"I had been working at the only black owned and operated strip club In Phoenix before that, a topless bar. All Star weekend had been amazing and exciting. The strip club in Phoenix had been so packed that there wasn't even much room to move around and money had been thrown up in the air so much it was always stuck in the ceiling here and there at the end of each night. I prepped for All Star, two hours a day in the gym and spinning classes here and there to try and firm up my booty. I found a tanning lotion that gave me a good, even, natural looking tan and used it every single day. I had met a lot of people, worked 12-18 hour days and by the time it was all over I was so worn out I stayed in bed for two days straight, I actually slept most of that time. I slept well those days, better than I had slept in a very long time.
"I'm no stranger to hard work but I am 33, older than most of the girls in the strip club. I get worn down a little faster than those girls do even though I can get by for younger when I need to. I'm of mixed heritage, my mother is a white woman, and my father is black. I have a skin tone that's pretty light, if my hair weren't as kinky as it is, I may not look like a black woman at all short of my hourglass figure and full lips. I'm lucky, right now, my look happens to be 'in'. I wear my hair either in loose, wet looking curls piled up on top of my head, a huge Afro or a huge Afro puff. I tend to get the most compliments, money and attention when I wear the big Afro puff on top of my head. My hair is almost blond. It's a dirty blond color and gets lighter in the summer from the sun. Living in Phoenix makes me darn close to blond most of the time. There aren't too many girls walking around with blond hair that can be worn in an Afro. That's a good thing my look is unique. My eyes are hazel and the Hollywood personality I get compared to the most is 'Gina' from the television show 'Martin'. I personally don't think I look like the girl but I hear it so often that we must have some resemblance
"I first found a strip club in San Francisco that I wanted to work in when I searched online. The few people I talked with about it at the club in Phoenix mentioned to me that there was only one black club in San Francisco and the same place always came up. I hadn't even considered working anywhere else while I was in The Bay area. There was only one problem for me; it was an all-nude club. I have never worked in an all-nude club. I had actually made an unofficial promise to myself years ago, when I had started dancing that all nude was something I would not do. Of course, I say unofficial only because I was strongly considering breaking that promise by the time my plane touched down at Oakland International. 'My man' had gone in and checked out the club for me before I got there. He talked with the manager and was told that if I wasn't comfortable dancing naked then I didn't have to dance naked. The manager failed to mention to him that my not getting naked would mean I wouldn't be working in his particular club. I guess he figured that if he got me in the doors and in a thong, I'd take the thong off before I'd get dressed and go work in another club where all the girls were pencil thin, the music wasn't to my liking, the customers were not my normal crowd and I'd probably be even less comfortable, even wearing a thong. There was something to be said for working in a black club when you have a curvy figure; it's more comfortable and simply more profitable. What they call 'big' in any other club is what they call 'thick' in a black club and in a black club, 'thick' is what every girl wants to be. I'm happy with the size that I am and my body was tight from training for a few months. Let's just say you would compare me more to Beyonce than you ever would either of the other girls from Destiny's Child, Kelly or Michelle. I have that type of curvy figure; only I am not as small or nearly as perfect as Beyonce but even if I do say so myself, I love my figure.
"Judging from the girls' pictures on the website I thought I would be hired there without a lot of trouble. The girls that already worked there were similar to the girls I had worked with at the club in Phoenix and when I got there I realized a couple of them were the exact same girls I had worked with in Phoenix at one time or another. I knew the music, it was the same stuff I had danced to before and I figured the nudity thing would either be something I was comfortable with or I just wouldn't do it. I could dance in a thong and just tell them I didn't do naked, right? Yeah... Right.
"We headed over The Bay Bridge to San Francisco and the new club for the first time on a Tuesday, truth be told, I was genuinely scared, even a little terrified. The city of San Francisco is a big place and it's disheartening. Everyone knows San Francisco, everyone comes to San Francisco, it's my hometown and I wanted everything to go perfectly. I think when I stop being afraid to work in a new club or stop getting nervous right before I take the stage, that's when I should probably worry. It's only natural; it doesn't make sense not to be nervous. This time though, I think I was more nervous than I had ever been before. It was a nude club, I didn't know anyone in the club at all and I was comfortable working at my club in Phoenix, a new environment is always intimidating.
