I've been in a slump recently.
Filled from tip to toe with ennui till even my nipples could burst from boredom.
It's because I've been trying to do a writing project the fear of which has been making me run away from it.
Kinda like a literary suicide...
I've always been one for shooting myself in the pedicured foot, purposefully putting it off or giving up.
In many ways, that's why lapdancing is such a good job for me. I can put it off in so many facets;
Should I work tonight - or not?
Should I approach him - or them, or wait for another?
Should I do pole work, or just lie languidly?
Should I mention VIP or just grab a dance first in case he's scared off by the sums involved?
Should I be late or get in early?
Lapdancing is all about choices - but when you have too many options, you often end up doing nothing at all...
Showing posts with label stripclubs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stripclubs. Show all posts
Friday, 4 November 2011
Monday, 12 September 2011
My stripping buddy returns!
I'm very, very excited.
My stripping buddy, my favourite partner in crime, the girl that I just seem to make hustling magic happen with - IS BACK!!!!
Whoop!
She has spent the summer in Ibiza, which I'm sure must have been really difficult for her. You know, the best nightclubs in the world, beautiful people on the beach, beautiful people in villa's, beautiful people getting wrecked......
She has come back looking gorgeous - tanned, skinny, .... and broke.
She's so hungry for money that she jumped straight on the phone to me to tell me to stop being such a lazy hippy and book into a shift with her. In fact, when I told her how it had been lately at my stripclub - imagine slow, dead tumbleweed rolling between nests of empty tables, and desperate girls beginning to offer extra's - well, she told me that we should try somewhere else.
I love a bit of occasional stripper migration, so yeah, I might just fly the coop for the winter and tether my G-sring to another pole. If I do make the leap, I'll be auditioning at a new club tomorrow and will tell you all about how it went in a juicy blog post. Sorry, but the identity will have to be secret, as par usual....
The great thing about working in a city as big as London is that there are loads of clubs to choose from. Most of them fully expect girls to move without warning, and there are auditions every week - every day - in a variety of clubs. If you want, it's possible to switch jobs in 24 hours.
As long as I pass the audition that is......
My stripping buddy, my favourite partner in crime, the girl that I just seem to make hustling magic happen with - IS BACK!!!!
Whoop!
She has spent the summer in Ibiza, which I'm sure must have been really difficult for her. You know, the best nightclubs in the world, beautiful people on the beach, beautiful people in villa's, beautiful people getting wrecked......
She has come back looking gorgeous - tanned, skinny, .... and broke.
She's so hungry for money that she jumped straight on the phone to me to tell me to stop being such a lazy hippy and book into a shift with her. In fact, when I told her how it had been lately at my stripclub - imagine slow, dead tumbleweed rolling between nests of empty tables, and desperate girls beginning to offer extra's - well, she told me that we should try somewhere else.
I love a bit of occasional stripper migration, so yeah, I might just fly the coop for the winter and tether my G-sring to another pole. If I do make the leap, I'll be auditioning at a new club tomorrow and will tell you all about how it went in a juicy blog post. Sorry, but the identity will have to be secret, as par usual....
The great thing about working in a city as big as London is that there are loads of clubs to choose from. Most of them fully expect girls to move without warning, and there are auditions every week - every day - in a variety of clubs. If you want, it's possible to switch jobs in 24 hours.
As long as I pass the audition that is......
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
How to stay healthy and eat safe during the London Riots
There are 3 things which always concern me - diet, personal safety and money.
Because the London Riots show no sign of abating any time soon, I've been forced to have a long hard think today on how I can stop the riots affecting me too much.
Let's explain;
Because the London Riots show no sign of abating any time soon, I've been forced to have a long hard think today on how I can stop the riots affecting me too much.
Let's explain;
- I live in South London, and work in the West End - riots have occurred in both places, and travel, especially late at night, will be difficult. So it's best to stay at home, stay safe and take a few days off work if possible.
- However, I took last weekend off, and used most of my money to cover bills and rent last week, so I'm flat broke. Can I risk going to work? Will anybody even be visiting stripclubs right now?
- All of the shops have been told by police to shut early, so it will be difficult to get food, especially fresh - I'll need to bulk buy and plan my meals so that I stay away from frozen pizza and naughty foods!
