My Hiding Place
Strip clubs are the best hiding spots. There’s no windows and the lights are low. No one asks questions or cares about your daily life. The entertainers have fake names and personalities. Everyone is who they want to be in the strip club and it’s not necessarily who they are in real life. You only know what they want you to know. It’s a fantasy and/or a hide away for many people.
That’s how it is for me too. I think I use the club as a hiding place for myself. It’s a place where I don’t have high expectations of myself or the people around me. There’s no surprises because you’ve seen it all. There’s no expectations because your feelings aren’t involved. You’re just numb and you’re focused on making money. That’s it. There’s nothing more to it.
The strip club can be scary sometimes, but I know exactly what I’m walking into, who I am there and what I do. I know strip clubs are dangerous and that I’m high risk. You always have to be aware of your surroundings and listen to your gut feeling when you’re around people. I know I’m probably not physically safe there sometimes, but it feels like a mentally and emotionally safe zone for me now. My daily life has been so crazy and mentally draining the past few years and I feel like I can’t control it that well. So a little escape is much needed.
I started dancing again!
I came out of retirement and started dancing at a club a few hours away from where I live. It feels really different this time around and I’m so excited to tell you guys all about it!
Yes, I promise to tell you all the crazy stories about when I was stripping before. But today, I just want to talk about why I started again, how it felt to go back and what actually happened those nights!
Why I started:
The biggest difference is that I’m confident in who I am in the clubs this time. I know what decisions I will make, what I will do and what I absolutely won’t do. I know who I’ll probably come in to contact with and most importantly, I know how to make my fucking money.
Last time, I was pushing my boundaries any chance I got and it made me really depressed. I was trying to find myself and see how far I would take things. But this time, I already know all of those answers.
The crazy part of it all, is that it’s my daily life that is affecting my mental health right now and the place that I thought would ruin me or hurt me, I am now calling my safe place. I think I was scared because society told me to be scared of places that they don’t understand. Rarely do you ever hear that you should be scared of the people that are closest to you and the places that are so familiar.
I’m not scared anymore. I just think that I’m missing something in my life and I’m trying to search for it. I’m trying to find something to hold onto or a place where I have some sort of control. I thought about just packing all of my stuff and moving to start over somewhere else. That’s definitely a possibility. Miami Please!
I also thought maybe it’s love and a relationship that I’m missing. But I really don’t think that’s the case. Don’t get me wrong I want a wife and a family so bad. I know that I’ll make that happen in the future, but I think right now I just feel a little lost and empty. I’m trying to deal with things that I never wanted to deal with before. I pushed these things down really far and I know I won’t be able to grow into the person that I want to be if I keep holding onto these things.
So my decision was to start dancing again until that process is over. I’ll have a little control in my life and a mental break from the world by hiding in a small building with no windows for a little bit at a time.
So let’s get into it. Let’s talk about that small building with no windows. Because I know you all want to hear about it.
New Club, New Rules!
This club is a little bit different than I’m used to. There are no table dances allowed. You can’t sit on the customers lap or dance at all out on the floor. I LOVE IT! If they want a dance, they have to pay for VIP dances in the back of the club.
There is a VIP section with a variety of rooms. They have to pay up front for the room and the dancer. The manager gives the dancer’s their money up front as well. It’s wonderful! If anything crazy happens, the dancer can leave with their money and not have to finish the time. Also there is no risk of the customer’s card getting declined. The minimum price for a VIP experience is $60 for 2 dances. The entertainer keeps $40. There’s a ten minute dance for $100. Entertainer keeps $65. There’s a hot tub room that’s $600 for 30 minutes, $800 for 45 minutes or $1,000 for an hour. The entertainer will keep half. There’s a lot more rooms, but these are the ones I’ve experienced so far.
This club has a schedule, but you tell them whenever you want to work. They just ask that you work at least 2 or 3 days a week.
There’s a woman that is the assistant manager who used to be a stripper. I really appreciate this so much, because the management will hear our perspective and treat us a little better than other places.
The First Shift!
Well I’ve worked three nights so far. The first two nights were a little crazy and the third night was a basic shift.
The first night was interesting. I made $1000 off of one person the whole night. It was a Tuesday and there weren’t a lot of people in the club. It was really slow. Two guys walked in, sat at the bar and got a couple hundred dollars in ones to throw at the dancers. One of the guys had a dancer hugging on him and the other guy was way too interested in the bartender so I knew he wasn’t going to give me any attention. I wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste and I smiled and winked at the guy with the dancer hanging on him. He must’ve liked it because he ditched the dancer that was with him and started tipping me. Sorry girlie! He threw a couple hundred dollars every single time I was on stage. I talked to him all night until the club closed at 3 AM. He did a VIP dance with me where he decided to be a little creepy by asking me to go home with him. Yuckkk!
