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Funny Fan Mail!

     So I recieved my first real piece of fan mail. I was not looking forward to going into work but I just moved in with an old co-worker of mine at the end of the year kinda spur of the moment and I was under alot of stress to come up with ALL my rent and utilities in one night. [I ended up making most of what I needed but not all...DONATIONS ARE ACCEPTED BY THE WAY-email me for details ;-) haha ] Anyway, after checking in to work I was feeling more nervous than usual due to the amount of money I needed to make in very small time constraints. I opened up my GMail and saw that one of my readers had e-mailed me about his thoughts on my blog. This guy totally brightened my spirits and boosted my self-confidence which enabled me to put a considerable dent into my rent and utilities.

     So "encouraging blog-reader", Thank you so much for brightening my mood and appreciating my rantings. It does feel good to get a written response to my writing. I see all the page statistics and insights about the page views but getting a personal e-mail praising and encouraging my blog made me remember why I keep writing and I felt appreciated.
     So I'm posting his e-mail because his little story he included in his letter made me laugh. It is fun to picture him not paying attention to his poker hand because he is enraptured by my writing. XD. Even in my writing I am doing my job right...being distracting.

"Hi Sydni--

I just wanted to let you know I think your blog is AMAZING! I came across it while playing a game of poker at Aria here in Vegas. The other regulars saw that I was paying more attention to my ipad than the game.

'What are you reading over there?'

Me: 'This... blog. The author is a stripper and her stories are so engaging.'

'Well, obviously -- since the action's on you.'

Me: 'Oh!' (I look up to peek at my cards clumsily, then fold)

I'm up to the beginning of 2013, and trying to slow down so I can ration the fun a little longer. Just promise you'll keep up the awesome blogging! You're fantastic. :)"

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Funny thought with my roommate/ex-coworker Pookie

     My friend, "Pookie," who also was my co-worker about four months ago recently became roommates rather suddenly due to her generous nature during a very unexpected tumultuous time for me. I will be forever greatful for her helping me though some tormentful times. These were times of pain, addiction, anxiety, and also victory and happiness, fleeting as it was.
     Anyway the reason for this post was this. Somehow we got to the conversation where Pookie blurted out........

"What would you do if your customer farted in the middle of your lapdance?"

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The DARE Program....for Strippers

