so i told charlie and sydney, two of the girls from my "gentlemen's club," that i would go with them this weekend for a g-love concert and a boat cruise dinner thing. then they hopped on each other and said - are you going to be naughty with us?
fuck. not that it wouldn't be fun to be "naughty" with them, but i really couldn't do it in good conscience. there is a certain amount of flirting and gaming that i think is acceptable - slapping asses, booty grinding, grabbing the occasional nipple, pretending to eat out the other girl tho she has her bottom still on. i mean, we're strippers. we see each other naked & in hot outfits all the time. we play with each other and ourselves on stage to amuse ourselves and for the sake of voyeurism. anything i would do on stage or have done to me on stage i would think fine in other contexts, when it comes to the part of stage-work where all of us who didn't snag a guy for a fantasy dance have to fucking dance on stage for nothing while the other girls are making loot.
wait, i dont think i explained the fantasy dance in my the gig rundown & more. so a "fantasy dance" works like this: every girl on stage has a two song set (see link for details). about once or twice an hour during the last song of someone's set blue light on the ceiling will start going round in circles. that is the warning that there is a fantasy dance coming up. this is a private dance that is either an extended play (an extra long song for the same price) or a 2 for 1 (two songs for the price of one). i think they are about the same length, the dj usually cuts the 2 for 1 songs short. so, then, if it's a couch dance it's the same $20 for a longer dance (one long song or two short ones). if its a bed dance than its $90 for either one extended play one and two regular songs or if its the 2 for 1 then you get a total of four songs (the 2 for 1 special plus the other two songs as beds are 3 songs long usually).
so anyway, when the blue light comes on during the last song of a girl's set if i'm not already talking to someone i will try to find someone to sit on and bullshit with a little. to butter up or harden up, as it were. when she is done with her set the play this one techno song that means its a fantasy dance. if you are not one the couch you are required to line up on stage and clap along with the other girls - like 1, 2, clap. 1, 2, clap. i try to say to whomever i'm sitting on - hey, we're going to have a fantasy dance (explaining what that is if they dont know, hello sales pitch) do you want to go dance? if they say yes then we go back to the bed or couch (usually couch, but i get beds once in awhile by saying - do you want to go to the bed or the couch..i'm real good on the bed...) and wait for the next song to start & then i do the fantasy dance. which is the same as every other private dance but longer.
if i can't get the person i'm with (usually a guy but sometimes a girl) to come back for a dance right away than i have to fuckin go on stage and line up in two rows with the rest of the girls and clap. then the dj announces our names as we exit the stage one by one. it's best to be up front so you get down on the floor faster. all the girls then walk around and try to get guys to take a private dance while the same stupid techno song is playing. if you don't have a private dance by the time the dj says some shit like, ok here comes your fantasy dance. relax and enjoy the ride.. (and changes to a new song) then your ass is stuck going on stage with all the other girls who dont have dances. you dont strip, but you move around sexy like or whatever. i usually hang round the back and move my ass in a sexy way because i dont want to put that much effort into it. the only good being on stage does during a fantasy dance is that possibly you can market yourself & get a dance later or get good tips when its your turn to strip. sometimes i practice pole tricks if i have the energy. and maybe we will bullshit with each other or spank someone's ass or pull their top up to reveal their tit or whatever.
so any of that kind of crap i probably would be comfortable with, if that's what charlie & sydney mean by being naughty with them. but i've also heard a lot about charlie having a good heart but using a lot of drugs. honestly if i was in a situation with the two of them where we could get some meth or coke i probably would do it. i dont really like coke that much, especially the next day when your head is somehow a solid block of clog that won't budge and at the same time there is snot dripping out your nostrils. but i havent done anything fun in a long time, basically since i moved here. and at nate's party i only had a limited amount of fun since i was supposed to be quitting smoking and to do so quitting drinking.
and i dont understand sydney anyway - she's supposedly all in love with this american (she's australian and talks about it a lot, a topic i wont delve into at this point) but she's going to get naughty with charlie? do they have an open relationship or does she think that it doesn't count if it's a girl?
fuck. i really want to go on a road trip though, and i really want to get drunk. and i've never been on a dinner cruise and it sounds fun. but i don't want to spend the money and i don't want to fuck around with those two and i don't want to deal with deciding whether or not to use drugs because depending on the drug i probably would do it. not pot, i hate that shit. it would be really nice to get the hell out of mpls for a bit, and nice to get to know those two a little more.
the other thing is the practicality of it. they want to leave right from the club after work tonight & i dont know at all what the hell to pack - something nice? does it matter? i also have a wierd feeling about it, and i tend to want to trust my instincts but my urge to party and live it up is sort of overwhelming. and ponge just called to say he won't be back in town til tuesday morning. as much as i like having the apartment to myself for the first time since we've moved here, having him gone for four days sucks. some time to be alone is fun, since he doesn't work and doesn't visit people and just started doing soccer again i haven't been here when he's not since we moved. and, when i am alone, the TV is hardly ever on! blessed peace of mind no idiot talk shows blasting in the background about who's baby it is and what the fuck else ever. alhamdoulilaah!