Basically, I don't know how many nights it will be before the club will be both safe to work in and have enough punters for me to make any money. Remember, it costs ME to work - house fee, travel, accessories - around £60-100 a shift.
I also need to stay looking trim, as I'm stuck at home for the best part of the week - my gym is closed and it's not safe to jog round the park when gangs are congregating there.
So I took action! I went to the ATM and withdrew enough cash for a few days - well they will be empty if this carries on. I then visited the local fruit and veg market and bulk bought enough fresh produce to tear my arms off - I balanced it all on the handlebars of my bike but it was still more than little ol'me could handle.
So my week is looking like this;
roasted veg, cous cous & feta (cheap, long lasting produce that tastes amazing!)
homemade soups & chowder - this recipe only has a few ingredients
halloumi & olives - both keep well in the fridge
marinate a family pack of chicken drumsticks and freeze
dust off my yoga mat & do a youtube yoga class in my living room - this core strength one should do the trick
hula-hoop in my garden for cardio
Sunbathe in the garden too
Read the naughty doorstopper ; 'Juliette' by Marquis de Sade (this will keep my mojo up!)
As I write this, sirens are blaring up and down the streets near my house - I can hear 6 different types and cars. Shops all over London are boarded up. Stripclubs are shut - even Spearmint Rhino was evacuated last night (although Platinum Lace proudly tweeted that they were open!) Who knows when I'll make money again? Or be able to pop out without fear?!
But at least I'll stay solvent and skinny....
Wednesday, 27 July 2011
Hypnotising a stripper
I was hypnotised by a man today. He was French,older, and stank of sexual experience and allure. He had an air of danger about him, a knowing smirk to his smile - like Vincent Cassell playing a playboy baddie in oceans 13.
He approached me whilst I was sitting alone at the bar after just being rejected. It was a slow Tuesday, and I'd had a long and bad day. The fatalist in me had won, and I had just sat down, alone, composing my thoughts that it was not my fault that the previous customer had decided to dance alone with my friend not the two of us. Her apologetic shrugg as she walked off with me said it all ; "couldnt be helped,just the way things are sometimes".
As I sat there, a man - handsome and debonair, had sat down in the seat next to me. "may I?"then moments later he pressed a twenty into my hand." this is for you- just a little something for being so lovely"
We talked, he was a smooth operator and I was falling for his charms. He spoke of sex, true sex thats built on trust and goes anywhere, does anything. At one point he grabbed the top of my head with a single hand, his thumb pressing on my top chakra, and made me stare deeply into his eyes. Im sure he hypnotised me, because in that moment i wanted him more than anything else in the world.
We didnt do any dances, he simply tipped me twice more and left before id finished my glass.
I'll go to sleep and dream of him tonight, what could have been, that's for sure....
He approached me whilst I was sitting alone at the bar after just being rejected. It was a slow Tuesday, and I'd had a long and bad day. The fatalist in me had won, and I had just sat down, alone, composing my thoughts that it was not my fault that the previous customer had decided to dance alone with my friend not the two of us. Her apologetic shrugg as she walked off with me said it all ; "couldnt be helped,just the way things are sometimes".
As I sat there, a man - handsome and debonair, had sat down in the seat next to me. "may I?"then moments later he pressed a twenty into my hand." this is for you- just a little something for being so lovely"
We talked, he was a smooth operator and I was falling for his charms. He spoke of sex, true sex thats built on trust and goes anywhere, does anything. At one point he grabbed the top of my head with a single hand, his thumb pressing on my top chakra, and made me stare deeply into his eyes. Im sure he hypnotised me, because in that moment i wanted him more than anything else in the world.
We didnt do any dances, he simply tipped me twice more and left before id finished my glass.
I'll go to sleep and dream of him tonight, what could have been, that's for sure....
Monday, 11 July 2011
Friday Night at the Stripclub
So last Friday was a pretty interesting shift for me. Literally, the day before, a major London-wide newspaper, The Evening Standard, had featured me in a huge photograph and an accompanying two page article. Although the details were pretty hazy, and my face was hidden by an awesome blowdry, I knew that every stripclub manager in London would be thinking it was talking about his club, his girls, and him.
I walked into the changing room, and a few girls came scurrying up to me - was that you, I know you write a blog, was that you?
"Yes," I said. "Keep it quiet, it's anonymous."
Then later on in the evening, a waitress came scurrying up to me - "was it you, was it you?"