     First of all you are all allowed to spank me. I have been a bad blogger and have failed to do consitent posts. I could bore you all with excuses but I won't, instead I'll publish a post for you. 
        There have been a few instances recently at my club where co-workers of mine I consider at least closer than the rest are beginning to concern myself and the club with how their habits are affecting their attitude and performance at work. Now let me definately begin by saying I have definately had my fair share of various addiction problems in my life whether it be legally acceptable in my personal life and tolerated at the club (i.e. Alcohol) or be illegal. So I am not a completely innocent party here. In fact, my third day working at the club I was sent home for being too drunk. "Mashed potatoes" was the way Andrew my manager described me as he helped a sleepy Sydni off of the lap of a Davis Monthan Air Force Base pilot's lap. I still blame the pilot, I didn't know what "Irish car bombs" were. (Possibly the word "bomb" in the name should have been a clue.) I also want to include in this part of my post that alcoholism and drug addiction are serious problems and though I may joke around on here, they are not a laughing matter. I do not condone using alcohol or illegal drugs on the job as obviously it will impair your judgement and could lead you to make some very dangerous decisions, such as going home with a customer and getting robbed or worse, physically hurt and/or raped. Being obviously under the influence will make you a vulnerable target to predatory customers, it doesn't matter how aware you think you are about your surroundings and the people around you, there are always people looking for an oppurtunity to take advantage of you or someone else. Don't become a target. If you or someone you know is endangering themselves and their employment with substance abuse, I strongly urge you to get yourself or the person you know help immediately. There are plenty of hotlines and resources available to get help yourself help, or to educate yourself on how to help your friend. Serious stuff aside for now, let us get to some stories.
     What prompted me to do this post is that some of my friends I or either some co-worker noticed and discussed together how their behavior has changed recently and definately in one case, my friend, "Kayla", had gotten her permanently terminated from the club. Now with Kayla I had noticed a somewhat gradual descent, one decision leading to another, steadily making a series of events leading up to her termination. Now Kayla lived very close to me and was one of the few girls I'd socialize with outside of work. This year she was there alot for me after I went through a very nasty breakup with this girl Tyler. She was a customer I became smitten with and got her a job as a waitress, we began dating and even lived together for a short time. Then I found out she was cheating on me with one of the bouncers. She quit, couldn't handle constant flirtation from the clientele (which was humourous since even her friends describe her as a slut) and had frequent emotional breakdowns and the bouncer got fired for pocketing money from selling old VIP bracelets. Anyway I was struggling getting over Tyler's betrayal and Kayla was emotionally there for me. We would party outside of work together, sharing a box of White Zinfandel wine and a bottle of vodka while grilling some steaks on Sunday afternoon was normal for us. She did well for kIherself, worked alot, she did have a "sugar-daddy" that helped her financially with her daughter but she hadn't gotten into the escorting business....yet. She had this on again, off again boyfriend that was insecure about Kayla's and my strictly platonic relationship. (Though of course we flirted WE'RE STRIPPERS!) On more than one alcohol-fueled weekend, the two would fight, never physically but both were loud arguers while I awkwardly sat on the couch and tried to ignore how awkward I felt by chasing shots of vodka with my Pepsi. Well after many attempts she finally ended it after she befriended a more subdued likeness of him who was a customer we both knew named "Bear". Eventually her habits started to expand, now moving past pot and alcohol to cocaine. She began coming to work less and less and then compensating for the lack of income and needing to feed her growing cocaine habit by escorting. Well I found out a few days ago that last week while I was out with the flu that she was fired for being drunk and hopped up on coke, she became argumentative with the managers to the point where the owner's son, a head manager told Fred, the other manager that she was never allowed in his club again. She and I had our friendship slowly wane way before this incident.
     Now I'm going to address a habit in the club that is becoming more and more the norm. Many of the girls have picked up the habit of smoking or more commonly snorting percs. This practice has gotten so serious that they installed a camera in the locker room that sees heat signatures. Therefore, this camera would see the repetitive on/off click of a lighter indicating someone was smoking something up there. This installment has not made it stop. I had just gotten offstage and went to the bathroom to touch up my make-up. There were two girls in the stall and one of them comes out to wash her hands. Right then Fred and a bouncer come into the bathroom and ask to search our purses because a girl who was in there and left before I walked in complained of smelling someone smoking drugs. The girl at the sink with me is searched first, her purse reveals tin-foil and a straw but luckily for her no drugs. The paraphernalia was confiscated and she was allowed to work. I was searched next revealing nothing. The last girl, obviously guilty and a little shaken asked to talk to Fred alone. She later revealed to me their conversation as I explained to her it may make good blog material. I was able to convince her to tell me by assuring her identity would be a secret. She revealed to me she wanted to be honest with Fred but feared what retribution she may recieve from the girls if I, the other girl or the bouncer saw what was in her purse. She confided she had a syringe, heroin and a spoon in her purse. Since she was honest and forthcoming with Fred in the privacy of the office he let her dispose of the drugs and narcotic paraphernalia in the office wastebasket and let her return to work under the promise she'd never bring anything like that on the premises again. Honesty paid off in this girls situation, but this leniancy was only made because she has been employed there for at least as long as me (3 years) and had few to no instances during her employment. Honesty wouldn't have paid off so well for someone with a more tainted history. For example a friend of mine from before my stripper days, someone I used to use drugs with became employed at my club. She told me she was sent home because a girl smelled drugs and the manager brought my friend in to question her. She broke down and cried but her employment status is still unclear. I told her new girls are a dime a dozen and promises mean little to nothing when the managers have no history of you to draw on. They will not endanger their employment as well as the rest of the people that work there if we happened to get raided and we took a chance on someone with no rapport and we all were punished for it. Raids are a reality.
     This illustration of how drugs impair your thought process is so humourous I had to include it. I took a chance on this girl a friend of mine introduced me to and he convinced me to try to get this girl hired. She was hired and after a few days being employed there came in to work before I did. She came during the night shift and at this time the doorman inspects ALL of the girls' purses and bags for contraban. (drugs and weapons) I, myself carry a knife and pepper spray to and from work for protection. The doorman will hold my weapons for me at the front until I check out. Well "Ashley" gave her bag to the doorman to check, Fred was also lingering in the front, Fred was the one who relayed this story to me since he thought it was hilarious. What does the doorman pull out of a little make-up bag in her purse? A fucking crack pipe! The funniest thing is what she says to defend herself. "That's Sydni's bag," she tries to tell Fred and the doorman. Fred has known me for a long time and knew what drug I struggled with before being employed at Ten's and it wasn't crack. He couldn't contain his laughter as he told her to go home and come back the following day.
     Drugs are not the only problem. Alcohol can be problematic for some. I struggled in the beginning because I was new to the Industry and scared shitless. I also sufferred from really low self-esteem and usually hid my feminine side rather than embracing it. I had been there maybe 8 months when a me and a friend of mine learned about trusting our alcohol (or any drink) with a client we thought we trusted. We both were rufied and driven home by the client and found out days later compromising photographs were taken of both of us while we were unconscious. I later found the customer, had his phone wiped clean and he was 86'd for life. Never leave your drink, alcoholic or not with anyone, even if you think you know them. You can end up robbed, assaulted or raped. My friend and I were extremely lucky photographs were the only things taken that night. Your reputation at the club could be ruined at the very least, and your reputation means ALOT. A girl or customer could take advantage of a moment in your impaired state and steal your purse and/or phone. I've had that happen more than once. I'm sure I'll post a blog on this subject again since I see so many examples of bad behavior but for now you get the idea. Drugs are bad, m'kay?

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Snow in the desert!

