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Last Night

Last night was a difficult night, making money was like pulling teeth. It was like haggling for lap dances at a market full of stubborn donkeys aka men with very tight pockets.
Everybody wanted to negotiate. Negotiate what exactly? Some girls flat out refused to pay the house fee because they did not make enough. Which is understandable, since all of the girls there were from out of town and some came from very far away too and paid a lot of money to travel to South Dakota (like me). I talked a bit to a very pretty Russian girl from New York City, she told me that she works at Flashdancers (yeah, she was quite beautiful actually).
The house fee at Holiday House is rather steep, $135/night, plus then there is the daily room fee too $40 to stay in one of the trailers they provide for the dancers, so that adds up to $175. That means you have to make $175 before you make a profit for yourself, it can be stressful and annoying when you don't make money.
Me and Mandy with our ball whackers.



I forced Mandy to wear my favorite outfit.




Here Again

I started out my trip to Winner South Dakota (yes I'm back here again) out of Kenai at 2 PM Thursday afternoon and I finally made it to Winner around 5 PM the following day (Friday). The first airplane takes about 20 minutes or so.....Kenai to Anchorage. Then I had a nice and relaxing (not) layover for five hours in Anchorage. After that I had a wonderful time from Anchorage to Minneapolis crammed in between two men, one of them on the larger side that spilled into my seat. The seats on Delta are definitely not made for people that carry a little bit of extra weight. I think I managed to sleep for one hour or so, the rest of the time I watched a movie (Maleficent) and tried to ignore the pretty much constant screaming from a hysterical child seated diagonally behind me. Lovely trip. I realized that yes, if somebody was to have Ebola and get on a full and muggy airplane......everybody would probably get infected. So please people, do not fly if you have Ebola! Or any other diseases similar to it. Thank you.
People were coughing and sneezing constantly, nobody seems to be aware of the "proper" way to handle such bodily functions. Then I had to wait in Minneapolis, that has the best airport ever BTW, for a couple of hours for my next flight to Omaha Nebraska. While waiting, one of my fellow passengers decided that Mecca was calling and started praying, interesting. We boarded the plane, then had to deboard due to something not functioning. Once we were on the next plane we took off and I got to Omaha safely. My first time in Nebraska! From there I drove 300 miles or so to Winner. Through gorgeous country I have to say. Golden cornfields, cows out in pastures and large trees showing off the most beautiful colors. This country really is amazing. I'm glad I have seen so much of it.
Once in Winner I located my trailer and met up with Mandy. Then it was time to shower, shave and slap on some eye shadow and lashes. Although I'd much rather sleep but I pulled myself together and went to work.
Same club as last year, Holiday House. The moment I stepped my foot in there I felt regret and wanted to go back home - immediately. I did not want to be here last year, I said I would never come back. But I did, because sometimes time just erases certain memories, softens our impressions. But yeah, this is not a place for me. So I am back to counting down the hours until I can go back home again. I was actually even thinking about just getting in my car and going back home last night but I didn't. I stuck it out until the end, which is 2 AM.
So I'm at McDonald's (free WiFi) with Mandy, catching up. At this point we are thinking about going someplace else to work, she is feeling the way I do. This place is just too much.
Burly and rude. Guys let out the most disgusting farts while they stand around sipping on their beers like it's the most normal thing to do. There is no difference for them where they are at, barn or strip club - it's all the same. Farts, belches, spilled beer and disgustingness in general. I'm just not cut out for that kind of behavior. They also think it's perfectly normal to reach out and grab you too and that is not OK with me. There is way to much contact going on for my liking. SIGH. Why did I come back? I don't know. This is all the stuff that was bothering me about Holiday House last year.......Well, at least I get to hang out with Mandy and I did see some beautiful scenery. So it's not all horrible.
Not much has changed in Winner. They did open up a coffee shop though, that is a major improvement I have to say. So I got my latte in Winner (finally) and a locally made blueberry muffin. Yeay!




