Coke and Hookers

It's been a long time since I've written anything. There has been so much going on that I haven't been able to process it all.

At first, I really thought that everything in the strip club was just pg-13. I mean, it certainly isn't a disney film but I never thought that anything worse was going on.

I was so wrong.

My first glance was when a stripper stole thousands off of a customer. It's a long story but for him, it wasn't really that much money. It was pocket cash. He wasn't that upset.

This gentleman is quite possibly the most interesting looking man I have ever seen. He is around 7 feet tall, large boned, large brown eyes and almost always wears a suit. (I'll leave his name out to respect privacy) He comes in quite regularly, and I assumed he was just very nerdy and very nice.

A few weeks ago, he offered me coke which I have never even seen before. I've never even been around people who do coke. I don't even know what people look like when they are on drugs. He offered all the strippers coke and other drugs as well. I declined his offer... just for the record.
What was alarming to me was not that he was doing coke or that the strippers were doing coke. I was alarmed by the openness of it and the acceptance of it, even by some of the management. In fact, it was beyond acceptance, it was almost welcomed by management and everyone else.

I am having a hard time forming my thoughts to make a coherent story about this. So, I'm just going to give up and write what I saw and think and everything in between.

One of the strippers (named Jasmine from the Disney movie) who did coke with this tall gentleman later told me that she had been homeless before this.

Another stripper named Georgia told me she was addicted to Oxycodone. All of her money from stripping went to support her habit.
Georgia said, "I should have known better. My ex-boyfriend was addicted to heroin and I saw what it did. I should have known better."
There was a pause in the conversation as I sat there silently dragging on my cigarette.
"I'm sorry if I just made this awkward," she said.

I honestly thought that I would judge drug addicts and prostitutes if I ever met them but what I feel instead is an overwhelming pity. And an overwhelming gratefulness that God gave me a better life and a future. My mother was far from being a perfect mother but she loved me, in her own way. And I am so grateful for that. I am so grateful. And so sorry for these women. My heart breaks for them. Some of these women are legitimately kind women who could have had a different life.
I realize that none of us have life figured out. None of us have the answer. But I don't believe that coke and drug addictions and homelessness are any kind of way to live and be happy.


In another day, I found out that some of the girls are turning tricks. I shouldn't be shocked but I was. I mean, I am often propositioned at the club. I always say no. I should have known that it really happens. But I didn't. I didn't think for a second that it really did happen.
And again, what's even more surprising is that no one cares. If you have the money, you can get away with anything. I see major CEO's coming in and buying a girl. They aren't careful with their name and are open about the fact that they are married and have mistresses and whores. No one cares. Because if you fuck with them, you die.
FOR REAL. I had no idea this actually happens in real life. I really just had no idea.

I honestly thought that this kind of thing only happens in movies or T.V.  I'm not sure that I wanted to know.

For years, I have had this fantasy of someday getting married and only being intimate with that person for the rest of my life. And them only being with me and neither of us wanting to be with anyone else. I don't know that I can ever believe in that again. I don't understand why people get married only to cheat, sleep with hookers and go to strip clubs. Am I the only one who's heart is broken by this?

I don't understand.


~Ani

Amateur Stripper

Hi!

Last night was amateur night at the strip club. Also, the hard body waitress contest. What that means is that the waitresses have to get up on stage and dance. Clothing is optional. I had no idea until I got to work.

I'm a waitress. So, I had to get up on stage and dance. It was mortifying. I'm pretty sure I made an ass of myself but everyone was too nice to say anything mean. Oh well, it was an experience and I got some nice singles thrown at me. 

One guy kind of was really into me after my stage dance though. He kept asking me to give him a lap dance and become a stripper. It piqued my curiosity about stripping and I asked management what it would take for me to become a stripper. First of all, I would have to pay hundreds of dollars to get my stripper's license. Then, every night that I dance, I have to pay the club 150 a night just to let me dance. And there is no guarantee that I would make any money. I might just end up owing the club lots and lots of money. One girl told me that she only made twelve dollars last night. 

Meh. It doesn't sound worth it. 

One of the girls taught me a little bit about stripping, how to talk to customers, how to ignore petty bullshit from other strippers, how to flirt and how to make money. Let me just say that she is beautiful and she was so nice! She gave me a demonstration lap dance to teach me how to do it. Oh my gosh, it was hot! She should have been a model. Her body is amazing. She is the clubs top dancer and I think I know why. She is a flash dancer, which means she only shows a little for a little time. She teases. 

Anyway, I'm definitely not going to become a stripper. Mostly because it doesn't seem to be a financially stable job. 

Management has been very clear that nothing illegal happens at the club. No drugs and no prostitution. So, far I believe them. I haven't seen anything illegal at the club. But, I'm starting to wonder what happens outside of the club...