This picture was taken from my bedroom window of my apartment. The weather in Tucson, AZ always is very odd. Only in the Tucsonan desert will we get snow towards the end of February.

Junkyard Hotties

We had about ten models. We drove out to this junkyard in Sahuarita. It was fun, freezing, but fun

NO YOU DI'INT!!! lmao jk

OK whoever decided to "un-like" me I will hunt u down and beat you with my six inch stilletos!!!! Lol jk but really who likes a page then unlikes it. I had 120 likes...now I have 119

Tonight's Gonna be a Good Night!!!

I'm so excited for today. I'm getting my hair bleached, cut and styled today before work because tomorrow I have my very FIRST PHOTO SHOOT!!!! So I'll have some very good photos to post for you guys since you all seem to love them. Some professional ones are going to be great. Oh and today hopefully this girl that is really special to me might come into Ten's to see me tonight. *Sigh* she's adorable. I hope everything pans out as well as it seems it might. So Yes I'll post pics of my hair and the photo shoot as soon as I can. I'm sure I'll get other of good candids of the shoot on my phone lol

Broken Lyrics....poetry by Brian Mitchell

So I happened to meet this poetry author Brian Mitchell at my club not too long ago and I was so impressed with him and his work that I decided to put a little plug for him in an upcoming post. (with his permission of course) Now his poetry is not your run-of-the-mill poetry. And this is how he approached me. He had not tipped me, he does not get dances but had approached me in a way a customer had never done before and he really stood out to me. I was sitting alone at the bar after I had gotten off of main stage for my first appearance that day. And he just got my attention and simply asked,
     "Can I recite a poem for you?"
     I was surprised for sure, like I said no one has ever apprached me in the club with that line before so of course I had to hear this poem of his. Now unfortunately I could not find the poem he recited to me however I definately feel the need to share a couple of his poems. Now the interesting thing about Brian Mitchell is where he finds his inspiration for some of his work. His inspiration he found for his book Broken Lyrics was in the black light of the strip-club. He could peer into the seductive eyes of the girls and pull out the real stories behind the string bikinis and g-strings. He put stories behind those girls that men idolize on the stage and made us real, his work is strong and profound and I felt a kindredness towards him because I believe in my own way I am trying to do that with my blog as well. I am here to help new and old girls alike with my experiences and show who is willing to read it, the reality of who we are and why we do what we do and this is a man who understands. So I applaud you Brian! Here please enjoy some of his poems that are previewed for free from his four published books at this site:
http://www.blurb.com/user/bmwpoetry

     So he gave me permission to share a poem that is on his site for free here on my page. This poem really spoke to me. So thank you Brian!

Economy of Self-Worth

When I first started in this business,
I felt like a lump of coal.
But once the pressure wore off,
I started pursuing a higher goal.

The valley of violation
is defined by unspoken closure.
Amidst suicidal selections
I settled for a career of total exposure.

After picking up the pieces
from a lifetime of broken dreams,
I learned to distinguish between fools gold
And a substance that brilliantly gleams.

In the economy of self-worth,
our value can more than double.
There's hidden treasure in each one of us;
You just have to sort through the rubble.

By owning the mistakes of my past,
I can help others to be wiser.
Sometimes the strongest smelling manure
Is the perfect fertilizer.

I've discovered glamorous potential
of gems and exquisite fine pearl.
Reflecting beauty in the night
I shine as a sparkling diamond girl.

Last call for lap dances! The Apocalypse is here!

The Mayan calendar officially ends at 11:11 CTU (also known as Greenwich Mean Time) December 21, 2012, which in my area of Arizona would be 4:11 am December 21, 2012. Well I'm still alive. Maybe this age has ended (which could be considered an Apocalypse because it is the end of the age of creation according to the Mayans. Now a new age has begun. What lies in store for us? Will it be better or worse?
[Upon more research I may have been mistaken that the Apocalypse would begin in the morning. It very well might be 4:11 in the the afternoon .]

Daaaaamn

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Reformed Stripper

        Sorry I have not posted in a long time. I have had a lot going on and I will write a post later on letting you know the updates going on with me soon but I am posting this blog that I have had written in my laptop for the time being.

        So I never go sit on a guys lap if he has just walked in and has not seen a couple of girls stages. However, I was on second stage when this handsome guy walked in and sat right in front of my stage. He does not tip me but he doesn't stop looking at me etiher. So shortly after I cool down from dancing for four songs and get my top back on I saunter over to him and ask if he would like some company. He coyly says yes and since I know he is a little uncomfortable I don't sit on his lap but in the chair next to him. The man is medium height and weight, fairly good shape, dark brunette hair and a goatee. I ask him one of my favorite random questions; "Tell me a completely ramdom fact about yourself!"

"I'm a choir director," he replies.

"Really? Where do you do that?" I ask ( and I am thinking it may be for the GLBTQ choir lol) I was wrong...

"At a church..." 

"What is a good little church-boy like you doing at a strip club?", I ask seductively.

  "Same reasons as any guy." he responds

"I used to be a liittle good church girl myself, I was an acolyte when I was younger, and then I was sent to a Non-Demoninational Reform School in the Dominican Republic.", I explained.