Last Night

I am writing this at Starbucks in Sioux Falls while sitting in a brown leather chair, full after having some hot chai, banana bread and oatmeal. Now I know that you can get oatmeal with fruit at both Starbucks and McDonald's, it's not bad and much better than a greasy hamburger, so listen to me and choose the oatmeal next time. I am tired and a little loopy because it's almost 7 AM and I left Winner about 3 PM, it took me 2 1/2 hours to get to Sioux Falls, I was listening to the radio and loudly singing along to songs the whole way. I thought about life and how fast time goes by and all the people that I know and have met and the people that I will never come across again and it made me sad and I cried a little. Tears about life, because life is great and beautiful but also sad and difficult. I can get emotional several times a day and then I am happy again.
So I am done in Winner. The last night got off to a slow start but then I had fun and time went by fast. The night was over before I knew it and I got on the road out of there.
The bouncer "Tiny" told me that it had been a pleasure working with me and that he thinks that I am very nice, classy and elegant. That is always nice to hear.
Here I am on the stage admiring myself.





Yes, I look tall (obviously since about every other person says something about that) but without those heels I'm 5'9" and I don't think that makes me a giant. So when some guy blurts out that I'm too tall for him I usually say that he can come and find me when he mans up and grows some balls. It's not my fault that you might be insecure and I am not going to take off my heels and walk around barefoot or in flip flops so some guys can feel more manly or something. I mean, most girls wear high heels in strip clubs and then you have the occasional dancer that schleps around in flip flops or slippers. That's not me though.
I got lots of marriage proposals in Winner. LOL. My standard answer is, fill out the ten page application and get in line. Steve from the other night came back, he asked if I'm up for adoption. Of course I am but I need to be treated like a very spoiled child and get everything I point my finger at. ;-)

So my two trailer mates got dropped off at the bus stop yesterday morning. I don't know what they did but they basically had to pack up and leave. So no work for them last night. There was more drama too. One of the girls that was involved in the fight Friday night supposedly went to the police, I am not sure what happened there but the rumor was that she said that there is nasty stuff that goes on in the club and we had some kind of inspectors in the club keeping an eye at the place last night.
I didn't get a warning or a talk about cleaning up my act from management because they didn't think I need to clean up anything. Yeah, I know.....I am one of those "no fun" dancers that won't let you get away with whatever you think you should but with me you pay for a quality.
So the Holiday House in Winner wasn't as good as I was hoping for. It had to do with the bird count, because the girls that had been there previous years said that they had never seen it this slow. And slow kind of equals lesser income, unless you get lucky but I don't count on lucky.....I want busy and consistent. The weekends were OK, I can't complain but the weekday earnings were far from good enough when you travel and have expenses related to the travel. What also put somewhat of a damper on this adventure was my trailer experience, those roommates were too much. Besides that, the club was OK, not a classy place by any means but I did do alright after all and I can see potential there when it's busy. But the owner should clean up amongst the dancers and get rid of the girls that do some of the trashy and nasty stuff. That is not good for business and it will scare away quality girls. The staff was nice and I met some cool girls.
I am getting really sleepy now. I wonder if I can sleep at Starbucks? :-D

Three

Here I am, having breakfast at McDonald's and taking advantage of the free (but spotty at best) Wi-Fi. Yes, I'd much rather be at McDonald's with my laptop than lay on a bed in a trailer staring at the roof and listening to one of my trailer mates arguing with her baby daddy on the phone and the other one making random loud noises and snorting sounds with her nose. Yes, even McDonald's seems like a peaceful place compared to THAT.



I have been using this self tanner a few times. It works pretty good and doesn't leave a strong after smell. I protect my hands with thin gloves so they don't get dark and blotchy.



Last night the owner of the club approached me and asked how much it would be for me to change my return ticket for Wednesday. He had asked the house mom to ask me to consider staying longer the other night. He offered to pay the change fee for my plane ticket and let me stay in the trailer for free. I guess a group of "rich" guys are coming in on Tuesday and he thinks I'm a good looking girl and wants to impress them (his words not mine). I thought about it for a second because the last three nights have been bad income wise and it would be good to try to make up for that but I have decided to stick with the original plan and go home when I'm supposed to. I miss Chhaya, I miss my clean home, bed and bathroom. And it doesn't matter if these guys are rich. That doesn't mean they will spend and money on ME, even if I am "a nice looking girl." I am "competing" with straight up cheap hookers here (not all of the girls do this but enough of them) I have figured this much out the last week. Some girls are complaining and upset about it and I've heard some prices from two different guys last night.....ready for this? $100 for a BJ and $125 - 150 for sex. In the club, where we do the lap dances. This makes me sad and I do not like to be associated with stuff like that. AT LEAST take it out of the club! There is a Holiday Inn walking distance from the club, do all the bj's and have sex for pay all you want there. Oh, I guess one of them did that the other night, $500. Bleh.....