"We got there around 10PM and my man got carded and frisked like a common criminal when he came through the door. He paid the cover and went and sat down in a chair off in the corner somewhere, far away from the stage. There was a lobby and off to the left of the lobby was a long staircase leading upstairs to a second floor. At the top of that staircase Daniel leaned over the railing, the man that managed the club. He summoned me upstairs and I obliged, smiling, still a bundle of nerves. Upstairs was a VIP area. It was set up nicely with leather couches and a pole in the corner with mirrors against the walls behind it. The DJ booth was up there also and another sitting area that overlooked the floor downstairs. There was some type of window surrounding that area so that you could look down and see clearly. Down below, on the main floor was a long, glossy stage, set up kind of like a catwalk. There were floor to ceiling poles on either end of the catwalk/stage and mirrors along the wall behind it. There were large black, leather chairs on either side of the stage and also in the large area in front of the stage, where it ended and was circular. Other than that though, the floor in front of the stage was wide open and the rest of the leather chairs only lined the walls. It seemed there was more standing room than sitting room in the main area of the club. There were only 3 guys, other than mine, that were sitting down there watching the show and the girl on the stage danced slowly, same as we did in Phoenix. She had a nice figure and a cute style. She wore a top with a hood and sunglasses and surprisingly it looked really cute and sexy. I watched as she danced and the manager and one of the bouncers rambled on and on, singing the clubs praises, showing me pictures on their Apple computer, of the girls dancing and collecting piles and piles of ones.
"Fortunately I knew from experience that a HUGE pile of ones, sprinkled all over a stage counted down to a hundred or maybe a hundred and fifty dollars at the end of the night. Usually, when any of the guys in the audience wanted to show out, they wouldn't throw more than that at any particular girl. Once in while, you'd get someone that would do it, at All Star, they definitely did, competing to see who had more money to blow, but on the regular and in those pictures, it didn't look like the girls were making much more than a couple hundred on each stage. It looked and felt like so much more than that when you collected it from the stage but the truth is, they're all ones. If you put a hundred and fifty bills anywhere, it looks like a lot and when you throw it in the air and let it fall all over the floor it looks like even more. The money counted down and spent the same though, no matter what it looked or felt like when you got it. I could tell by looking that even though they were telling me about the four and five hundred dollars the girls made on stage all the time, it generally wasn't nearly that much. 'Making it Rain' had definitely changed the way we got tipped in strip-clubs; flying one-dollar bills were the norm. I played along, made my eyeballs big when they looked over to see if I was impressed. Daniel then mentioned, very nonchalantly, that he was ready to walk me to the dressing room now, so that I could get dressed to audition. I looked down and the girl on the stage was butt naked. That took me a little by surprise.
"I was surprised that even though she was naked I thought she looked far more attractive with her thong on. Her nakedness took all of the mystery and imagination out of it, there was nothing mysterious about her at all, it wasn't nearly as sexy, in my opinion. I had some questions of my own.
'Well, is it OK if I ask you a couple of questions first?" I asked. I tried to sound innocent and non-threatening which usually I had a knack for but my nervousness seemed to overpower my ability to sound like the harmless damsel in distress.
Daniel looked at me like I had grown horns but he quickly snapped out of it. "Sure. Yeah, what's up?"
How much do you guys charge to work, per night? Is it a percentage or a flat rate?" I'm good with numbers, especially when it came to adding up my money or potential money and I was ready to crunch numbers, whatever reply he offered me.
Well," He looked confused, as if I had asked him something he didn't know the answer to. He didn't say anything for a couple of minutes. He tried to busy himself with the computer, going through a list of songs, looking for one to play next. Then he finally answered but he sounded unsure of himself. "We're making some changes within the club so nothing is set in stone right now, it just all depends. It depends how busy the night is, how many girls are here, that kind of thing..." I waited for the rest of his answer. I expected him to tell me the ranges in price for working and how they broke it down. He didn't say anything else. That was the end of his answer.
“ Um, OK. Well, how much are dances?"
“You charge what you want to charge for dances. What do y'all charge out there in Phoenix?"
I looked at him with a half smile. He had to be messing with me. I had never heard anything like that in my life! I saw his reaction, he wasn't messing with me, and he was dead serious. He was waiting for me to say something, so I answered him. "Well, our dances are $10 on the floor and $20 in the VIP section but I don't dance naked, only topless."
Now he had a response, without any hesitation. "Well, this is a nude club so if you dance here, you're gonna be naked." He smiled. "Let me show you down to the dressing room and you can get dressed to audition."