"Wow, I just read a book about a school like that in the Dominican Republic..."

"Wait don't tell me, it was "Jesus Land" by Julia Scheeres? I asked, expecting the right answer. And oh, was I right.

I do not know who was more shocked, that he had met a girl from a book that he had read or that I had met someone that was not a really close friend of mine that I had made read the book or someone I had gone to that strange land with. Most of the people I know who have read that book are ones who were there with me as it came out in 2005 and I was not out til January 1, 2006. There is also a documentary trailer about New Horizons Youth Ministries, Jarabacoa, Dominican Rebublic called "Kidnapped for Christ" It was filmed the spring or summer right after I was released. My family released me to "The Program" (as we called it) as a minor and I was told I could not legally leave until I was of eighten years old and graduated from high school. So I graduated early, I finished school a week after I became of age. However the school was allowed at the time to keep students there until they were twenty-one years of age. I knew girls that had signed themselves in when I was fifteen; they thought the Dominican Republic branch of the program was a drug-rehab of somesort. They were wrong. 

Another day I will have to tell you about how I was sent there and how "The Program" actually was but that is not for today. However, I thought that it was uncanny that I had a customer that was a good ol' Christian choir director and had read the book about my school. So I have a request of my readers; If you have read the book "Jesus Land" by Julia Scheeres or if you are one of the rare readers of mine that actually went to New Horions Youth Ministries I would like you to post a comment on my page about what you thought or how you took your experience at NHYM/Escuela Caribe. If you have not been there or read the book, then your homework is to read the book.

You can also see some random spoof videos my house "TKB" did in reform school as well. Just look on YouTube and look under "Anderson's Eleven" or "TKB Dreamin'." We did do a third movie but it was so controversial that it was banned from the school and the footage was ultimately lost. I can tell you that it was about a brain-washing device that was turning the school into an army of good little Christian soldiers. So you can see why the school frowned upon that idea. We were able to show it to the entire student body and all of the staff, but right after it was shown our Homelife Director reamed us all out (who in the movie was the villain making the army). I also was able to do a machete fight with my housefather that was in the first two movies. 

I will post both of those videos as soon as I can figure out how :) 

Till later readers! Thank you fans so much for your support and positive comments on my page. 

"The Millenium Generation and the high-potential underachievers that we are..."

Maybe I should have told you guys before if you have not figured it out already that I am an extremely blunt person. Thankfully, I have a predominately female demographic that reads this blog so the women would be more likely to understand where I am coming from. So here is the question I have for you women out there. (and men if you have some insight)

My question is this, why does it seem like there is such an influx of young women of the "Millenium Generation" that jump into the adult entertainment industry (the "Industry" from here on out) right after they become age-appropriate for the job? And to add to that question, why is this form of employment becoming such an easily concievable choice for a first job? Can they even hack it?

***I do not know if "Millenium Generation is a real coined term or not, if not it is now. My loose definition of the "Millenium Generation" is simply this:people that were born roughly in the early 1980's up until around the mid 1990's.***

           

            I ask this because I do fall in this category and I had different aspirations rather than becoming a stripper. I became a dancer because of a few reasons. One of the main ones (I'm not going to lie) was because the hot pole goddess Daisy mesmerized and recruited me, and the second, but very important reason was because I had gotten fired from QuikMart and had car payments to make. I was living out of my van at the time so I had to find a job fast.

            I cannot give estimates or percentages but the vast majority of my female friends that are not yet 19 aspire to being in the adult entertainment industry in some way or another. Alot of my friends that are of age to dance are in the industry. More and more girls everyday are going to the club to try out even the day after they are old enough for the job, and in some places before they are old enough. I do not approve of girls becoming strippers for their first job.  Of course I have no problem seeing women become more confident in their bodies and strength as women but I do think that it is unfortunate that many of our highly intelligent girls and women end up in a employment position they are 100 times better than.

            I started my work career at 18 like most people after high school. My mother made me get a job before I was reacclimated to living in the United States. (I was sent to a Christian Reform school in the Dominican Republic for 2 1/2 years...another day). I was working a month after I moved here at the call center my mother ran. I worked there for over a year and we were all laid off. I kept to the call center thing for awhile til I got fired from TeleTech and went into food service. I went through about 10 jobs and a few homeless stints selling weed before I became a stripper. Like I said in "My Stripping Origins" post I never thought that I had the mentality to be a hustling stripper. When I was homeless I would get mistaken for a little boy alot. (I was sporting a mohawk though) so I was also not too keen on looking girly. It was not until 2 years ago when I met one of the loves of my life Alexa that I became girly again. This was the first time a girl played "my-size barbie" with me. So I decided to dress more like a girl but still having my little boy days when I feel like it, and you know what I still do when I am lazy. Anyway, I always loved strippers just never thought I could be one. I had guys that were best friends but I did not know if I could convincingly lead a guy on to buy an ass-load of dances from me when I am really gay and a REALLY bad liar. In fact, a couple of customers have called me out on being more gay than straight. And as much as guys fantasize about lesbians they want someone dancing on them only if they can imagine that girl wanting to fuck him. So sometimes I was screwed. But having a topless Daisy to look at all night was helpful in getting me to work everyday.