I still absolutely LOVE my long, silver earrings that my friend Rose-Marie sent me for Christmas last year. They are my favorite earrings, pretty huh? I like silver and platinum.





And a nice girl I met here thinks that I should come and dance at the club she works at in Denver next year. Not Shotgun Willies, I have already worked there and I don't think I would do that again. She is really nice and cute. We both have dogs, like organic food and Whole Foods, we have the same bracelet from there. And one more thing.....she knew me from somewhere and she asked me if I have a blog. Yes, that's me I said. I guess she found the blog a while ago when researching about dancing in Williston. :-)
Three days left here before I go home......





Four

FOUR more days in this hell hole. I am counting down the hours in the club.....28 starting tonight. I am never coming back here....I'm not saying that I won't ever dance in South Dakota again but not here in Winner (I hope). I have heard of a club in another town in South Dakota where it's supposedly strict and the rules are followed, I wouldn't mind trying that one. But a place like Holiday House where girls basically do whatever to make a buck.....there is no place for me at a club like that. I am pretty sure I overheard a guy ask his friend for some extra money the other night....he needed to pay for his "lap dances", that if I heard it right, included a bj. Little does he know, or maybe he knows but just had a set of beer goggles on....or just wanted a bj really bad (pathetic man) that the lady that provided this service for him has a missing front tooth. I don't know if she puts in a fake tooth in her mouth or not but she looks like hell. I saw her in the dressing room and she had a dark gap in her mouth in the front.
Are people even aware or care about such fun little things like herpes, chlamydia, gonorrhea and HPV? You can transmit and catch all of those by genital to mouth contact. Here is a kind word of advice for all you horny men out there that lose all common sense when intoxicated and around scantily dressed women, go to a legal brothel if you really need such services.
At least at the brothel you will be more protected from STDs. And the dancers that stick to the rules (like me) do not have to be subjected to being around it. Because trust me, I do not want to see it and I do not want to hear about it and I do not want to be asked if I do any of those things. GROSS.
The lap dances are totally unsupervised and are done on couches and armchairs, there is a flimsy dark kind of see through curtain that separates the lap dance area from the club. The bj thing does not surprise me at all, this place is filthy and trashy and most of the girls are beyond trashy. You can call me stuck up or whatever you want but I just tell it like it is. Some blonde little thing has been getting so drunk every night she has been working, management doesn't even care. She was standing on the main floor last night, making out with some old man, tongue and all. Absolutely repulsive. Her dances must be really FUN! All drunk, sloppy and you can probably do what you want to her, she is too drunk to know the difference.
Also this club is supposed to be topless only. But girls flash their VAGINES left and right when approaching guys or light their privates on fire. Borat style show. Even in clubs where you go nude on stage, for example the Bush Company in Anchorage, you NEVER flash you VAGINE when walking around on the floor, unacceptable. It would never be allowed, you would get called into the office and sent home. I like that. Guess what, I worked there for over two years, never once did I get sent home.
I woke up this morning to the hood rats loud cackling hyena laugh. With people like her populating this country I am not surprised that it is going to shits. Not an ounce of intelligence and manners. I got up and dressed and escaped to the solitude of McDonald's.

Here is a little mention of the bird count that I saw on the front page of some local paper.



Club rules. Somebody should make sure they are being followed (especially number 6) since we all had to sign this paper, consenting to the rules. Oh, the irony!



Waking Up To Trailer Life

Woke up this morning by 11 am, while stretching my tired body and wiggling my toes I looked at something sitting on the blinds, something at least three inches long. A yellow jacket, eeeeeek! Then it started flying around my room fast and angry, so I opened the door and it disappeared somewhere into the rest of the trailer. Nothing like waking up to trailer life!