He was rushing me, blowing off my questions. If I hadn't known better I would think he was actually foaming at the mouth. He was acting like a customer when he sees you walk into the club and can't believe his luck when he realizes he'll have an opportunity to see you naked. That was the vibe I was getting from Daniel. With his being the manager of the club he couldn't possibly be that interested in seeing any one particular girl naked, he saw naked girls way too much to even notice, I would think.
You ready? What's the hold up?" He seemed way too anxious for me to be comfortable with just following his lead.
Yeah, yeah, hold on, slow down a little bit... So, you guys let the girls charge whatever they want for dances and the house fees depend on, what?" I looked at him once more, curious. This time he looked pissed.
It's not gonna matter what the house is or what dances cost if you don't get the job, is it?" He had even gone as far as to slightly raise his voice. Obviously he felt threatened by so many questions he didn't know the answer to in front of this other guy, whom I gathered was a bouncer. "So, why don't we get you down to the dressing room and get you changed and then we'll see if you get the job before we get into anymore questions." He turned on his heel and started toward the stairs.
I think I'll come back and audition. I'm not sure I'm ready to do this full nude thing. I haven't wrapped my head around it yet. Do I look like the kind of girl you would hire in here, I mean, as long as I know how to dance on stage, do you think I'll be alright?" I tried to sound worried but I already knew the answer to that question, so I wasn't sure exactly how worried I sounded. I had done my research and a tall, curvy, light-skinned girl with DD breasts is an asset in any club, especially an all black club. He stopped and looked at me, he looked pissed again.
Why would you come down here and not audition today?" He shook his head no. "You have your things, we have a stage, lets get you auditioned. You may not understand we get 300 people or more in here Friday and Saturday nights. You need to audition today! This way, if you get the job," He stopped talking for a few seconds; I guess it was his idea of a dramatic pause. Yeah, right, if I get the job... "You’ll still have tonight, and then a couple more nights and you'll probably need that to get ready for the big crowd we have in here over the weekend." To him it sounded like he was making perfect sense, obviously, but I wasn't about to change into anything. Had I done that, this man would've had the mistaken ideal that he was running the show when it came to me and that was not an option.
I replied with confidence, hoping he would realize that it would make more sense to just stop pushing me...
"I just worked All Star weekend in Phoenix. I have no problem working a crowd, I won't need to 'get ready' or 'practice' for the weekend. I just have to make sure I'm comfortable with what I'm doing so I'm gonna come back in a couple of days, when I'm feeling a little better about it and audition, if that's alright with you." I looked at him and waited for his reply and for a few seconds I didn't get one.
Then, "Why don't you at least leave me your number and stuff?" I looked at him, confused, there had been no application, no forms to fill out, he hadn't even asked for an I.D., what did he need my number for? It seemed as if he read my mind. "So that I can get in touch with you, let you know if it's cool to audition." I rattled off the phone number for 'my man's' cell phone and started toward the staircase that lead back to the lobby.
OK then, why don't you just come on back next week or something and audition, we'll just see you then." He was still talking, rambling as I headed down the stairs and he was right behind me. I just nodded. I walked onto the main floor and tapped 'my man' on the shoulder. "You ready?" He looked up at me. "Let's go." He stood up and we walked out together. When we were at the door Daniel decided he would go ahead and recognize 'my man'. Funny how his memory was selective and he didn't recognize him when we came in and he had to pay a cover ($40 to get through the door in that place!). He had known who he was all along but his 'pimp' strategy I guess required that he didn't acknowledge him unless he had to. My man ignored him except for a brief nod of his head and we were out the door.
I explained to him what had happened upstairs on the way back to the house and he agreed that it was a better idea to leave, make sure Mr. David knew that I wasn't some young, hot girl, desperate to work, wherever. It makes a big difference when the management and the people that run the show in these places have respect for you. It’s hard enough to do the job in itself but without the respect of management it can be too much. We stopped off at the nightclub his company worked with and then headed home.
By the next day Daniel had sent a text, inviting me 'personally' to a private Birthday party for the clubs owner Thursday night. The club would be rented out to the male strippers that night and all of the ladies and folks that worked with them at the club would be at the owners birthday party, Daniel wanted me to come. I smiled at 'my man.' "I told you he would call or text. He's acting like a customer!" We both laughed. We agreed we would make sure and show our faces at that Birthday party!