I overheard some of the girls talking about how one of their customers took them on a shopping trip earlier today. This guy spend thousands of dollars on this shopping trip, taking these girls to Nordstrom and Macy to buy them shoes, clothing and other accessories. I kind of doubt that they are just stripping for this guy. 

There are a couple of strippers that make thousands almost every night. One of the girls, let's call her Reba, is an artist when it comes to pole dancing. Reba climbs to the top of the pole, twists, turns, strips, hangs upside down and dances her way back down to the bottom of the pole. I can't even begin to describe what she does but its amazing. People are always so impressed that they shower her with cash. The waitstaff have to stand by the side of the stage with trash cans to help her collect the money from the stage. When she is done with a performance, she sensually rolls around the stage while people 'make it rain'. Lights flash, the fog fills the stage and all you can see is this beautiful naked woman, rubbing her hands over her body, with money showing above her and covering her. 

It's seriously amazing to watch. 

I tend to not be that popular with the customers. The only people that seem to like me are really down to earth people. Like groups of friends who come in just to experience a strip show. The regular customers aren't really that impressed with me. And here is the problem with that. The down to earth people don't tip as much as the regular customers. I've got to figure out how to stay classy and yet, make more tips. 

One guy last night told me that he wasn't going to make a move on me but that he thought I was the most beautiful girl in the room and that all the other girls in the room were ho's. I wasn't really sure how to respond to him. I thanked him, told him he was sweet and walked away. Anyway, this guy proves my point about the money thing. This guy didn't tip me at all.

Anyway, moral of the story, if you walk into a strip club tonight and there is a really nice waitress who is maybe too enthusiastic about asking you if you want a drink, give her a big tip. She has a ton of student loans that she needs to pay. 

~Ani

First Night

Hi,

First night at the strip club. I made 50 in tips. I gave 8 to the bartender. I'm not sure if that was enough or if I should have given more. I'm going to have to look up how much to tip out a bartender. 

Fun Fact: Alcohol is illegal in my state's strip clubs. So, we only serve soda and Redbull. I'm not sure what the point of a bartender is when you are only serving coke products. I'm guessing it's just another excuse to have another scantily clad beautiful woman in the room. 

One guy grabbed my ass and told me that I had an ass that black men like. I'm not going to lie, I actually liked it. And I'm embarrassed to admit it but it felt good to be admired. Even if it was also somewhat sleazy and cheap. Another man, took my hand and told me that I was absolutely gorgeous. There were other men who tried to flirt with me and talk with me but  honestly, I really wasn't interested in flirting with anyone who wasn't going to tip. I'm not at a bar to flirt for free. I'm at work and I need to make money to pay off my huge student loans. Seriously, though, I have to come up with 250 bucks in about a week to pay off one of my students loans. I'm hoping I can make enough money to make the payment on time. 

Some of the men barely acknowledged my presence though. Early in the night, there were two middle aged business men who came in and looked incredibly uncomfortable when I asked them if they would like something to drink. One of them looked at me and did a double take. I swear I could hear him thinking "She looks like she is my daughters age". 

They tried to ignore me for the rest of the night. I'm guessing it is slightly uncomfortable to enjoy a strip show and lap dance when a girl who reminds you of your daughter is near by. Still, that uncomfortable business guy gave me a huge tip. I am not sure if he actually was impressed with my service or if he was trying to ease his conscience in some way. 

Anyway, it's past noon, I've just woken up and it's time to make some coffee and then go for a run.

~Ani

Got a Job

Hi,

Today is my first day working at a strip club. I'm going to be training to be a waitress tonight. It's 5:30 pm and it's time to start getting ready. This will start with a shower, toweling off, putting lotion on to keep my skin soft and then I'll put a robe on. The next step in the process is to put my makeup on... foundation, powder, blush, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick and lipgloss to make my lips look extra sensual. After the makeup up, it's time to do my hair. Blowdrying and then curling or straightening my hair. I'm slow at curling hair, so this takes me 45 minutes to an hour.

God, this is boring to write about and writing doesn't even begin to describe the time and effort it takes.
On an average day, this process takes about an hour. But that doesn't include the time I take to tweeze and shape my eyebrows(Another 15-20 minutes). And then there is my morning workout. I start with 20 minutes of jumping rope and then a 2 mile run. After that, I do crunches, push ups, stair steps and stretching. It takes me 3 hours to get ready to go to work.

Just for the record, I may sound like I'm a body builder but I'm really not. I have a pretty average build, I think. I'm 5'2 120 lbs and I've got curves. Oh, I'm blonde by the way. And yes, it is dyed. It's naturally a dark blonde/light brown but I've dyed it to a much lighter shade.

Okay. It's 5:47. I really have to stop writing and start getting ready. Otherwise, I may not be ready to leave for work at 8 pm.

~Ani