Welcome to Chaos !!

Back at McDonald's! I don't think I have visited McDonald's this much in the last five years combined as I have this week. Last day here, just thinking about that I get to go home tomorrow gives me a happy feeling in my belly. Yesterday when I arrived at work I felt cranky and so over all of this. Plus like every other night this past week, there is absolutely NOTHING going on until after 8 or 9 pm, so you just sit around and play on your phone. I take pictures of myself when I am bored, you would take pictures of yourself too if you were me.
So last night, here I am in the dressing room. This was my attitude, basically stay away and fuck off. Do not approach me unless you have $ 100 in your hand and do not speak to me at all, I am tired of attempting to carry on a conversation with morons.



But I ended up meeting some nice and fun people and I quickly cheered up and ended up having a pretty OK night. Many girls had a slow night but I had lots of energy because I knew that the end is near in this hell hole. This is what I had on. Yes, bathroom pics are kind of tacky I know this but it was the only place I found a mirror that I could have to myself, besides the mirror on stage.



Towards the end of the night I met two older guys (elderly, probably close to 70) and they were super nice. Steve and Larry from Nebraska. They thought I was just such a nice girl and a sweetheart and poor Larry almost started crying because he told me he is worried about us girls, worried that something bad is going to happen to us because there are bad people out there. I assured Larry that I am going to be fine and that I take good care about myself.
I almost started crying too. I do meet some really nice people now and then.
I mean, look at this innocent face. Does it look like I get in trouble? Never!





And at the very end a fight broke out in between some girls, it got pretty ugly. I felt bad for one of them, so I stayed with her while she gathered all her belongings. She was pretty shaken up and upset and I would had been too. If any girl at work would ever dare lay a finger on me, I would call the cops. Absolutely. Then I would see her in court. This club is very poorly managed, I would say it is barely managed at all. They allow any kind of trashy ghetto riff raff to work here and that sets the mood in the club. The other night some girls closed a door that is supposed to be open at all times and put a chair under the door handle to jam the door shut. What was going on behind that door, this is in the lap dance area, I can only imagine. Since I have nothing to hide when I do lap dances I welcome security to walk by and take a peek into the lap dance area, look all you want. You will NEVER catch me doing something bad. There are so many girls here loudly complaining about the dj and security walking by the lap dance are and "interfering" with their dirty business, they started doing this the other night after the incident with the chair. One more night!

Two more nights at the club! Yes, I see the light! Last night was the worst of all here so far, so I have faith that it can't get worse than last night from now on. Again, some guy walked by me when I was standing around and grabbed my butt. I punched him in the shoulder and then I managed to place a kick in his ass. While balancing on one 7" stiletto heel, now that's talent! Then I walked up to him and his group, five of them, and told him that I think he is disrespectful, should keep his damned hands to himself and that I did not appreciate him doing that. One of his buddies started yelling at me and told me that it is my own fault because this is what I promote. Aha, I see. So if a woman is on a beach in a bikini it is absolutely OK to just grab a hold of whichever of her body parts that you want since she is in a bikini and thus is promoting a free for all grabbing? I got so upset last night I had to take a moment to myself upstairs, breathe and fight back the tears. Let me clarify something for all of you confused guys out there. EVEN in a strip club, I do not promote for any kind of inappropriate grabbing. One day you might grab the wrong person and there will be some dire consequences for you. One more girl went off on a moron last night for grabbing her behind. It's the girl from Denver, the cute one that has looked at my blog. She too has some form of self worth, stands up for herself and I noticed that she doesn't crawl all over the guys when she is on stage either. Next guy that grabs me is going to get a fist in his face. Or I will kick him in his balls and then say that this is what he was promoting, since he happens to be in a strip club. I can't help that I gave you a donkey kick in your balls buddy, you were PROMOTING it! Sorry!
14 more hours in the club. I am not the only girl that can't wait until the adventure in this hell hole is over. These are the two stages. Here is the more normal looking stage.



And this one I call the "square of torture."



While I was on the square of torture last night, some guy came up, sat down and then said that he reads my blog. I have never met him before, he found it while looking up information about Williston. There are a lot of people that find my blog that way.

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 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!

I have woken up early, way too early for me, two days in a row now because a person that is present in my life is causing me problems and because of that I have a bad feeling in my stomach, so I feel sad and stressed out and that affects my sleep. I can't wait until this person is gone from my life, some people are toxic and bad. This person is just that. I don't know how some people can live with themselves deliberately causing problems for others. I could not live my life like that. So I am stressed out right now and have a hard time relaxing and feeling happy. 😥

It's Tuesday and I am counting down the days until I can leave this place and go home. I miss home and I miss Chhaya. I am THIS close to start bawling at McDonald's where I am sitting writing this right now because I am homesick, tired and SAD.
Typical my luck, this year is like the worst ever for the amount of pheasants that are out and about in the fields here. The numbers are very low. Of course the owner of the club failed to mention this important detail to me when I made the arrangements with him to come here. So the girls that are driving in from closer by towns like Sioux Falls and Denver to work here, can just go back to where they came from if it's bad here. It's a bit more complicated if you travel from far to get here, like I did. The last two nights have been very slow at work.
Even the guys at the club say that they have NEVER seen it this dead. Like I said, TYPICAL.
Last year when I worked in a town about 30 miles from here, Dallas, I also listened to the owner that promised me some stuff that never happened. So making money the last two nights has been like pulling teeth. And the owner asked the house mom to ask me if I could stay longer because next week some really rich guys are supposedly coming in and they would love for me to stay. No thank you. I don't care. And just because they are rich doesn't mean that they will spend any money, Plus I don't do certain things here that most of the other girls do and put up with. Besides the usual compliments the other thing I hear here is, WHY ARE YOU HERE? You don't fit in. You are too classy/nice for this place. I have already lost count of how many times I have heard this. So five more nights left. YEAY!