Thursday night was also the night 'my mans' company was responsible to promote every week at the nightclub in Oakland. We could reserve other nights as well but every Thursday was ours no matter what, so that was first priority. I sent a text back about 10PM, Thursday night, asking how late the party was scheduled to go. I got '4AM' as a reply within less than a minute. So, we took care of our obligations at the nightclub and then headed over to make sure I showed my face at the owners' party. I figured in doing that I would end up being able to work over the weekend without a problem. I wasn't going to work anywhere though until I knew the details. It would be easy for these guys to say they charged the girls depending on what type of crowd they got and then just take half of everyone’s money at the end of the night. That wouldn't work for me. The highest house fee I'd ever paid had been over All Star week/week-end. It had been $150 a night for the regular girls that always worked at the club and $250 a night for all the girls that had come from out of town. The DJ's each took $50 as well and there were always 2 of them, so All Star had not been cheap to work. Normally the house fee at my club was no more than $50 and that was if you came really late, it was usually more like $35, then 10% of what you make to tip the DJ and that was it. I was really anxious to find out what kind of house fee they were going to try and charge me to work the weekend nights.
We showed up at the 'private' party about 2AM. It was at a really nice club in Oakland; there was no cover to get in. There were table’s set up with white tablecloths and a huge cake was set up on the stage. When we walked in they were looking for the birthday boy and the cake was lit up with a whole lot of candles, the guy was turning 40. It took a good 10 minutes to find him and then someone sang 'Happy Birthday' beautifully and the entire crowd clapped and tried to sing along. There were scantily clad women pawing all over him, in bikinis and even less, just standing by.
This was not my crowd and I didn't feel comfortable at the party at all. I felt like it was bad enough I had to work in a strip club but I didn't like to spend my free time partying with the 'strip club' crowd as well. The fact of the matter was though, I wanted to work that weekend and in order to do that I would have to show my face at this party and try and be sociable. I was getting plenty of attention, which gave me confidence I would do well at the club. With most of the girls that worked in the club probably there that night, for me to be getting as much attention as I was meant I would probably do just fine there. 'My man' brought me a drink that was way too strong for me and after taking a sip I picked up a huge chocolate covered strawberry from one of the tables and ate it to try and get the strong alcohol taste out of my mouth. I handed him back the drink and thanked him but explained that it was way too strong for me to handle. I wasn't too much of a drinker. Then I positioned myself so that I could easily introduce myself to the owner and wish him a Happy Birthday. I approached him when the crowd around him thinned out.
"Hi, I'm Ginger, I'll be auditioning at your club, hopefully this weekend. Daniel invited me, I just wanted to introduce myself and wish you a Happy Birthday." I reached out and shook his hand.
Yes, it’s nice to meet you. Happy Birthday." I returned his warm smile, which seemed genuine enough.
Well, thank you and I will probably see you at the club then." He nodded and then 'my man' went on to introduce himself as well and shake the owners' hand. With his being in promotions they would probably do well to know one another. This man didn't act at all tongue tied and unsure of himself the way Daniel had at the club. I could tell that beautiful women didn't at all throw this man off his game and being the one running a strip club, I would assume that would be a necessary asset. He was well composed and it was obvious he hadn't had nearly as much to drink as the people around him had. This told me he took his business seriously, which impressed me. What I didn't realize was the fact that a pimp took his business seriously as well, that wasn't necessarily the reflection of a good business behind the man.
We had made our appearance and headed home for the night (morning). 'My man' was plastered drunk, having finished his own drink and mine as well. The drinks he had bought were called 'Adios Muthafukka' because you'd be long gone if you drank the whole thing. It had 5 or 6 different liquors in it and it tasted to me like rubbing alcohol. I was scared on the way home, I wanted to drive myself but he wouldn't let me, thank G-d we made it. It's funny how drunken people always say silly things like, 'I drive better drunk!' No sir, we were blessed to have made it home. We stopped at Denny's and had some breakfast. Around 3AM we got another text from Daniel, he was probably drunk. "I'll be here until 4AM, you still coming?" We hadn't seen him at the party and he probably still wasn't aware that he was texting 'my mans' phone but I responded regardless.
"I was there for about an hour, looked for you but didn't see you ANYWHERE! I introduced myself to the Birthday boy though and wished him a Happy 40th. Thanks for the invite I had a good time!" Again, I got a response in less than a minute. "OK, see you soon then. Your welcome." I got to sleep right before the sun came up, expecting to be able to work the following night at the club.