One of my roomies, the drunk but nice lady decided to leave last night. She is going to another club she has been working at about 100 miles away, she thinks I should try it out too. Maybe or maybe not. I'm still in Winner. Although last night started out slow, there were no guys in the club until after 8 pm due to some uninteresting baseball game on.....people and sports, I personally don't get it....but I did quite well after the club got busy. So last night I was a winner in Winner! I have made back my trip expenses plus some, so at least I have that. Now....profits only!
One girl told a story about getting bitten by a brown recluse (spider) last year she was here, she had to go to the emergency room for some sort of treatment and got antibiotics. Maybe it was a brown recluse that I took outside the other day? I am scared of spiders but I don't like killing them.
Last night a bigger girl that says she is fat (her own words) because she recently had a miscarriage (like in month 8 or what?), lit her nipples and crotch on fire. We are not supposed to show the VAGINE here but I guess it really is of no importance to some of the ladies.
She did the match trick, I saw that done a long time ago....I wonder who the first person was that came up with that? You basically take a match and pull the end apart into two pieces, slightly wet it and stick it on your nipples and light it on fire. I've tried that once or twice at home just for giggles. Then she stuck a match in her crotch and lit that on fire. She pulled down her panties and bra in front of a group of a group of guys looking a her with a look of amuse and bewilderment on their faces. Yeah, it was NOT a pretty sight.....more like a freak show. VERY NICE and HIGH FIVE!
So it is soon time for me to return to the trailer, take out any insects present and jump in the shower. Early night tonight, we close at midnight....it is Sunday after all, the day we should all rest.

Holiday House

The club I'm working at for the rest of the week (unless I decide to leave and go somewhere else for some reason) is called Holiday House. It is inside a sports bar of some sort so it's really not a "real" strip club and that is quite noticeable.
There are two stages, one which is one of the WORST stages I have ever seen. Just an elevated square with no pole, some slippery linoleum flooring, a low roof, I'm inches away from it when I stand up. There is absolutely HORRIBLE bright green and white lights that blink on and off and blind you and show off every stretch mark, scar, pimple, stray hair and cellulite. Lovely. I don't know of any girl that wants to have that on blast. I don't understand how some club owners think, do they not look at the stage and pay attention to something as crucial as lighting in the club? Everybody should know that lighting, even in a restaurant is important and sets the mood. Do I want to go on a stage and showcase my cellulite on my thighs? NO. And I have some. There are girls in there with stretch marks all over their stomachs and boobs and major cellulite and I cringe when I see that. It just doesn't look nice whatsoever. Think of a dressing room mirror with some very harsh lighting. Lights in a strip club should be soft and on the dark side (not too dark) and reddish. I'd rather go on stage with some regular 40 W light bulbs than lights that make any girl look worse, unless you are a skinny 13 year old.
The club over all is very trashy. I don't know what I was expecting..... a miracle perhaps? I did work in Dallas SD the last two years and that too was very trashy. I guess I hoped for some sort of improvement here, but no. The guys are nice but most of them, MOST not all, are blue collar couch potatoes that get away from home for a week to go hunting. Not professional at all. And this is a description told to me last night by a nice man that has been coming here for 30 something years. I think he summed it up fairly well. Lots of burping and farting. Not by me, by the guys. I KNOW, totally DISGUSTING! Why am I here again I wondered several times last night. One more week of torture.
I did meet a few very nice gentlemen. And that is refreshing. They thought so too by meeting me because to be quite frank, some of the girls working at the club are scary and lack any form of refinement. They think that dancing is basically crawling out on stage, get down on all fours and shake their jiggly rumps around. Um NO. Then they sit around and text on their phones and glare at the other girls (like me).
The first night was pretty bad but last night was decent money wise. I just hope it keeps up. So far I have seen about three or four pretty girls and the rest were basically trashy.
But everybody has different taste and some guys that go to strip clubs like the trashy look and behavior because they think that there might actually be a chance to get a girl that presents herself like that to go home with them. Plus they are trashy themselves sometimes.
Whereas a classy and nice looking girl is more out of their league and intimidating.
I stay in a picturesque trailer. Quite lovely if you are into the trailer life. LOL. I have a spartan room outfitted with one bed and some rusty hangers in the closet. The bed has a sheet.
I went out and bought my own pillow and asked for another sheet to cover myself with when I sleep. I might have to buy a blanket and don't want to sound cheap but I think that at least clean bedding should be provided for the girls that travel, so you don't need to bring that with you. Especially if they charge $40/night for the trailer life experience. I am going to try and negotiate that price, really $40? I mean, do I want to travel with pillows and blankets? Pay for an extra suitcase on top of the one I already checked? Not really. There are no locks on the bedroom doors, so I can't lock the door when I sleep or when I leave. I always bring my money, laptop and PRADA bag with me when I leave. There trailer also has a bunch of bugs. I'm not sure what they are but they fly. I take them outside but they come back. I also took out a spider from my room and a yellow jacket. I like animals but come on now!