By this point, I had my stripper head on. I wanted to get my head down and hustle - to tread those boards and meet those men, be primed to pounce on them and their tables. The last thing I needed was to let out my secret and stand their and gossip with the waitress, then she'd tell someone else, who'd tell someone else - eventually it would probably reach my boss who'd haul me into the office and say god-only-knows-what.
So I looked the waitress in the eye and said, "No, that wasn't me. I was writing in my spare time, but I'm too lazy to keep up a blog."
"Oh, I did wonder. The boss thinks a journalist spoke to several different dancer's, but wrote it as if it was from one source."
"Really?" I was surprised at this, especially as surely it's illegal or bad practice to mould several different sources and quotes into a single little source called Lucy. What kind of journalist did he usually hang around with? News of the World?
"and, er, tell me, what does he think about it?" This reply could determine what I wrote on my blog for the foreseeable future. If he was pissed off, I'd have to keep a super-low profile if I wanted to keep my job.
"Oh he doesn't give a toss. All publicity is good publicity, right?"
"Right," I agreed, nodding my head. "It's all good...." Secretly I was breathing a sigh of relief that there wasn't going to be a witch-hunt, and I could keep my head down and talk to men, not the manager.
This conversation did put me slightly at ease, so I decided to concentrate on the task in hand - earning money. It was a late starting Friday, but once the guys came in I was on a roll, doing dances fairly easily and quickly with the customer's I chatted to. Unfortunately the initial rush of customers quickly died down, so by 2:30 finding an available guy that I could approach was getting difficult. I decided to leave and go join my friends at a party instead. Stashing my money in my knickers, and my stuff in my locker, I leaped into a taxi, smiling to myself.
It may have been an awkward Friday night at the stripclub, but it was still Friday, and I'm too young and pretty to be all work and no play..... besides, I was a few hundred pounds up and my phone was ringing. I settled into the seat of the taxi, and began to tone down my stripper make-up - London, here I come!
I walked into the changing room, and a few girls came scurrying up to me - was that you, I know you write a blog, was that you?
"Yes," I said. "Keep it quiet, it's anonymous."
Then later on in the evening, a waitress came scurrying up to me - "was it you, was it you?"
By this point, I had my stripper head on. I wanted to get my head down and hustle - to tread those boards and meet those men, be primed to pounce on them and their tables. The last thing I needed was to let out my secret and stand their and gossip with the waitress, then she'd tell someone else, who'd tell someone else - eventually it would probably reach my boss who'd haul me into the office and say god-only-knows-what.
So I looked the waitress in the eye and said, "No, that wasn't me. I was writing in my spare time, but I'm too lazy to keep up a blog."
"Oh, I did wonder. The boss thinks a journalist spoke to several different dancer's, but wrote it as if it was from one source."
"Really?" I was surprised at this, especially as surely it's illegal or bad practice to mould several different sources and quotes into a single little source called Lucy. What kind of journalist did he usually hang around with? News of the World?
"and, er, tell me, what does he think about it?" This reply could determine what I wrote on my blog for the foreseeable future. If he was pissed off, I'd have to keep a super-low profile if I wanted to keep my job.
"Oh he doesn't give a toss. All publicity is good publicity, right?"
"Right," I agreed, nodding my head. "It's all good...." Secretly I was breathing a sigh of relief that there wasn't going to be a witch-hunt, and I could keep my head down and talk to men, not the manager.
This conversation did put me slightly at ease, so I decided to concentrate on the task in hand - earning money. It was a late starting Friday, but once the guys came in I was on a roll, doing dances fairly easily and quickly with the customer's I chatted to. Unfortunately the initial rush of customers quickly died down, so by 2:30 finding an available guy that I could approach was getting difficult. I decided to leave and go join my friends at a party instead. Stashing my money in my knickers, and my stuff in my locker, I leaped into a taxi, smiling to myself.
It may have been an awkward Friday night at the stripclub, but it was still Friday, and I'm too young and pretty to be all work and no play..... besides, I was a few hundred pounds up and my phone was ringing. I settled into the seat of the taxi, and began to tone down my stripper make-up - London, here I come!
Monday, 16 May 2011
Seductive Stringfellow Strippers
The Stringfellow Angel's have been a part of London nightlife for eons. Peter Stringfellow is famed for having the hottest women working as sexy strippers, night in, night out. His Covent Garden club has been going for years, and has had its fair share of controversy and tabloid moments.