Sure enough, David sent a text, as we expected, Friday around 2PM, "Are you coming in tonight? You should!" I smiled, that was my invite to work the weekend. I texted him back a response, smiling the whole time, "I'd love to, I was going to wait until next week if I had to but I'd rather come in tonight..." He responded with quickness. "See you tonight."
I got to the club this time about 10:30PM and I went in alone this time. My man wished me luck, told me he would wait outside about half an hour, just in case and otherwise to give him a call when I was ready. I went to the door and asked for Daniel, the whole vibe of the club was way different than it had been during the week. They had barricades set up by the door, so that when the crowd came they could easily form a line... There were bouncers, at least six outside, and all with 'Security' badges hanging around their necks. It was obvious they would have a bigger crowd this evening.
Daniel came out and walked me into the building; I guess he was the only one that could let me in without a cover. Let me walk you downstairs he said. The staircase was steep and it felt like it lead to a dungeon. That's when he said, "Let me show you 'The Dungeon' and the dressing rooms. He led me to the left first, into a doorway right at the bottom of the stairs. It looked like a typical dressing room but larger than I was used to. It looked comfortable in there. The chairs were high so that you could sit and you'd be high up enough to use the mirrors and do your makeup, etc. There was a huge shower back there and a refrigerator for the girls to use. There were about six ladies down there. They all seemed nice enough and introduced themselves. They weren't gorgeous but none of them were unattractive either. The difference between this dressing room and the one I was used to was that the girls here walked around the dressing room naked. In Phoenix, when we were getting ready, we usually walked around in a thong. These girls were perfectly comfortable naked and as a man walked in they seemed just as comfortable, I guess you got used to it.
Then he walked me out of the dressing room and showed me what he called 'The Dungeon.'
This is where the girls do the private dances." He said.
It was a long hallway with rooms all along on either side. Most of the smaller rooms looked the same, with a chair and a mirror and a curtain to pull shut when someone was in there. Then near the end of the hallway he showed me the 'Shower Room' and the 'S & M Room', where girls gave themed shows if customers wanted, for a little extra. I had never seen anything like it.
Come on in, let me talk with you for a minute." he said. He sat down in a high backed chair with pointed spear-like things on the back in the S & M Room, I didn't sit down.
I thought you'd come in earlier, like at 8PM tonight, its a little bit late right now, for me to let you audition, its a Friday night and we already have quite a few guys out there, I can't just put you on stage on a full fledged Friday night without ever even seeing you." He didn't say 'Without seeing you dance', he clearly said, 'Without ever even seeing you.' He looked at me apologetically, tilted his head to one side.
This was some crap, he hadn't told me what time to show up. As a matter of fact he had mentioned to me before that no one usually go there to open the club up until 9 or 9:30PM. Why would I have come as early as 8PM, to wait outside? I didn't say any of that though. I was wearing a short dress with spaghetti straps and heels that laced up my calves. I slipped my arms through the straps and let it drop to the floor. I had on a thong. I reached down to get the dress up off the floor and looked him square in the face. No smile, no crap, just looked him in the eyes.
OK, now you've seen me. You don't have to put me on stage but I came all the way out here because you invited me. It costs me $40 to even get here, $4 just to get over the bridge, then gas, we came all the way from San Pablo and someone else drives me so it's a drag. I need to be able to work the floor, at least." I turned around, slowly, Hating every minute of letting this jerk look at me.
You definitely have a nice shape. Do you have shoes to dance in, I mean... I guess you could dance in those shoes if you wanted to, those are hot." He paused. "Turn around again..."
I obliged, turned around. "I'm not shy, I've done this before. I know how to dance, so can I just work?"
Listen, why don't you just hang out tonight, get a feel for the party, the crowd. Tomorrow you can come through a little earlier and we'll audition you on stage?" He looked content with his idea.
You want me to hang out all night and not work? I have a ride waiting for me outside, if I hang out he has to come all the way back and get me, across the bridge from San Pablo. If I stay I need to be able to work and make some money tonight." He looked confused. He was obviously going to make this difficult for me. That was it, I wasn't going to beg the man, and he was being an ass.
I'll be back tomorrow at 8PM to audition on stage, then I can work tomorrow, do dances, do stages, make my money and don't have to worry about it right?" I asked him but this time my tone wasn't so friendly.