            I have to say I do not think that this is a good first job. The girls that have been dancing for 6, 7, 10 years, this is usually their first job and they end up stuck with it. Some of these tenured girls are smart and go to school for a career and pay for it by stripping. POWER TO YOU GIRLS! This is not a career you can do forever unfortunately. No one wants to buy a dance off of a 50 year-old, post-menopausal saggy-boobed, mid-life crisis. If a girl can to stick to this job,it is for about 10 years. So if you start at 19-years-old, like the age in the state of Arizona, you are probably going to be retired by 30. Exotic dancing does not teach you good cooperation skills with your co-workers, in fact it may be detrimental to some types of employment that rely on teamwork, instead of being individually competitive. Also, it is very hard to get a job after being a stripper in some cases. Some employers want to know what you were doing as an "Independant contractor".

            Unfortunately the youth at my reform school, including me were labeled as is "high-potential, underachievers". This means that we are the generation that was promised greatness, however we easily realized that we are ultimately powerless and our forefathers really had high expectations of us, it became difficult for people in my generation to genuinely succeed. We were offerred everything, modern medicine, technology, the works, and unfortunately the mistakes of the older generations. It also means that even though this catergory of young adults are very intelligent and have the means to do great things in this world, maybe we were stunted in our adult growth to keep us from achieving our highest potential, may that be the economy, our parents and uprbringing or our own personal insecurities. They told us we were the future, the innovators, and all that other bullshit they fed us in elementary school, one day thinking we would be able to fix all the problems they made while we were children. I was in 8th grade when 9/11 happened so the war started soon after. Slowly during this war our economy started to fail. "THANKS BUSH!" This led to our recession that we are neck-deep in now. Now in Arizona we have one of the highest unemployment rates in the country. We have one of the largest populations under the poverty line in Tucson and the housing is horrible right now too. So what is a girl to do in this hard recession....get good money taking my clothes off that's what.

            Also, the pop-culture influence since our generation started watching television and listening to the radio has shaped men and women alike but has definately affected women in what is attractive or not. Diets, plastic surgery, the types of men they should be attracted to, these are all some kind of general consenus on the female mentality. Alot of girls become dancers because they have dressed like hookers since they were 13 and they are used to this kind of attention from men. Maybe that is because they are exposed to it due to television and the net. Maybe they were abused. Who knows? But at this time, I do believe that there are a few core issues influencing girls today. The girls that are used to the attention; they use that ability to attract men at the club. I think this is awesome as long as you do it because you are confident in yourself as a woman, not because you crave the negative attention.

            An unfortunate reason younger girls end up as strippers and other parts of the industry is they are pretty much being pimped out by their significant others. I had a friend whose boyfriend would beat her and take all of her money. If she did not make enough money for his liking that day he would reprimand her and beat her. So an unfortunate truth but girls are also forced into this line of work. This is one of the only jobs where you can be your own boss! It's one of the perks of the job, yet even this is being taken away from women and they are thrust into the lifestyle until they can find a way to leave the abusive boyfriend/girlfriend.

            Lastly, the strip club is not nearly as taboo as it used to be. Parents go with their kids when they become of age, younger people are going and so inevitably younger people will be working. Sexuality in general is becoming less taboo. My view may be a little skewed since my view on sexuality became less taboo itself when I moved out of the Bible Belt. But more and more people, especially females are becoming more comfortable with sexuality, bi-sexuality to be more specific. But, on a Friday late night at Ten's I would be lucky to go onstage 3 times between 9pm and 2am. The numbers and the demographic are definately expanding. There are about 50 girls working at the same time! And now the strip clubs are definately feeling the recession because more girls are working so there is less money to go around. Less guys are tipping when they can have a pitcher and look at titties on the stage that they don't necessarly have to pay to see.

            So  Bad economy=more girls stripping

                  Bad economy=men spending less

                  More girls stripping=less money to go around

                   So we have guys spending too little of money to go around to the girls.

            It is not fair but thanks to the economy there are going to be plenty of girls working because they cannot get hired anywhere else. I think the economy is the biggest reason why younger women are getting into the industry but my other points show that there are multiple factors for young women, including me.