I got a chance to pop in as a customer recently, which made a nice change from being a dancer, as I had the girls dancing for me for a change. I chose a brunette as my champion, very French looking - like a curvy Latietia Casta, with a delicious looking arse. It was set off by an expensive looking black girdle and stockings, and waited under a little black dress, daring to spill out at any moment. She had a remarkable way of taking off and playing with her panties, kicking her legs up and pulling them off like a saucy burlesque queen. Those knickers were a focal point for the whole dance, as she nibbled on them, her pearly white teeth biting them as she pulled them all over the place. It's a trick which, sadly, I don't do as much as I used too, but my smalls are going to get played with a lot more now that I've had a reminder!
When you walk into Stringfellows, it's all dark, plush velvet drapes falling onto an even plusher carpet. It has two floors - one is baroque, but the downstairs is like a circus - it's crazy, and thats where all the action is. I was really impressed by the standard of girls - most were fairly pretty, and there were a good dozen absolute stunners - real beautiful faces and bodies. As a lapdancer myself, I appreciate the hard work that goes into looking good - and some girls looked really good. The outfits for me were a bit same-y, little black/white dresses abounded, all in the same cut - but then in the Stripping world, Peter is renowned for having a strict dress code (and weight code - if a dancer gets too big she is suspended). I like a bit more personality and zanieness in my outfits, but he goes for the classic ladylike seductress look I suppose).
There are lots of stripclubs in London - Stringfellows, Secrets, Spearmint Rhino, Windmill, For your eyes only, and of course the new Platinum Lace and the famous dives of the East End. I'm going to try going in as a customer and review a few of them - or indeed just do a few shifts working at each - after talking to a girlfriend of mine who wanted some recommendations. Poor lesbian, they know there are plenty of hot women dancing in these places but are too scared/not allowed to go in. I might even bring her with me next time - there are a couple of lesbian stripper nights but no full-on, dedicated club that's women only in London. But I'm glad I started the tour at Stringfellows - it's the most renowned club, earnings and looks wise, and the seductive strippers at stringfellows carry a lot of prestige on their sexy shoulders.
I got a chance to pop in as a customer recently, which made a nice change from being a dancer, as I had the girls dancing for me for a change. I chose a brunette as my champion, very French looking - like a curvy Latietia Casta, with a delicious looking arse. It was set off by an expensive looking black girdle and stockings, and waited under a little black dress, daring to spill out at any moment. She had a remarkable way of taking off and playing with her panties, kicking her legs up and pulling them off like a saucy burlesque queen. Those knickers were a focal point for the whole dance, as she nibbled on them, her pearly white teeth biting them as she pulled them all over the place. It's a trick which, sadly, I don't do as much as I used too, but my smalls are going to get played with a lot more now that I've had a reminder!
When you walk into Stringfellows, it's all dark, plush velvet drapes falling onto an even plusher carpet. It has two floors - one is baroque, but the downstairs is like a circus - it's crazy, and thats where all the action is. I was really impressed by the standard of girls - most were fairly pretty, and there were a good dozen absolute stunners - real beautiful faces and bodies. As a lapdancer myself, I appreciate the hard work that goes into looking good - and some girls looked really good. The outfits for me were a bit same-y, little black/white dresses abounded, all in the same cut - but then in the Stripping world, Peter is renowned for having a strict dress code (and weight code - if a dancer gets too big she is suspended). I like a bit more personality and zanieness in my outfits, but he goes for the classic ladylike seductress look I suppose).
There are lots of stripclubs in London - Stringfellows, Secrets, Spearmint Rhino, Windmill, For your eyes only, and of course the new Platinum Lace and the famous dives of the East End. I'm going to try going in as a customer and review a few of them - or indeed just do a few shifts working at each - after talking to a girlfriend of mine who wanted some recommendations. Poor lesbian, they know there are plenty of hot women dancing in these places but are too scared/not allowed to go in. I might even bring her with me next time - there are a couple of lesbian stripper nights but no full-on, dedicated club that's women only in London. But I'm glad I started the tour at Stringfellows - it's the most renowned club, earnings and looks wise, and the seductive strippers at stringfellows carry a lot of prestige on their sexy shoulders.
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