OK. I'll see you tomorrow." I slipped back into my dress. "Thank you Danny." I said. He tightened his lips at being called Danny, he obviously didn't like that, and I didn't like his attitude or his wasting my time. It wasn't my favorite thing to do these days but I could play games with the best of them. It looked like that would be the way it was going to have to be with Danny. It was his call.
On my way out, several of the bouncers asked where I was going. I smiled and I flirted. "David won't let me work tonight." I fixed my mouth in a pout. "He says I showed up too late." I looked over in his direction, knowing he heard me making him into the bad guy. One of the other girls brushed against me on her way into work. One of the bouncers noticed her coming in right away.
"She just got here!" He looked over at Daniel for an explanation. Danny looked confused and didn't know what to say.
"Man, why don't you let her work?" Another bouncer asked him, putting him on the spot. "Man, you need to let her work."
Danny still hadn't responded. I could tell his peers easily persuaded him. I could see him struggling to come up with a way to recant his earlier decision not to let me on the stage that night. I took the weight off his shoulders.
It's cool guys; I already have my ride coming. No worries, I'll be here nice and early and ready to go tomorrow night, I promise!" I winked at Daniel and headed down the street. I made sure I paid careful attention to my walk and didn't turn around. I wanted these guys to be waiting for me tomorrow, set the tone for the customers, if the bouncers and the doorman, were excited about me, then the customers would be excited about me. The doorman always let the guys know who was hot, they let VIP customers know who to call into the VIP, they could make or break a girl and I wanted them to like me so that I would make plenty of cash my first night there.
'My man' had parked abut half a block down but in such a way that no one in front of the club could see where I had walked or what car I got into. There was a little parking area across the street and on the corner but there were enough cars parked there that it would have been impossible to tell which one I was headed for from half a block away. That was if they could even tell that I was walking into that particular parking area from that far away. Thank G-d he had enough forethought to stay half an hour, just in case something went astray. I felt so relieved to see 'my man' standing next to that car, smoking a cigarette. He looked disappointed. We were both broke so we were both counting on my being able to work that night. He had spent his own stack of cash wining and dining me and showing me a great time for the first few days I was there. It was nice but I wish I had known it meant we would run out of money. By the time I realized that we were already out. Tomorrow wouldn't be too late though and I needed to set up a foundation for my relationship with the manager in order to make it possible for me to have a comfortable working environment in the future. Just like in a relationship, you set the tone from the very start and it was not something that was easily changed after it had been established, so it was important.
I explained the situation and 'my man' was disappointed but he knew that begging to work or acting as if I wouldn't take no for an answer would have been a bad idea and not worth the trouble it probably would have caused me in the future. We both decided to just be sure and be there no later than 8PM the following night and be at my very best.
The next night I sent a text to Danny to make sure he would be there by 8PM. He responded just as fast as he had before, telling me he was glad I asked he wouldn't be there until 9PM. I was glad I asked myself. If I had to wait an hour it would have messed up my mood, I would have been pissed and that was never good. I showed up at 9PM, hurried downstairs to change my clothes and was on the floor and ready to audition by 9:20PM. There was only one other girl there when I arrived and she said that she was new also but she had also auditioned Tuesday and worked all week. They told her she would have to audition again before she could work a weekend night. I was surprised at that but maybe she hadn't danced before and she needed a little time to get comfortable on stage. When I got to the main floor there were at least 15 guys sitting in the leather chairs around the floor and David was no where to be found. I walked upstairs by the DJ booth in the VIP section and figured this way, wherever he was, I would be able to locate him, overlooking the club from up there. I waited 40 minutes, still, no David. The club was starting to fill up and I had been up by the DJ booth long enough. No one had gone on stage but the guys down there seemed patient enough. This surprised me considering they didn't serve drinks and there were no TV screens or anything downstairs. There was no DJ in the DJ booth either, the door was closed and the music must have been playing off of a play-list.
Finally, about 10PM David came upstairs along with the DJ and they smelled like they had been in a room full of pot smoke for the past hour, which they probably had. David smiled when he saw me in a skimpy bikini and heels.
