this job is exhausting. when i wake up i have no energy to anything for hours. i dont know if its psychological or if its just that im not used to the level of physical activity.
thursday i made $85 in take-home. that's $10.62/hour.
friday(last night) i made $237 take-home wages + $45 tips = $282.
i got there at like 6pm, and made nothing until my evening shift started. if i count the whole time i was there i made $28.20/hour.
if i just count my regular shift i made $35.25/hour.
so for the past 5 shifts i've worked a total of 38 hours at a total of $769 which is an average of $20.23/hour. but i've also spent $205 on clothes, boots, and "beauty" supplies (a razor, cream, deoderant, shine-free face powder, etc.) So that actually leaves me with $564 in profit or $14.84/hour.
that average (hourly wage minus expenses) should increase over time as both my game gets better and the amount i've earned versus the amount i've spent increases.
so what do i do there?
well, its like this:
when i get called on stage i have two songs to get naked. topless by the first & nekked by the second. the idea was a little wierd at first but it doesnt really matter anymore. i have three poles to play with & i crawl around on the floor and spank my ass and grab my nipples & whatever. move slowly! most newbies move too fast. if a guy puts out a tip i get close and put his face in my (small) chest or lean back on him and pinch my nipples with the money he put out or spread eagle in front of him or whatever. you dont usually make that much at the tip rail (although last night a guy gave me $25 after i was done, for no reason i can deduce) but tips are yours to keep charge-free. you pick your own songs from their computer or you can bring in your own music or you can just not care what music it is.
then there are private dances, which are either a "VIP Bed Dance" (topless, 3 songs on a bed for $90) or a couch dance (topless, 1 song for $20) or table dance (nekked, no touching, 1 song for $20).
couch & table dances are done on what looks like a tall restaurant booth as far as outer structure, but inside on the right is a space-fitting small couch and on the left is a space-fitting couch-height table. the client sits on the couch and you sit on the client & use the table for tricks (sticking your ass in the air, etc). the client is required to keep their hands & their sides the whole time and they are not allowed to touch you. there are, of course people who wander, but you can sort of hold their hands or stay far away from their mouths so that they dont have a chance to touch you. if anyone goes too far you can stop the dance & call a bouncer into the situation. concealed weapons are permissable in MN thanks to all the republican fucks, but are forbidden in my strip joint. all in all i feel pretty safe & in control of what i will put up with.
i take my top off or pull it aside if its a bikini-type top to reveal my tits. which are probably a size A but i still get paid. i dick-ride (dry hump) from the front and back, put my covered crotch in their faces, lean back on them and grab my nipples, and make little sex noise (oooh... mmmmmhhhhmmm...) etc.
the bed dance is the same, only they are laying on a smallish bed & you have them take out any breakables from their pockets. i like bed dances better, more ease of motion & gauranteed 3 songs.
the club takes 30% of whatever you make on private dances. then there is a club fee of $10 if you get 4 or more dances. if you get tipped on dances at all the tips are 100% yours, just like on the main stage tip rail. so for example last night i probably made about $400 but i paid out $157 directly, then tipped the waitresses, DJ, door people, bouncers, and manager. plus i paid for the cab fare for one of the strippers who had her entire night's cash stolen in the locker room. i dont know what kind of fucking asshole knows exactly how hard you have to work to get any cash at all and can just steal the shit from someone with out thinking about it. i hope i never ever space keeping track of my little purse thing i carry. last night would have been really bad if it had been me, since it was my best night ever. well, i have to get going.
ponge is watching tv, but seems cheery. i worry about him, like he doesnt go out or anything or even leave the house for days at a time if i am not here to make him go do an errand with me. fuck.
well, this job isnt something i want to do for very much longer. its just too fucking energy sucking on my time off, and the schedule sucks it. maybe when i have some normal hours & more energy the two of us will be able to go out together.
next week sometime i want to take us out to eat some place nice and romantic. get dressed up, you know. maybe eat some steak.