Besides the insects, I share this quaint little trailer with three other ladies. One of them has to sleep on a bed in the living room/kitchen area. She is OK during the day, sleeps mostly but at night she gets completely WASTED and I take her back "home". She is amazed that I don't drink and I think to myself, thank God I don't because I would not want to look and act like you do around midnight. She stumbles around and mumbles. Hangs all over the guys that try to get rid of her. She told me she got fired from one of the clubs in Williston (Whispers) for drinking too much. No shit! And let me tell you, most people drink here and in Williston, so to drink too much.....that means you are WASTED, like I said. Last night on the rather uncomfortable ride home she stared at me the whole time then proceeded to sneeze 12 (yes, 12!!!) loud and wet sneezes back to back. GROSS. I wrapped my scarf even tighter around my face. She asked me if I was cold, I said yes.
The other two ladies are ghetto hood rats from Florida with no class whatsoever. One is very skinny with some bad bolt on boobs that she proudly displays all over the club (LOOK at me, I bought boobs!!.) Some girls here don't cover up when they leave the stage, they just let it all hang out. I mean, why not right? That would never happen at a more upscale club. She looks like she has been friendly with the pipe a lot in her life and I don't refer to a weed pipe now. The other one is a tall blonde with a big stomach. She has a bad attitude and I had to tell her off the first night because she acted inappropriate towards me. I really don't want to elbow anyone in the face and rearrange their teeth so I told the "house mom" that I didn't come all the way here for a bunch of lame drama. But if I have to I will use the elbow or a precisely placed round kick to her face if I have to. Really, don't fuck with me.
There are two girls working here that worked with me this past summer in Alaska. Me and another girl nicknamed them Alf and Oksana. Alf because she looks like Alf in the face.
And Oksana because she looks like she is strong enough to pull a plow. Or wrestle a bear.
When people drop a beer bottle or a glass on the floor in the club or when one of the dancers kick it over by accident while on stage, the mess does not get cleaned up. There are wet areas and broken glass on the floor and you have to be careful walking around so you don't slip and have an accident. To get up to the second level where the dances are done you have to climb up a steep spiral stair case that is downright an accident waiting to happen. Very bad idea. But like I said, this is some kind of a sports bar that gets turned into a make shift strip club during pheasant hunting season. As far as any nice place in town to dine at etc.....I haven't seen any.....yet.
The staff so far are nice. I haven't really dealt with them much except hand over the steep house fee and the DJs tip and when I told the "house mom" about the hood rat and her behavior.
But now I am going to see if I can find a park or something so I can get some sun and fresh air before I am returning to the Sheraton (trailer) here in town to shower and get ready for another night at the broken bottle palace.







Winner



So I am in a small town called Winner, that is in South Dakota. I really hope that this town will live up to it's name......I started my journey Wednesday evening and it took three airplanes to get to Sioux Falls, then I rented a car from there and drove to Winner, that took about four hours. I was exhausted last night, my body felt weak my eyes just wanted sleep but I still went to work. The clubs name is Holiday House.
I am kind of strapped for time today. I didn't wake up until 2 pm, dehydrated I know the feeling because my brain feels on the verge of a headache.
I need to get in the shower no later than 4 30 and I have some errands to do before that so there will be more details about Winner and the club another time. And I already got some stuff to talk about, you know me! ;-)
There is not even a decent coffee shop around (not that I know of at least) so I went to McDonald's for a coffee, some salad with no meat, they only have salad with no meat as a side salad and free wifi. So I am going to scarf down this fine meal and get going.



PS.....note my pink heels on the Welcome To Winner sign.
;-)



Whispers Williston Update

To all the ladies that are curious about working at club Whispers in Williston......here is some info for you.
The DJ that works at Whispers reads my blog.....mhmmmm, yes he does. :-)
This is what he has to say....I am going to copy a comment he recently left to one of my entries about Whispers that I wrote earlier this year.
"Kinda have some insight for you hopefuls out there. I can speak for whispers in saying that business is picking up each day it gets colder. Not as many people want to be outside in the cold when its warmer and the scenery is much nicer inside. If you want to try to get booked, email a RECENT face pic and body pic along with your contact info to whispers.mh@gmail.com. The club actually offers housing if you don't want to spend almost $800-$900 for the week. If you have any other questions, feel free to email me at the above email address (whispersdj@gmail.com) and I will help any way I can. Hope this helps any and all who may be interested.
Josh
Whispers DJ (yes they have one now lol).

