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Monday, April 11, 2005

And Then There Are The Women

I can’t stand it when women visit the club as customers.

When I see two or three women sitting together at a booth or table, my stomach turns. They dress up either very sexy or very professional. When they dress sexy, it’s funny, because they obviously thought that they could compete with us. It is a competition that they can only lose. I don’t mean that too obnoxiously: not only are we almost naked, we’ve spent at least an hour on our make-up. They usually get too drunk and leave after 1 hour.

When they dress professionally, it’s annoying, because they are seeking to visually set themselves on higher level from us. They have come to the zoo to see the animals. They cluster together and giggle, unabashedly screaming out, ridiculing every flaw of our bodies. Especially when we are topless on main stage. Somehow, it makes them feel good about themselves and for one glorious night, takes the focus off of their own insecurities and self hatred. Girls night out.

One night, I decided to hit the floor as soon as I arrived, without stopping at the bar for a drink. Besides, no one else was trying for dances. Then, I saw the reason: the only customers were one lone male customer, and not to far from him, a couple of late 30s females, drinking and tittering. Sure, most dancers would have at least tried to ask the guy for a dance, but it was just too early in the night to deal with late 30s females as well.

I knew that the women were going to make fun of me when I approached the guy, so I walked gracefully and put on my classy face: eyebrows slightly arched, eyelids low, gentle smile and relaxed upper lip. This wouldn’t change the fact that they would ridicule me, but it would make it harder. Let them reveal just how desperate they are.

I asked him for a dance. He seemed relieved, which confirmed my suspicion that no one had approached him on account of the bitches. He was quick to accept. As I took off my dress, I asked "Stopping by on your way home from work?"
He ogled my body and said "Naw, I think I’m gonna be here for awhile."

Cool. Making money at the beginning of the night is like free money. You walk in fresh. You haven’t had time to sit at the bar, bored, waiting, getting stale.

I danced for the bitches as much as I danced for him. Not too showy, but sexy, classy. I fully expected a second dance from this guy, but something had changed. He mumbled "I forgot, I gotta go see about something.’" "Will you come back and see me?" "Uh, yeah. . ." he rushed out. Dammit! What was that?!

Just then, one of the bitches walked up to me, giggling and drunk.
"Excuse me, what’s your name?"
"Brittany."
"Well, Brittany," she was trying to stifle laughter, but she couldn’t. It was just too funny.
"Um, Brittany. You might want to check on the status of your sanitary, uh, product – phffffffffff" she was laughing, again.
I looked at her and smiled graciously as if she’d just told me I had the prettiest hair she’d ever seen.
"Thank you."
I walked to the bar and chatted for a minute with a girl, acting nonchalant, my heart pounding. I then headed for the dressing room. I pulled up my dress. Sure enough, 4 inches of bright white string. I’m sure the black lights accentuated it very well.

I went back out and played the part of sophisticate until the bitches left. They made sure to say patronizing "bye’s" to me on the way out. As soon as they left, I started slamming back the shots and telling other strippers about my embarrassment. The night was turning out to be slow, so everyone offered their humiliating stripping menstruation stories.

The most twisted: one girl, while dancing at an all-nude club, started her period on the main stage. She didn’t know it until she squatted down, her pussy facing a guy. She looked at him for his reaction and he only seemed to get turned on. Hmm.

Anyways, the stories made me feel better, and it was the first stripper cameraderie I’d felt so far.

9 comment(s):

Ouch, the dreaded string!
Happens to everyone eventually.
As far as the ladies in the club goes, the dancers may not like it but the customers & the staff sure do...especially when they get all drunk and interact/tip the girls on stage. Cougars gone wild.

By Mike, at Tuesday, 12 April, 2005
i have friends who looooove going down on a woman when she's on her period. me, i'm still getting over my hemophobia and can barely stand to see my own blood drawn at the dr's office.

there's that cup device now, yes? eliminates the string?

By darling maggot, at Wednesday, 13 April, 2005
why are you mad at the women for telling you about the string? they did you a favor...who knows how much more business you would have lost that night...most guys probably wouldnt have enough balls to tell you...i can understand you hating women that look down on you, but that time, they helped you out

By BigT, at Wednesday, 13 April, 2005
I agree Mr T, the info they gave me was priceless.

However, they were already sending nasty, judgmental vibes, and they way the woman told me was cruel. They just forget that you're human. I guess it's (a little) like being a celebrity. They get heckled all of the time. I could never be famous - my skin's way too thin. (Plus I can't act or sing.)

By Stefanie, at Wednesday, 13 April, 2005
even though the information was useful, the package in came in was hardly well-meant. it was one thing if the woman pulled you aside and said, hey i just thought you should know, your string is showing, and another thing if she did what she did, which was high school all over again, hahaha let's have a laugh at someone else's expense.

By darling maggot, at Wednesday, 13 April, 2005
i've been to the strip joints, but not with girls. i went with my boyfriend a couple times...once in new orleans, and once as an enron after dinner function -everyone went. i just studied everything...took mental notes, "sure they don't touch...they'll do whatever they're paid to do." i was so curious, it was fun to look and learn. but i didn't want to participate, and i definitely didn't want him to. i'm just not that cool. we never stayed too long...it was the men there who disgusted me, i had no problems with the women...is that weird?

By tequilita, at Wednesday, 13 April, 2005
That sucks. I had no idea groups of girls went in together and behaved that way.

By Connie, at Sunday, 22 May, 2005
I'm a web girl who once went to a strip club on my birthday with a girl and two guys. I didn't like the girl out on the date, a total PC snob who berated me at dinner for refusing to join her boycott campaign againt a local book store for carrying un-PC material. I could have stabbed her in the face, the way she looked down her fucking white educated liberal nose at the strippers. I've never seen anyone look so disgusted an cruel in a club, and I was truly embarassed to be sitting near her. Okay honey, "research" the other half to validate your own petty "feminist" views that hate sexual women, but can't you at least tip or smile or something? I hadn't been to enraged at someone in a long while. The older I get, the more I want to stick to fellow whores for company in all matters.

By Anonymous, at Tuesday, 28 June, 2005
As a fellow stripper/dancer (whatever you want to call me)... I can relate in re: the women... and I have my own menstration story to tell. The short of it is this: I was dancing for a long time regular. I was using Depo however had left the time between shots a little too long... so unbeknown to me.. I got my period.. right at the time I was dancing for this long time regular.. and he was wearing a white shirt. That's how I knew.. it's a full nude club and he liked me grinding on him.. embarressed. yes.. didn't speak with him for ages. We never spoke about it ever again. After that, I'm damn sure to keep my Depo shots up2date :-)

By GoldCoastGirl, at Tuesday, 28 June, 2005

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And Then There Are The Women

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