Hi beautiful. I didn't forget about you, I just had to take care of some last minute things, unexpected. He looked downstairs. The DJ walked into his booth and announced that 'Pantera' would be first on stage, next song. I looked over at David;
So, will I be up after her? How many songs do you guys do in a set?" I was going to audition before I got into him about the money, fees I had to pay, etc. I knew if I went on stage he would want me to stay and the more he wanted me to stay the less he was likely to charge me to work. He wanted me to stay now but he would want me to stay more after he let me do a stage show.
Don't trip. I can let you work the floor. What I want you to do is greet these guys as they come in from the lobby. Let them know who you are... Ask them if they've been here before... If they haven't, take them downstairs, show them around the dungeon, let them know that's where they get a private dance and all so that they know how we do things around here." He looked over at me then. I wish I had known at that time that he wanted me to give these guys a tour and show them around so that I would have no misconceptions about how they did things there, not the guys. I guess he figured the more I was down in the dungeon the faster I would figure things out and that way I wouldn't be so confused. "Look, you won't have to pay any fees to work tonight, you can just get a feel for the place, make some tips..."
I interrupted him. "What if these guys want a dance? Can I dance for them? I mean on the floor?" If the answer to my question were yes, we wouldn't have any problems at all. If there was one thing I could do, it was hustle. When I put my mind to it, I could make money. I do a damn good lap dance and I know how to tell a man exactly what he wants to hear in order to make him feel comfortable taking everything he could spend that evening and handing it all directly over to me.
Listen Ginger, show these guys around introduce yourself, let them know who you are and if they want a dance come and talk to me and we can see if that's something you'll want to do, alright?" I just looked at him. If it weren't for the fact that my man and I were flat broke I would have talked a bunch of crap and told David to give me a call when he was serious and I could dance on the stage and on the floor and downstairs, same as all the other girls there. Now that I know what else was going on in that club I know why he did things that way. He had to make sure that I knew what a 'dance' downstairs was and how things really worked. This was not a process he could easily explain to me. It was the kind of thing no one talked about and I would have to figure out for myself.
I agreed to his terms and headed downstairs. I watched the girls as they came up, one by one and danced. It was SO different to see a girl dancing naked than it was to see a girl dancing in a thong. It was like the difference between Playboy and Hustler. One was classy and sexy (Well as classy as you can be doing what I did.) and the other was pretty vulgar. Vulgar can be something everyone wants from time to time but I really think the time and the place for vulgar is in the privacy of your own home with your partner. The girls weren't as attractive naked, there was nothing left to the imagination, which was where most of our game came in at the other bar. 'I have something you want but you can't have it.' The guys felt like we were untouchable, this made us far more valuable to them.
These girls were far from untouchable. They stripped down naked on the stage and climbed the poll, sliding down with legs wide open. They would climb off the stage and bend over so that their ass was maybe a half-inch from a customers face and as if that weren't enough, these chicks reach back there and add their fingers to the mix while they were bouncing and shaking in these guys’ faces! Splits butt naked on stage, girl on girl, faces way too close for comfort! These girls were spread eagle on their backs, on all fours, on one leg, in a back-bend... They played with themselves; they played with each other...
I walked up a flight of stairs close to the stage and it lead me to an area that went along the wall, there was a railing and a bench along the wall so that you could sit and look down on the main floor without being in the VIP section over by the DJ booth. It was the only spot in the club where there weren't a lot of people crowded around. I needed to clear my head. The smell was atrocious and I am not exaggerating. I had never come into contact with a smell at all similar and it was really, really unpleasant. I was starting to get a headache and I thought of something that I always try and think of when I want to throw in the towel... 'The sooner you start, the sooner you finish...' I headed downstairs and tried to start a conversation with a man that was obviously staring me down. That was over pretty quickly, the music was so loud I couldn't hear a thing. I wandered away from him as quickly as I had approached the man. I looked over at the door to 'The Dungeon' and right as I did one of the dancers escorted a couple downstairs, handing the doorman that seemed to be 'on guard' at the door to the stairway two $20 bills. Why did she hand him money? The couple happily followed her down the stairs and I watched as long as I could. I wanted to know what went on down there and why she handed the doorman $40.
I looked around the room for any man that looked like he didn't know what was going on anymore than I did. I could find someone and give him a 'tour'. This way I could figure out what went on at the same time. I looked up at the stage then, just as one girl straddled another girls face and made it look as if they were doing the '69'. I wasn't sure if I could work in this place. My stomach was upset, I felt like I would throw up at any moment and my head was pounding. I had only been there a couple hours though and I was not willing to give up that easily...
...To Be Continued...
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