In my year of stripping I conducted myself professionally. I thought of myself as a modern day Geisha. Offering witty banter, lighting your cigarettes, pouring your drinks, dancing, and just generally making you feel important. I did not offer sexual favors for money. Ever. I was an entertainer not a prostitute.
Sadly with the economy taking a steady downward spiral within the last few years men are wanting more bang for their buck so to speak. This is where the Extras Girls come in. Now granted prostitution isn't as prevalent as it once was just ten years or so ago. It's now become harder for Clean girls to make money.
I was talking to a stripper friend of mine last night who we'll call E*. E* said that she could remember as little as three years ago, crying when she left with three hundred on a weeknight. Now she's happy to make that on a Friday or Saturday night. The biggest reason for this is the Extras Girls. They offer up what the men are looking for all in a nice convenient little package. Company, booze, drugs, and sex all in one $150.00 per fifteen minute private dance. So kids, as we all know about sales competition, the better deal is getting more for less. That's what these girls offer.
So here's girls like me and E* that don't do this trying to make an honest living getting our throats cut by Extras Girls. Now don't get me wrong, I believe a woman has the right to do what she wants with her body. I think prostitution should be legalized and regulated. But if you're going to work in a strip club don't offer sex in the club. Find your customers elsewhere or at least do it outside the club and for more money. Or maybe go to Nevada where it's legal. But don't ruin others chances of making money.
But that being said I think that pretty well explains Extras Girls. Please feel free to comment with ideas for more topics.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Why?
I thought for my first real blog post I would address the question that I get asked the most. Why would you want to be a stripper? Well, why does anyone work? To make money. I got into the industry rather late. Most girls start as soon as their eighteen and sometimes younger if a fake ID finds its way into their hands. I started at twenty.
My short lived career started at a very high class club. First Choice* was very large with a huge stage, two satellite stages, couch room, VIP area with a pole, and champagne rooms. Three stories tall and kept very clean. A friend of mine danced there and she said that it was a very good club to start out in because it was topless optional. Meaning when we were on stage we didn't have to take off our tops unless we wanted to and it was only required in the couch room or champagne rooms. I went in to speak with the manager and he was nothing like I had seen in the movies. I was very naive to the whole situation and had the stereotype of some greasy handsy pimp. On the contrary, he was young, attractive, and made me feel very comfortable. He never once asked me to do anything that I wasn't willing to do.
Within my first week I had a regular. We'll call him Lizard* In the strip club world a regular is a customer that comes to your club a certain amount of times a week or month and gets dances from just you. He was an older man with lots of tattoos. He ran a rather illegal business and brought his clients into our club because the music volume prevented him from being caught with wires. But none the less when he was done with his client I would spend the evening with him giving him lap dances and providing conversation.
I got into stripping for the money. I stayed to offer therapy and entertainment. After working for a while I realized that not all of my customers would be handsy pervs. Most of them were lonely, worked too much, or didn't get what they needed from their wives. No, I'm not talking about sex. Sometimes fake affection is better than none at all. So, I guess essentially I like making people feel good about themselves. That's why I was a stripper. It's not always men either, but that's a topic for another post.
*Names have been changed for privacy.
My short lived career started at a very high class club. First Choice* was very large with a huge stage, two satellite stages, couch room, VIP area with a pole, and champagne rooms. Three stories tall and kept very clean. A friend of mine danced there and she said that it was a very good club to start out in because it was topless optional. Meaning when we were on stage we didn't have to take off our tops unless we wanted to and it was only required in the couch room or champagne rooms. I went in to speak with the manager and he was nothing like I had seen in the movies. I was very naive to the whole situation and had the stereotype of some greasy handsy pimp. On the contrary, he was young, attractive, and made me feel very comfortable. He never once asked me to do anything that I wasn't willing to do.
Within my first week I had a regular. We'll call him Lizard* In the strip club world a regular is a customer that comes to your club a certain amount of times a week or month and gets dances from just you. He was an older man with lots of tattoos. He ran a rather illegal business and brought his clients into our club because the music volume prevented him from being caught with wires. But none the less when he was done with his client I would spend the evening with him giving him lap dances and providing conversation.
I got into stripping for the money. I stayed to offer therapy and entertainment. After working for a while I realized that not all of my customers would be handsy pervs. Most of them were lonely, worked too much, or didn't get what they needed from their wives. No, I'm not talking about sex. Sometimes fake affection is better than none at all. So, I guess essentially I like making people feel good about themselves. That's why I was a stripper. It's not always men either, but that's a topic for another post.
*Names have been changed for privacy.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Introductory Post
Hello and welcome to a little window into the life of a retired stripper. I'll be posting stories from when I was dancing and my life now. Mostly musings about the industry, life, marriage, pregnancy, and parenting. Forgive me if my ramblings are a bit scattered and hard to read but hopefully this will intrest someone. Or possibly give someone insight into a life that they otherwise would never be interested in. This blog is for my family and of course my overworked and underpaid ladies in the clubs.
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