And he wrote me an email too.....
"Hey Tatiana
Just wanted to say thank you again for the insight back in July about coming up here. Just wanted to give you an update, the stage area has been remodeled and the club now has two vip rooms that are making the girls even more money than the original dance room. No more tickets, lol, the girls keep all the money they make and have a flat rate house fee. Would love for you to come back up and check it out now that we have it on the right track :-)
Josh"

I recall when I did work at Whispers last time, I did well (in case you wonder). One girl just hated me for some reason (jealous much?) and she knew about my blog before I had even met her and talked so much shit about me and this blog and said that I wrote things that were not true about the club. Actually I would NEVER do that, I take pride in writing in a very truthful way without exaggerating or lying. Look at it as journalism if you want. Of course it is from MY perspective, since I am writing about MY experiences. Well, she trash talked me to all the other girls and the staff and they would all glare at me and even talk shit. Whatever! I found that very comical.
I am way stronger than that. Then she, or somebody she trash talked me to, called Heartbreakers and told the manager that I have a blog and write negative things about clubs. Whoever made that phone call was hoping that I wasn't going to be allowed to work at Heartbreakers, where I was scheduled the week after Whispers. Well, little did she know that I was one of the first girls ever to work at Heartbreakers, hired by the owner Jared. We even went furniture shopping for the club together.
Writing a blog is not a crime, this is not China - I can write about what I want. It's so pathetic that girls like her try to sabotage for other girls. What sad individuals they must be, waking up every day with a miserable hangover. Spewing their trash over everybody in their way.
Also, many dancers write about clubs all over different online discussion forums. They discuss and talk bad about clubs, managers, DJs, house fees etc. Most of them hide behind a user name and an anonymous account. I have a very public blog. And I stand for my opinions. If you don't like what I have to say - then don't read my blog........ ;-)

