If you haven’t been checking out the Fun Stuff Page, or following my Facebook or Twitter…you have been missing the proliferation of mainstream newsmedia articles regarding the influx of desperate cash-strapped women to the industry.
As a result, I have gotten a lot of emails from women who want to know, “What is the absolute WORST thing that could happen to me if I decide to become a stripper?” I usually send them to this blogpost that I wrote way back in the earliest days of my blog, entitled The Weirdest Thing That Ever Happened to Me at a Strip Club. For all you newcomers, my original blog is located on Myspace. I didn’t transfer the comments when I republished the blog here at StripandGrowRich, but you can search for it using the date in the myspace sidebar if you want to read the comments.
This is the Second Weirdest Thing that Ever Happened to Me at a Strip Club:
It was 2002 and summertime in San Francisco. I was working at the Hustler Club just off Broadway Avenue. My partner in crime at the time was a petite dirty blonde (the hair color) stage-named Alicia. We actually met at a Gold Club audition when I first moved to San Fran. She got hired, I didn’t (back then you HAD to have fake boobs or be a size 4 to get hired most places) But, we were both from Philly, exchanged phone numbers, and kept in touch since we had both just moved to the city and neither of us had any friends. I got hired at Boys Toys, now known as Broadway Showgirls and she worked at The Gold Club for a few months. When Hustler had it’s Grand Opening in February 2002, we teamed up and made a lot of money together selling champagne rooms. This was before I took the original DancerWealth course in Las Vegas, and she was a good mentor to me.
Getting back to the story: we sold a half-hour champagne room to two old buddies Ed and Ned. If you’ve never been to the Hustler Club, the VIP area is adjacent to the bar and enclosed in glass. It is an open room, with several couches. The first odd thing was that our two guys sat down on the same couch next to each other, even though the room was empty. Alicia and I just shrugged and accomodated them…the customer is always right, eh? Ed and Ned were very well behaved as we double-danced for them. Again, for newbies: the double dance is when (usually) two girls dance for one guy to fulfill his fantasy of a threesome. Ironically, due to space constraints and the outnumbering 2 to 1 ratio, double dances usually have less contact. In this case it was the two of us dancing on the same couch for two guys, and every few songs we would just switch off.
About 3 songs into the half-hour, Alicia and I turned around and realized that Ed and Ned were totally making out with each other! They blushed when they realized we were staring…the shocked look on our faces must have been a sight to see!
“Oh we grew up here in the 60′s…we are comfortable with our sexuality,” Ned said.
“And so are our wives,” Ed added.
So, after nine and a half years of stripping…those are the two weirdest situations I can recall. Anyone want to share theirs?
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