Panty snatchers, peeping Toms, and the Dick in VIP

     So it has been a minute since I have put up a real post and now that I am fully healed you will have some new stories hopefully next week, since I will be starting again this Friday. But for now you will have some funny stories from the past to laugh about. And I apologize in advance, I'm writing this on the fly.
     So there are some of these guys in strip clubs that come there and get hammered and I mean hammered! I came down from getting ready in the dressing room and saw Daisy sitting with this guy so I came over to say hello to her and check in with the DJ. Daisy had do go up on stage so she asked me to keep her customer company (and hopefully get a few dances of this guy). I talk with him a little bit, he oders me a drink and pretty much the entire time he is talking about his horrible relationship with his wife, and she calls him while I am sitting on his lap. (giggle giggle) This guy is already slurring his words he is so drunk. He seemed like a nice enough guy just drowning his sorrow in liquor and topless girls. So he buys one dance off of me and then I have to go up on stage. I do my set on main stage and go over to the second stage and by second stage I am usually too lazy to put my top back on for that set and just do the entire thing topless. (and the fact that I am usually very sweaty after my first stage) The only thing I am wearing is a red g-string. Well drunk guy comes up to me dollar eagerly in hand about to put it in my g-string when he pulls down the front of my g-string almost completely taking off my g to tip me. I stand up and cuss the guy out saying "You can't do that motherfucker!" or something along those lines. Luckily the security at Ten's is very good and not 3 seconds later one of the bouncers had him by the arm and said to him "You cannot disprespect our dancers like that!" Dude I hope not he got a nice full view of my snatch! I know its a nice snatch but its kinda taken....Needless to say he was kicked out of the club.
     So the next instance that sticks out in my mind of funny things happening at the club is the time I actually had a peeping tom. I had to pee so I scampered into the bathroom and I sitting there...by myself and I hear the door open and I look under and see these red basketball shorts and shoes run into the stall next to me. Now I know that this is not a chick, not even a butch lesbian. My radar would have gone off. So I look under the stall to see shoes...nope no shoes. So then I look up and I see a mans face looking down on me. Stupid little pee fetish boy.  So after I cuss him out he runs out of the bathroom into the guys bathroom and I walk out and find a bouncer and describe the guy and tell him where he went and I standing there laughing my ass off. The manager just looks at me and says "Well I'm glad that you are taking this ok." I told him I thought it was one of the funniest things ever.
     So this one is not as funny but it is something you should watch out for. The DICK in the VIP. So this guy had paid the DJ money to request a certain song. I happened to be the one on stage for this song so the guy came up to me and tipped me 10 on stage so of course I go see him afterwards. He asks right away if I want to go to the VIP I say yes. I dance 5 songs for this guy but its strange because he really only wants me to do the "hummer" on him. In the middle of the 5th song he whips his dick out of his pants and asks me to "suck on his head for a bit" I say "HELL NO!" Well I didn't say that I told him to put it away and that I would finish the song for him but I would go tell a bouncer if he did it again. I wanted my money and this is why you don't stack dances. I got my money though he was reluctant to finish the song but did.

So these are some of the guys you should look out for!

MY READERS ARE SO NICE TO ME!!

One of my friends from Ten's wrote this to me the other day and it made me feel so good about doing this blog. I hope she won't be mad I posted what she said but I am keeping her anonymous...unless she wants to out herself :-)

"I have to say I truly enjoy your blog. Its truthful and straight to the point. Not to mention your extremely honest about the business. You have been through so much turmoil and deep sorrow in your life and by publishing the hardships and mentioning the friendships offers so much honesty and support to young girls who are having the same stuggles as you. Offering your story as well as advice to the young sexually frustrated youth that may possibly turn to the adult industry. You offer perspective about the many issues that can partake in the sex industry. Stay honest and i support you if you need any pointers or help please let me know."

So thank you to all my readers. I know I have been a little slow about my posts but next week I will be working on one after I get done taking care of a couple of warrants I have....:-( not to worry I will be back soon. Maybe with some funny stories about how strippers behave in jail ;-)

Out in the desert with my gay brothers and sisters.

     So, this blog is going to be a little different due to the trip I am currently on. I have been with this group called "Eon Youth Lounge" since I was 19 years old. They are a GLBTQ (Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgender and Queer) center for youth ages 13-23. I am one of the oldest students being 23. This is my last retreat. I went two years ago and we are at the same place as we were then. We drove out to Oracle and stayed at the C.O.D. Ranch. Eon has been there for me through thick and thin. They have been with me through my homelessness and my drug and alcohol abuse and really supported me in my decision to become a stripper. So I am here out in the middle of the desert sitting around a fire pit writing this blog after the first day of our Youth Leadership Retreat.

