The first thing I saw when I sat down on the couch waiting to get on stage was the Swedish girl
I got to know a little last Saturday. Some guy was touching her boobs and sucking on them. WTF? Really? You need to do all that for $ 20 out on the floor? I sure wonder what she allows to happen upstairs in the "Champagne Room" or VIP or whatever you want to call it. It's $ 630 or something like that for 50 minutes of "fun". When I saw that I got disappointed, she seemed so cool and she mentioned to me that she is tempted to quit dancing because of her new boyfriend. That it feels wrong to get touched by different guys since she is into her boyfriend now. I would feel really WEIRD and wrong too if a bunch of people would be sucking on my boobs every time I would be at work. GROSS! Then some guy told me he used to date a dancer and that it ended because he couldn't deal with that she would give bj's in the VIP. Whaaaaat? And he said he wasn't going to go upstairs with me because a bj for $ 600 plus was out of his price range, although tempting.
I looked at him in disbelief. First of all I clarified to him that I don't EVER do anything remotely close to a bj at work, no matter how much money might be involved. And then I told him that his ex girlfriend definitely was taking things way too far and beyond dancing/stripping. A bj should NEVER happen in a strip club. Sorry. That is nasty! I am so happy to be out of there and that I am going home later today. I am very homesick. All I want to do is read and watch movies and cuddle with my Chhaya. In my own comfy bed.
Here are some pics from the bar stage. On that one we have to be in a matching top and bottom, the bra has to be triangle cut. There is usually nobody paying any attention to you at the bar stage, so I could sneak in a few pics.


And the me and my never ending self portraits.


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