking to her and gathering part of her backstory she asks me for my number. I give it to her praying she would call. She also said she would see me when she gets off of work if we are still here and possibly take me home with her to go get high. I don't see her leave and I never got a call from her.
So I wait a few days and still don't hear from her and I'm not creepy and stalkerish but I could not get this girl out of my mind! I just had broken up with my last girlfriend and was on the rebound. I knew that Daisy had a boyfriend but she had explained to me that they had an open relationship. That was fine with me, it was not my first rodeo in dealing with a triangular relationship. Well I go into Ten's, and I don't go in with an assload of money because I'm there to see her, buy one dance, talk to her and drink some beer. She recognizes me immediately and comes and sits on my lap to talk to me. She tells me she is busy with a customer and she will see me in a minute. I wave to her indicating I know she is working and it's not a big deal. It's not like I have alot of cash for her anyway. She sits with a customer a little ahead of me and I guess he recognized me as well from the other night. Somehow she hustles him to buy me pizza. So she comes over and talks to me a little more and apologizes for not coming down after she dressed out to see me. She told me that she had gotten really drunk and fell up the stairs and was asked to leave by the management. She then told me that I don't need to spend money on her, that when she sees me she will give me a couple free lapdances. I start asking her about how she became a stripper. She used to strip in Vegas when she was with her ex-husband, but that she had been stripping here for about 8 years. She used to work at the Bunny Ranch when it was still the Bunny Ranch (now its called Eden) but she had gotten fired from there for "endangering the life of a customer" Bunny Ranch is a full nude club, and I'm pretty sure there is a 5-foot rule but she was giving a guy a lapdance and he tried to finger her and so she kicked him in the crotch with her 6-inch heels. Daaaamn. Woman after my own heart.
Well this time as she is going on her "smoke break" she invites me to go with her and two other dancers, one of who became a good friend, Ani. So Ani drives us to Daisy's apartment which is the same exact complex I was living in before when I was with my ex-girlfriend. Small world Tucson is. I walk in the door and her boyfriend Ray looks at me and asks Daisy,
[RAY]"Who is this?" eyeing me up and down.
[DAISY]"This is that girl from the club I was telling you about."
[RAY]"What? Now you're bringing CUSTOMERS home from the club??"
(uh oh, getting a little nervous there.)
[RAY]"Daisy's told me about you."
[ME] (really nervous now) "Yeah?"
[RAY]"Yeah she wouldn't stop texting me about this cute lesbian that was in the club."
[ME](a little relieved) "Oh ok."
So we sit and get stoned off of Daisy's monstrous bong. I miss that bong....*reminisces* And we drive back to the club. She gives me her number and I drive my van home to the north east side of town where I have been staying. We continue talking on the phone and she talks me into applying at Ten's for at least a waitressing job. I go in while she is there a day or two later and fill out an application. Andrew the manager comes and talks to me. He looks me up and down and just bluntly states that they are not looking for waitresses at the moment but if I wanted to apply to be a dancer that he would hire me right away. The nervousness starts. I ask Daisy what she thinks I should do. She says I should try out for a dancer. I stay and study these dancers and go with Daisy alone for a smoke break in my van. We go off and park in a parking lot out of sight of the road for some apartment complex and start smoking, the next thing I know she is kissing me. Luckily I had the benches down into a bed in the back so it was probably a little too comfortable in there. I'm not giving details but she did say she would teach me to pole dance if I taught her some of my tricks! Yes! So we went back to the club, I had turned in my application. I told Andrew I would think about it. So....in the mean time....while I'm still in the club I might as well try out my "flirting with men skills" that have not been used in years. Well its like the end of the night. I'm pretty trashed and I see this cute brunette on main stage and these guys I was sitting with gave me $15 to get a lap dance off of her. I tell her and she pulls me to the smoking cage for a cigarette and we get to talking:
[ME]"Yeh so a friend of mine works here and I'm trying to get a waitressing job here but the manager wants me to dance."
[HER] (she looks me up and down for a minute and then I see a lightbulb go off in her head) "You! I know who you are."
[ME]"I've never met you before, how do you know who I am?" (totally confused)
[HER]"You're Daisy's new little girlfriend, aren't you?"
[ME]"No!" *shakes head violently* "No, we're just friends."
[HER]"Hmmm. She and I dated awhile ago, I know how she is." (and she proceeds to tell me crap that I don't believe, but shrug it off due to I know that this is her ex girlfriend she is talking about and know how lesbian relationships go and she probably is just jealous)
I'm shitfaced at the point we walk back in and clumsily spill beer ALL over my lap. She dances for me anyway and then offers me her number. The next day is my first day at work and this is where I leave part 1 of my Origin Story. Part 2 tomorrow. It will be about my first day at work and popping my casino cherry!
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