Day 1
     It was a nice little over an hour drive out to the Ranch and we settled into our bunk cabins. They were not as nice as the cabins we had when I went before but this place is still nice. We have 5-6 staff with us and about 12-15 students. Since I am 23 the staff asked me to be a Leader (funny this is a leadership retreat) to the other students and just hold them accountable and lead through my good example....hehehe. Some of these kids are obnoxious but hey they are kids, and of course I am trying to not be sterotypical but gays can be twice as obnoxious. We did a game to learn everyones names, which sucks because I still do not know all these kids names. We also did an art project about mirrors, we took aluminum foil and made mirrors on poster board and images or words that describe how we percieve ourselves. Im sure that we will do more with these "mirrors". We then went to go get chow. And OH WAS THIS FOOD GOOD! The last time I came to the ranch the food was supurb and ended up going home with two gallons of gaspacho. (spelling?) We had fajitas, and they had tofu fajitas for the vegetarians in the group. After dinner we played volleyball with this deflated soccerball and I have to tell you watching a whole bunch of queens play volleyball is very very funny. I think the ball ended up in the scorpion infested bushes more than on the court! We then went back to doing workshops where we made our "coming out candles". We also did this the year I came before where we cut out things from magazines and paste them on the large candles you can buy in any Mexican food mart in Tucson. We then proceeded to tell 5 minute versions of our come out stories. Maybe another day I will post mine in full detail...a coming out story is really longer than 5 minutes. After which we did some light meditation and led me to free time in which I got to start this blog.
      Especially at this retreat which I was glad to see in comparison to the other reatreat was the fact that we had transgender staff and students in our group this time. Transgender was a little new to me when I first started at Eon but now that I am more aware of them and know some of them personally, some for years now, I am able to relate alot to them as well. When I was a child and first came out to one of my best friends the only way I could equate me liking girls meant that I was supposed to be born a boy. I was always a tomboy and dressed and acted like one. But as I became older I embraced being an androgynous bi-sexual, then lesbian, and now a sometimes polyamorous lover depending on the girl and her man involved. My last meaningful relationship was a polyamorous one with Daisy and Ray, it was a sometimes tumultuous relationship but we are all still close though they are now states away. 

Day 2
      So when I thought that this was not going to be that interesting of a post was I wrong. So I had developed this sunburn blistered looking rash on my side and was going towards my back. I know sooo not sexy for a stripper to be saying all this but it is slightly strange. Right now I am sitting in the examination room for TMC Hospital. I was not able to sleep at all last night due to this extreme itching on my side and back and told a staff member and showed them this rash. One of our staff also happened to be really sick and was going home early so I caught a ride with her and her girlfriend. They drop me off at the hospital and I wait forever to get seen by triage and now everything seems to be going smoother. However when I was seeing a nurse in triage I asked her what she thought it may be because I was scared to death it was a staff infection. She informs me politely that she is not a doctor but it looks like shingles to her. "What the fuck is shingles?" She then tells me it is a dormant virus in your body  from having chicken pox. "So I have had this in my body since I was in first grade???" Yup, and just now the virus rears its ugly head. Well at least it is good to know that I am not contagious if it is shingles but I still have yet to see the doctor, I will let you know more in a few short minutes (for me anyway, you get to read this continuously)
about 10 minutes later....
      So I finally get seen by a nurse practioner and she takes one look at my rash and tells me it is shingles....ok at least i do not have something totally crazy. They were able to buy me my antiviral medications and I will be fine. I was hopefully trying to get back to Ten's and if the rash is not fully healed by then I am going to walk in totally sober and talk to them about what  is going on. I need to earn money and I know Ten's can do it for me. So for now I am taking my meds and seeing whAT it will do b4 then but we shall see...So hopefully they will hire me back and let me get back into gear!!

My new outfits for work!

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.

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!

