Tales from the Boobie Bar!
This one just kinda made us go 'o.O'.
Cast!
X=Dancer girly
C=Customer
A=Dancer girly they were talking about, who happens to be Dominican
X=*doing her thing, chachacha, goes to C*
C=Hey, I gotta question.
X=Yes? *smiling, dancing*
C=This is a predominantly white area, isn't it?
X=I suppose so, yes.
C=Then I guess SHE *points accusingly at A* doesn't do very WELL here.
X=*blinkblink* Actually, she's one of the top money makers.
C=WELL. I don't see HOW, if this is a white area.
Predominantly white, not predominantly racist, thanks.
Grr.
Then later on, two younger guys came in.
The older of the two was nice.
Me=Bewbs!
YG=Younger Guy
Me=*comes down offstage, goes round bar for tips, approaches YG* Hi! *cheerydancedancesmilesmile*
YG=Hi! WOW! *takes a dollar off the bar*
Me=*dances a bit more for him, then pulls out the side of my G-string for him to tip me*
YG=Wait, wait-I want you to do some HOT SHIT!
Me=*eyebrow raised-I'm already tired and hot and sweaty from dancing for 15-20 minutes straight*
YG=Like, like...here! Get up on this chair *indicates barstool behind me* and like, put one leg over and your other leg on me! And, like, make noises! And, and...
Me=*not going to happen, but I'd like to see how much of an ass he is*...and what were you planning to tip for that, out of curiousity? *can see where this is going*
YG=Uh, a dollar?
Me=...
YG=:D...
Me=...
YG=:/...
Me=Nope.
YG=Oh. Well, what WILL you do for a dollar?!
Me=Dance. Which I did.
YG=OH. *finally gives me the damn dollar, sheepish*
He also made unreasonable (and in one case, physically impossible) requests of the other girls.
I've probably bitched about this before, but really-
-a strip club is NOT an 'All You Can Fuck Take Home Buffet'.
Yes, we're lovely. Yes, we make our living being Damn Sexy. Yes, a number of us are bisexual.
No, that does not mean we'll go home with you and double team your woman. Just no.
Me=Your friendly neighborhood stripper
G=Guy
GW=Guys woman
Me=*dancedancesmilesmile*
G=*tips* So...you're really pretty.
Me=Thanks!
GW=REALLY pretty. *stare*
Me=...thaaaaaaaaaaaanks...!
GW=So, what time are you off?
Me=Not until much later, why?
GW=Well, we'd REALLY like you to come over. How much for you to come by and have a little fun with us?
Me=o.O
G=We can pay you really well. *smarmy smile*
Me=Sorry, but I don't do that!
G=*looks at me like I just told him that the sky is purple with green polka dots* What do you mean, 'no'?
Me=Which part of that tiny word threw you?
GW=We just mean, I mean, you're a stripper, so there's an expectation that you do this with us.
Me=Like hell. I live up to my own expectations, not to anyone elses. If you wanna look at pretty ladies dance, come here-if you want to find a sex partner, I'd suggest another bar or a personals ad.
G=o.o
GW=o.o But, you know, there's this stereotype, so...
Me=And stereotypes are generally...*gestures like a teacher to her*
GW=...incorrect?
Me=Very good!
GW=Oh. OH. *gets it*
I should not have to have this conversation three to four times a week.
But thanks-
To the guy who thought I was completely fascinating, tipped well, and bought me a couple-few drinks-thanks, you made the night go a bit faster with the spirited conversation about World War II.
To the young woman in with her boyfriend for his birthday who was super cool and tipped all of us well.
And to the young guy who was completely thrilled to be in a strip club, tipped well, got lots of dances, and was really respectful ^^