No Words......Just GROSS

Last year when I worked at Frank Day's it was totally unplanned. I was actually booked at Scarlett O'Haras in Sioux Falls for two weeks and after a week I've had enough because the club was slow with no money to be made. When you travel for work you can't be at a club making $100 - 200/night. With that kind of money I might as well stay home and have no expenses related to the travel.
So my friend Kiko told me about Frank Day's and I went there. Worked seven nights and did alright. I came late in the season, everybody told me it had slowed down and that I should come back next year for the opening of the pheasant hunting season. So I did return this year and decided to come about one week early. I asked the owner twice if it would even be WORTH my time coming a week early and she said that she did have large groups of guys coming in and that there should be money to be made. Well, that was a mistake. Friday - Wednesday, a whole six nights were awful. I mean, I was expecting at least $300/night on the slower nights. Not under $100. That is unacceptable. And the other girls working didn't make any money either, with the exception of one that supposedly got paid to hang out and acted very lovey-dovey with some guy. And I don't work like that anyways, I like to do many lap dances in between my stages for many different people. Certainly not act like somebody's date, hang out all night, maybe even during the day and after work and exchange numbers.
Different strokes for different folks. I've heard that many girls were mislead to believe that there is LOTS of money there before the official start of the season. NOT OK! Because that is not true, unless you get "lucky" and you can't count on that. So when Thursday came around I had far from what I had expected to have with four nights left to try to make up for it. And out of the four, I did ok three of them and bad one night.
It's just NOT my kind of club. Many of the guys that visit Frank Day's are kind of rowdy, many are rude, drunk and expect way too much from you. They like girls who act wild on stage, lots of crotch diving, flipping VAGINES (no panties) and asses in people's faces on the stage.
I mean literally, in their face WITH two way contact. Boob touching on the stage. Sorry but that is NOT how I dance. I am more of the soft, pretty, feminine dancer.
Girls were simulating BJ's on beer bottles and in between guys legs. Sure, that's "entertaining" maybe - but it's not me. I stay on the stage, don't get off it during my songs and if you have been reading my blog for a while - well then you know that my lap dances don't include anything that would make me feel uncomfortable and that includes having my boobs groped. I would not like to have many different guys touch my boobs with different variations of groping every time I work. My boobs are sensitive and I want to save those moments for the person I have a relationship with, when I do.
I did a dance at Frank Day's for a guy and he wanted to BITE my nipple. And got kind of upset when I refused. I don't think that every girl dancing in there would let him do that (I certainly hope not) sometimes the guys try whatever just to see what they can get away with. But most people I encountered in there (the guys) thought I was shy or stuck up. Fine. I was totally out of my element. And so many of them wanted to meet up after work. I saw things that made me cringe and I felt sad at times. I think dancing (stripping) can be done in a very beautiful and sensual way without having to act vulgar. I've had many people compliment me on my dancing before saying that it is like "art" and beautiful. I like to keep it fun, flirty, sexy, cute, pretty - NOT vulgar and/or porno looking. And like I said earlier......different strokes for different folks. I can only be me. Here some girls were flashing guys off the stage, just pulling their underwear down and bending over on the floor - hoping to get a dance like that.
Other girls did dances out on the floor for small tips. One girl was standing by the DJ booth while some guy was sucking on her boob. I already told you in a previous blog about the boob sucking on stage. Some girl was sitting on a guys lap around a large round table in the dining area, while he pulled her top to the side and played with her nipple. With all of that going on - why buy dances? There IS money to be made here. Some girls did really well the last three nights I worked. I am talking amounts between $1200 - 3000 each night. Good for them, I am happy that they made that. I didn't but that's ok. Well, of course I wish I would had made lots of money too, that would had been nice if I would had left South Dakota with a nice chunk of change but I can only work the way I am comfortable with. In fact I made more that first week I was at Frank Day's last year than I did in my ten nights combined this time around. And although I thought the place was the craziest place I ever worked at then.....it was even crazier this time around. So if you are ok with working in a very hands on club, flipping your VAGINE in guys faces, acting wild and rowdy.....then this might be the club for you.
Do not come before the pheasant hunting season begins. Come a day early and go to work. You don't have to be that pretty, decent looking is ok as long as you act wild and and hustle good. I did work with a couple of very pretty girls.
Naomi - OMG, one of the prettiest girls I have ever seen. And I told her this, I give out compliments freely. Got her number too. ;-)
Sway that I first met at Heartbreakers in Williston, also a very good looking girl.
There are also some porn stars (I guess) that work here, ladies that use a first and last name because they are known for other things than just dancing. I do have to say that we all got along and I made some new "friends". You know people that you get along with right then and there but that you might never or rarely see again and probably won't stay in touch with too much or at all. But the girls were nice, with a few exceptions.
When the pheasant hunting officially starts the club charges you $130 to work each night.
You have to agree in advance to how many nights you want to work and pay either all of it or half of it Friday night before midnight. The first week I was there, it was only $30 to work and trust me it should had been free, we weren't making any money! Friday night I had to pay $390 to work for my three remaining nights. So if you want to stay 10 nights once the season starts it's $1300, you have to pay half of it upfront. Some girls refused to do that and went night by night instead and I heard that they got away with it, good. I don't think a club should charge upfront like that. Other girls payed upfront but wanted to go home because they didn't like it and got told they wouldn't get any refunds. Hmmmmmm........that's kind of brutal. Also, you have the give the club $10 for every dance you do.