Prom, Balloon Vaginas and Molestation by Strippers

     So last night was the "2nd Chance Prom" at the University of Arizona. 2nd chance prom is a prom for the people in the LGBTQ (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans and Queer) community to go with the gender they wanted to go with, or if they never had a prom. I went with a girl I used to play with who is engaged to a guy and is pregnant. She brought one of her bisexual guy friends and my friend "Dyke" came with me as well. Me and Dyke were "single and ready to mingle." My date and I were reminiscing our old fun times together, and got a little...ehem close. *smiles* But the night got only more debaucherous from there. *smiles wider*
    So me and Dyke arrive at the U of A Student Memorial Union and wait for my date and her friend. They were a little late but we walk up this fairly large amount of stairs. I look at her feet and notice she is wearing 2 inch heels and saw her struggling and thought to myself [I'm so glad I decided NOT to wear my heels to this event. I just decided on a comfy pair of chuck taylors. The theme for the night was black and white (and rainbow) and somehow all four of us were dressed head to toe in all black.
    We walk into the ballroom entrance and sign our names down and ran into my gay friend that does alot of work for the LGBTQ community at the U of A. He used to work at the call center with my mom as well. I always run into people from InfoNXX at strange times. The ballroom was a little overwhelming, the darkness, random pulsing lights and Lady Gaga blaring through the speakers definately reminding me of Ten's. The entertainment was great. I ended up recognizing one of the drag queens. The gay fraternity did a wonderful show too. It was nice to be surrounded by people of the community and seeing girls making out everywhere.
    So around 10 pm my date and her friend go home and me and Dyke have not been successful in finding an afterparty. And as I don't have even my invalid id right now hitting up one of the bars would not be advised. So me and Dyke walk back to the car and smoke a bowl.
    "Let's walk down fourth and see if we run into anybody we know." Dyke says.
    "Everyone is here on 4th FOR the afterparty. It's only 10, its still early everyone is going to IBT's." I replied, but we ended up walking all the way down to Che's before something semi interesting happens. We decided to turn around and figure something else out to do with our gay themed night. We see this hippy, full head of dreads making balloon hats and animals and whatnot. And he has this orange ballon folded up and Jen just yells to him, "That looks like a vagina with a really large clit!"
    All of the people around the balloon hippy start roaring with laughter. It really did look like a vagina with a huge clit that pulsed when you played with the balloon right. So after talking to the balloon hippie we walked back to the car and she starts counting her money. She then just looks at me and says, "Let's go to Ten's!"
    Fuck! But I'm always down to go to Ten's. Never know who you're going to run into. So we get into Ten's around 11 pm. The place is packed! We can't find a table. I had to flag a waitress to find us a table. I ran into one of my ex playmates in the bathroom, who when I saw her onstage she has gotten really really good. A little sloppy and repetitive tricks and she needs to stick her landings more but definately good.
    Our usual night dj was having his last day at work today. He didn't ever like me much. But it was interesting to see how this place is evolving. Still so many new girls, especially on a Friday night when we could have anywhere 30 and sometimes 50 girls. They opened up third stage but that was not until about midnight. So my friend Dyke and I start drinking pitchers of beer, and had a couple liquid marijuanas. She is sitting and flirting with a dancer she had met when she was here before. I had tipped this kinda cute dancer who I thought was cool at first but...*sigh*. Never trust a stripper, especially one fucked up on percs and alcohol. So around 1 oclock this dancer comes and talks to me. And unfortunately this is how the conversation started.
    [Me]"So how long have you been working here?"
    [Her]"Well I've been back since December but I used to work here 3 years ago."
    [Me]"Oh so do you know ______?" (lets make up a good name here cause shes one of my favorite ex playmates...howabout Daisy.)
    [Her]"Daisy?" Yeah I know her, how do you know her?"
    [Me]"Well I used to work here and she and I had an interesting relationship."
    [Her]"Oh baby, I'm so sorry!" as she hugs my head between her breasts.
    I roll my eyes in her breasts so she cannot see. Great I think to myself, I've run into another one of Daisy's exes like I did the day before I started working in this club. I extricate myself from her grasp and take a giant unlady like swig of my beer and say I need to smoke a cigarette. She grabs my hand and says "I'm taking you out to the smoking cage." Again I roll my eyes as I'm already allowed to smoke out there. So we go out and smoke and she just starts spouting out "dirty secrets" about Daisy. And really for how dirty this chick dances I can tell you about it in a minute she should not have shit on my favorite dancer. And I've heard similar things about her before but its ALWAYS from the people who are jealous. Daisy really is such an amazing dancer, just so elegant and free flowing.
    We go back in and she has me sit on her lap and I just look at her and say, "I'm not working baby, you're supposed to be on my lap." So I pay for one dance up front. And she doesn't dance the way I like. It was hot and sexy don't get me wrong but after all the shit she was spouting about Daisy this girl might as well have been fucking me. She whispers in my ear "Let me know if I go too far." Isn't that what I'm supposed to say if I was that kind of customer....ehem "that kind" And her head is in my shirt, kinda tacky, her hands were down my pants...and she was not doing chair tricks. She was just sucking on my tits and rubbing my clit. I come to the strip club to be entertained. She asks me in the middle of the dance what drugs I do. I asked her what she does and she told me percs, I could easily see it in her eyes too. She was all half-lidded in the stupor of a heroin addict who just had a major shot. So after the prepaid song I got 2 more dances, $7 a dance, 3 dances=$21.
    [Me]"So how much do I owe you?" I ask this to test just how fucked up she is. If there is one thing I learned as a stripper, its to count songs.
    [Her]"$42"
    [Me] my eyes widen in disbelief. "For two songs? I paid you for the first one up front and then you did two more."
    [Her] "I know how to count songs. You got alot more than you're paying for."
    [Me] again...eye roll. "Hold on." I dish in the pocket for the money Dyke gave me and told me to spend. There's $14 dollars exactly. I apologized and then Dyke paid her the rest. She gets up and she had dropped the $14 I had given her on the chair. And normally I would not do this but I sat on the money and waited for her to get away from me and I put it in my pocket to give to Dyke. The girl was a judgemental Whore of a dancer, pointing out the flaws of who I think is one of the best at Ten's if not THE best. And when you put your hand in my pants and charge me like 5 extra songs that you didn't do. What the fuck! The girl is soooo fucked up she writes her number down for me twice! As you can see she is most likely not getting a call.
    So after we downed 3 large pitchers with Dyke's little date helping the club closes down and we go chill outside waiting for Dyke's friend to get out of the locker room. One of the dancers I used to work with calls me over and asks if I want to smoke some weed at her place. I tell her I'm fine with that. She's having the limo take her home. I've ridden in the limo a few times, its a really nice limo, and the driver is cool as fuck. He has helped me out in some crazy situations at Ten's. I tell Dyke I'll call her later. She knows if I don't that I'm having fun and Dyke seemed like her night would be occupied.
    Shortly after I get in the limo, my ex coworker, Storm tells me,
    [Her] "You know I always thought you were hot. Do you want to spend the night instead of calling your friend?"
    [Me] *grins*...just use your imagination from there.