To describe a bit better so you understand how some girls are acting here. One of my trailer mates aka the hood rat is on her phone all day long, loudly trowing around the N word, she says "NIGGA" and I'm just quoting her. She can't wait to get back home and fuck her nigga. Yup, that is what she says. And to top it off, my new trailer mate that arrived the other night, was born in Sudan. She is offended by this girls use of the N word in her presence, she told me that she doesn't speak like that at all. I call her African Princess because she is very pretty. I have been taking her around because she doesn't have a car. And last night when we left work she told me that at the club she works at in Sioux Falls she sometimes gets called the
N word by the guys. One guy said that he was going to tell management to turn up the lights because she is so dark that he couldn't see her. She is dark, she looks Sudanese and I think she is beautiful. Anyways, she said that if this hood rat at the trailer keeps on using that word she is going to tell her to shut up or else. By the way the hood rat is white. She definitely should stay in the trailer because she belongs there. Last night she was walking around the club in socks and sandals. Classy! Very white trash trailer fashion.

I have also negotiated down the price for my trailer experience from $ 40 to $ 30. So next time you have some form of a business transaction to make, contact me first so I can negotiate for you!

I woke up early today because the club closed at midnight last night, some South Dakota law. So I want to start this entry off by talking about the assholes that feed on group mentality. Meaning, feeling like a tough bad boy in a group setting but transforms into a shivering wimp when alone.
Me on the other hand, super confident alone and in a group. How do you like THAT?
So yes, I have noticed that many assholes operate in a group setting so they can feel support from each other. Some immature guys sat around my stage Saturday night, one of them stuffed $6 in his belt thinking that I would just happily dive in between his legs head first
(aka crotch dive) and fish those bills up with my mouth. No not me, I ignored him completely, pretending that I didn't see the money until his friends had to point out to me that there were actually six whole dollars in the guys crotch, wow a small fortune! A collective guffaw broke out amongst them.....HAR HAR HAR! Well, same here like the other club I worked at in South Dakota (Frank Day's in Dallas), girls will get off the stage to straddle the guys, some do upside down flips on them and put their asses in the guys faces, they lean forward to do the boob shake or rub their boobs in the guys faces, take money with their mouth....etc. I don't do that. What is the incentive of getting a lap dance if you can fork up a few bucks and some girl is going to crawl up in your lap off the stage? I don't see the point in that. Bad for business ladies, smarten up! And taking money with your mouth, I have already written about that......basically, NO I'm not doing that. So you can sit there with the dollars in your belt or mouth and look stupid.
Then there are the butt grabbers, sticking out a hand and copping a feel when I walk by or when I stand around alone or talk to somebody else. Then they pretend they didn't do it. I just smack them, either with my towel, a swift smack with it across their body or I punch them in the arm. What, you don't like that? Well, guess what I don't like what you just did either.
Keep your grabby hands to yourself. It's not funny and yes, I know that there are girls in the club that pretend they think it's fun. But its not. I already informed the house mom that I won't tolerate such grabbing and that I will smack guys (not in the face, I would only do that if somebody actually tried to hurt me) if they step out of line and she totally agreed that I should. One guy wondered why I swatted his poor buddy with a towel and I said because he grabbed me and I'm going to stand up for myself. He said that he gets that at home from his wife, why would he want that here? Excuse me???? How lame and pathetic. Sometimes I wonder if some of them would even act the way they do if the wife or girlfriend was present. That "boys will be boys" mentality does not fly with me. It is sexist, outdated and totally lame. If you have that mentality you deserve to end up with some shrewd money hungry bitch that will take you for a ride and leave you an x amount of years later with her keeping the house, more than half of your money, savings and an alimony payment coming out of your pocket just for putting up with your shit for all those years. Grow up and be a real man. And learn some manners and respect. Like a REAL man.
Having said that....most of the men and boys I've met here so far have behaved fairly well.
I only smacked four so far.

Besides that I got a new trailer mate last night. She was born in Sudan and seems nice. I don't know why girls would come this far out in the middle of nowhere without having a vehicle.....This new trailer mate and the hood rat (my other trailer mate) both don't have cars. The other hood rat is in the hospital......I guess she has diabetes (I don't know if that is the real reason for her being in the hospital but whatever). I need a car so I can get around during the day and get back and forth to work. I would be miserable if I had to stay cooped up in some motel or trailer relying on rides or taxis.

So this morning I found a bakery. Got a pastry but no coffee, they only had a cappuccino machine. The older man working there apprehended me outside and told me that he thought I was pretty as a picture and look like a porcelain doll. Never heard the porcelain doll before.