1. Be sweet and agreeable one week, cold and distant the next.
2. Never call, just send text messages. Randomly. Out of the blue.
3. Every 12 weeks send nasty “Lose my number, Never call me again!” texts.
4. Whine about how much money you’re not making at work, then ask for money.
5. Have your client help you move into the new apartment he just leased for you, so he can see how nice your furniture and shoe collection is….yet you never have money to pay your rent.
6. Cancel Out of The Club “dates” last minute because “you have to work.”
7. Get really mad at him when he gets dances from other girls!
The last one is usually the deal breaker.
I hadn’t seen Slim and Harry in over a year. Both are older, divorced/single guys in their early fifties. They worked together years ago, but no longer work for the same company. Once or twice a month the old friends get together for a nice steak dinner, then hit CCP to look at pretty topless girls half their age. I dance for both of them, and they get dances from lots of different girls. Harry even got me a birthday card for my much anticipated/dreaded 30th birthday a few years ago.
Last time I heard from them was November of 06. Harry said he was having quadruple bi-pass surgery. We emailed occasionally, but once his email got 17 pages deep in my archives we lost touch. My psychic powers gave me a heads up earlier this week when I thought to myself, “I need to dig up Slim and Harry’s emails…gosh…I hope Harry didn’t die after open heart surgery and that’s why they haven’t been in.” I mused.
Lo and behold, I saw Slim and Harry walk in the door last night while I was dancing for Jim-Bob from Kentucky. I finished up with Jim-Bob, and went directly over to their table. “Where have you two been?” I asked.
Looking sheepish, Harry said..”Uhhh, another club in town.” He shrugged. “Guilty! But I’m back!”
I sat down with Harry while Monica, the devastatingly gorgeous blonde from Hungary, danced for Slim.
“After my surgery I took some time off. I’ve been dating one of the girls at the other club since July.” Harry explained. “But she’s just too high maintenance. I go to strip clubs to relax and get away from drama. I take good care of her, but she makes me feel guilty when I get lapdances from other girls. That’s no fun.”
No, its not fun. And it’s not fair to Harry. He is playing a variation of The White Knight. He is not the creepy kind of White Knight who wants to “rescue you,” rather he’s the cool kind that every stripper dreams of landing. Deep pockets, lots of fun, just wants arm candy for business events and vacations to exotic lands with no strings attached. Man did this other chick blow it! Greed will bite you in the a$$ every time.
Otherwise, it was just another normal night at CCP. No shocking stories. Just a bunch of heterosexual guys drinking beer and looking at pretty girls. I think everyone I danced for gave me the I don’t usually come to these kinds of places line. Most memorable was Lance, the 6 foot 10 former basketball player. It’s not often I look UP at someone when I’m wearing 6 inch stilettos. He was in town on business and his associates decided “Hey! Lets go to a Strip Club!” Gee, I never heard that one before. I took him upstairs so his co-workers wouldn’t be talking about “what the boss did with a pair of 36Fs in his face” on Tuesday morning.
We talked about Bikram yoga, investing, what a joke our pieces of paper from accredited universities are, and how we both sold our bodies to get where we are today. Lance sold his body to basketball teams for twenty years, which ultimately took a major toll on his knees, hips, and shoulders. Regardless, it paid for two pieces of paper and lined up the coveted job he has today. I’ve sold my body to the skin industry, which is taking it’s toll on my knees and sciatic nerve. Regardless, it had paid for my home, my education, and lined up investment opportunities that would have otherwise been out of reach for an elementary school teacher.
Stripping is what you make of it….only YOU can make it work for you.
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