Dancers hear this all the time and let me tell you… we are fed up with men asking this! Because I love to hustle these people, I told him if he tipped me for the rest of the night and gave me all his money then I would. I said it kind of jokingly but also serious.. And it worked. I was able to make a little over $1000 in 7 hours. That’s $142 an hour. This is why I love the strip club!
Towards the end of the night the bartender and a few girls were going back to the guys hotel for a little after party. I was already so exhausted and still had an hour drive home, but I decided to go anyway. I think my adrenaline was going since it was my first night back. Probably not the best decision I’ve made, but I’m here today so it turned out alright. Before I got to the hotel, I sent the address and room number to my close friends and shared my location with a few of them. I also tipped the front desk person in the lobby and told him to make sure he sees me leave in an hour.
Once I’m in the room, I learn all the reasons why I probably shouldn’t have gone. These two guys actually met in prison and they came out to celebrate getting released. What the fuck bro. So naturally I start asking all of the questions. Unfortunately, I got all of the answers. The guy that was throwing money at me all night has been to prison four times. The first time was when he shot his best friend in the leg and that same best friend shot him in the stomach. The second time, he beat up police officers and they threw him in prison. The third time was when he stole a rich person‘s checkbook and wrote out 170 checks to himself. He said he only went to prison for a few of the checks because they could not prove that he wrote the majority of them. He said that as if he was proud of himself or something. I have no idea why. But the fourth time is what really blew my mind. He said his baby mama/ex-wife lied to the police that he was violent towards her and her daughter.
I think you can imagine how I felt at this point in time in the story. I’m thinking wow Tiff don’t get him mad. He might kill you, shoot you in the leg, or beat your ass. What a wonderful party.
Anyways he says there was no proof and she lied, so they were going to let him go. They told him if he does not plead guilty, they were going to charge his friends for five different felonies or something along those lines…Now he could be telling the truth and those cops were trying to get him to plead guilty and lie on himself which I can totally believe. But if he’s lying and it did happen… well I needed to get out of that hotel. I was not going to wait and find out the answer.
I drove home and ended up climbing into bed around 6:45 AM. That was the end of my first night.
The Second Night!
This night was ridiculous and never ending but I left with $900. It was a Saturday night and the club was pretty busy. Before it got too busy I sat with a man who is deaf. He taught me a little bit of sign language for about 45 minutes which I really enjoyed.
When the club picked up, I danced for a 23-year-old military man who was disgusting and disrespectful. I hope he never enters the club again. He came in with a woman who was very nice. She is married to somebody else but was hanging out with this guy. At the same time, her husband was out somewhere else with his girlfriend. They both were sobby drunk. She was showing her boobs to everyone and he was telling me racist and sexist jokes the entire time as I didn’t laugh or respond back to him, of course.
I ended up doing a VIP dance for them. This guy fell asleep three minutes into the dance. He woke up and ran to the restroom to throw up. He tried to come back to the VIP room with throw up all over his shirt. Disgusting. The managers rushed in and kicked him out of the club. This man ran all the way around to the front door and entered the club again. I’m standing at the top of the VIP section just watching the managers try to catch this guy around the club. It was very entertaining.
After that mess, I danced for a guy that legit had a pornstache. I’m so serious. He did the 10 minute dance room with me twice. Then, asked where we could go and hangout, so he won’t be the “creepy strip club guy”.
I love when they think it’s not them and it’s other people. Sir, you are the creepy strip club guy.
But I’m a salesperson and I sold him the hot tub room! It’s actually a beautiful room with a huge hot tub that’s sparkly clean, a huge TV with surround sound speakers and beautiful pink and blue lights. They also drain the entire tub, scrub it, clean it and refill it after every use. They give the customers black sweat shorts to wear and towels. There’s champagne bottles that customers can have in the room but if the girls are not comfortable with the customers drinking, the managers will take the alcohol away and the customers won’t be able to have it.
I ended up telling his friend to go as well with another dancer so I wasn’t alone. 10 minutes into their time, both men pulled their nasty junk out of their shorts and looked at us. We ran out of the room to get the managers, but our awesome managers were already on their way and running into the room to kick these guys out.
I was very impressed that management was actually paying attention to the cameras in the room. I was curious about this, because I’ve never worked at a club that had full doors that closed the VIP rooms off from the rest of the club. I was never really sure how well they watch those cameras when a dancer is in a room with the door closed. They were very attentive and had a manager watching the cameras the whole time. With all this being said…..
SAVE YOUR MONEY!
I know it sounds like a crazy couple of days, but I really enjoyed getting back to work. I made some good money which was added to my savings account and helped pay off some bills. I can’t wait to see how much I can save this time around, so I can buy myself a house or start another business at some point. I really hope to stop living the way I am used to and actually have a decent life building for a future family. Until then, I’ll keep hustling! Thank you all for listening to my craziness!
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