And remember that I mentioned that I got so fed up/upset that I cried a little Friday night? Well, I wasn't the only one crying that night, I found out later that three other girls were sad that night too. LOL. Kind of funny. We were all weeping. Sad stripper party!
Where do you stay? Find a room early. The owner has trailers for the girls. I stayed in one last year, I did not want to experience that again this year so I got a room at the Parkside Motel in Gregory. Nothing luxurious but it has what you need, shower, bed, tv, fridge. $40/night.
The bed is large so you can travel with a friend and split the cost.
I heard that Burke has a motel too. Both Burke and Gregory are close enough to the club. Also, ask around. The staff has rooms for rent too.
The DJs were super nice and funny. They like mostly country and rock here with an emphasis on the country. I still played some Rihanna, Ellie Goulding and Deadmau5. When the season starts and the club gets filled up with people they open up another area called the Tiki Room. This is another room with a long stage with two poles. Half of the girls will be in the main area and the other half in the Tiki Room. Once you have been assigned your location you are stuck there for the rest of the night. The Tiki Room was badly lit, reminded me of a large shed but many girls like it more because it resembles a strip club more compared to the main area which concludes of two rooms, the dining area and bar with the jukebox and people dancing two step and the room with the main stage and girls dancing. Also the stage in the Tiki Room needs to get cleaned, there are spider webs hanging from the ceiling, the dressing room is very small and full of spider webs too. I don't like that you can't move in between the two areas. That means you are missing out on money. Saturday was my best night whereas another girl had her worse night that night and she is a money maker, expecting to be making a lot this season, she has been returning for years. She got stuck in the room with no money. One night while on stage I put my hand through my hair and felt something. I had a bug or a fly in my hair, I shook it off and it crawled across the stage. Another girl got a fly in her mouth. Yuck!
Ok.......now to the disgusting part.......
IT IS SO GROSS !!!!! Saturday night, close to the end of the night the club started smelling like shit. It was bad, I mentioned that in a previous blog. Actually every night I was there somebody decided to rip ass, like foul ass. So absolutely disgusting. Keep your assholes shut please. Anyways......I asked another girl if she could smell how bad it stunk in the whole place and she said that she could, as we looked at each other in horror.
Sunday I had to be in at 5 PM, the place opens at noon, it's a bar and a restaurant too, many people stop in here for a meal. Girls come in to work as early as noon sometimes. Well, it was slow so I sat at the bar for a while. I always sit on a towel.
I got bored and went into the dressing room and while I was talking to another girl, Sway actually, I could feel that horrid poop smell again. So I asked her if she could smell it too and I told her that it smelled like that last night and that is was gross. So she told me that some old man shat his pants at the bar late Saturday night and that people were VOMITING because it stunk so bad, I mean I could smell it from the other room. When he got up from the chair he had diarrhea all over the back of his pants while he walked out of the club. Then she kind of yelled out, "He was sitting in the chair you were just sitting in while he pooped himself." OMG OMG OMG, I FREAKED OUT!!!! We both did. I picked up my towel that I had been sitting on, got a whiff - sure enough......it smelled like that diarrhea smell from last night. I ripped off my panties, almost started crying. Sway handed me baby wipes, I got sanitizer and started to frenetically wipe down my backside, my legs........while just wanting to cry. I have never in my life experienced anything like this. Turns out that Jen, one of the managers, thought it was a good idea to KEEP the fucking chair that had poop all over it, a chair with a cloth cover.
A cloth cover soaks up stuff. She just sprayed it down with Lysol, my friend witnessed it. HELLOOOOO!!!!!!????? This is a FUCKING restaurant too, people EAT here. HEALTH CODE anyone? How the fuck are you knowingly going to let girls sit in that contaminated chair all afternoon without saying anything?
I was LIVID!!!! I told Jen and they took the chair out. I said I wanted money for my ruined underwear and it took about three hours and I got handed a $20 and an apology. Mind you, I was not the only girl that day sitting in that chair, others did too......then we went on stage, sat down in other chairs, other guests of the bar sat in it too. Spreading feces bacteria around.........How wrong is that? I still can't believe that they kept that chair, I can't believe this happened to me......! I am a very clean person. One girl that works there doesn't usually wear any panties, just a big belt with a large buckle barely covering her VAGINE, she sits around all night long on those chairs with her bare ass and lady bits. I am SO grateful for my towel, I never sit down without a towel under my butt. Of course I threw it away and the panties.
And guess what? That old man supposedly shat his pants a week earlier in there, I wonder if he was sitting down then too or did it standing up? And to make it even worse......he returned to the club Sunday night, back sitting at the bar. FUCKING GROSS! I don't care that he is old and might be demented or sick, that is a health violation and hazard. They should give him some adult diapers and tell him to put one on and not come back until he can control his bowel movements. Do YOU want to go out dining and be exposed to somebody shitting themselves next to you? Or even better, get seated in a chair that has shit on it, by the staff that is aware of that fact? WTF!!!!????
That right there really made me certain that there is no way in hell I am ever returning to this place. Ever. That was so wrong, disrespectful and low to leave that chair out for us girls and guests to sit on. And no, I am no longer embarrassed that I sat down on it, I actually was for a second, wasn't sure if I was going to write about it or not........ BUT I didn't know about what had happened to that chair and I didn't do anything wrong, other girls sat on it too that day.
The people responsible for this happening should be ashamed. I cleaned myself off and I am still alive. It's in the past now.
Besides that, I am in Vegas - the sun is shining. I have people to see and things to do.
Life is good. :-)