Week 3 already? February is around the corner.
Tuesday a friend came in with a nice surprise, several gifts. An upcycled one of a kind denim vest called "Wanderlust" made just for me, some books, a deck of mini card with naked ladies, a mini Hello Kitty purse and a pair of Anora panties.
I feel spoiled!
Friday we got another surprise at the club. Four new additions. Not welcome additions.
They did not speak English, or so they said. We are a NON touching club, something that was blatantly ignored by all of them. So us regular girls were not pleased. The manager wants them gone but the owner wants them (them = the four that she hired) to stay. We shall see how this situation will unfold. At this point it is not good.
Also we never have ten girls working. I have not seen more than seven and that is during busy season, which is summer. Seven is the max, all of a sudden having ten is ok. And all of a sudden behaviors that have gotten girls immediately fired in the past somehow became totally acceptable. Like allowing touching. Their attitudes were shitty, their music was shitty and their behavior was shitty. Go back to were you came from and do not come back.
My compliment of the week? Somebody thought I looked like art by Michelangelo. Yes I am the equivalent of a female statue of David. I don't think Michelangelo did Venus. I worked with a girl at Riverside that thought I looked like a statue. Perhaps I do?
Let me see if I can remember this week at work, week 2.
We had way too many girls on Wednesday, no room to move around in the dressing room which is small already. I could barely dance because my back was hurting still and I was very tired because I only got 3 hours of sleep the night before and had a super busy day on Wednesday. So I spent my night yawning, shivering from being cold and slowly shuffling around due to my back. Not a fun night.
I did not work on Thursday BUT there was some drama in the club. So this is what happened......what I heard happened.
One of the girls did $200 worth of lap dances. The guy paid her with Venmo. Then he was going to get more dances with another girl when it somehow was discovered that he had no money in his account, so the first girl did not even get paid. He then decided to leave the club without paying his bar tab, left his credit card behind so the bartender called the police. The police just so happened to have pulled him over for something, not sure what exactly, maybe a suspected DUI (?) and brought him back into the club to talk about the owed money for the dances and the bar tab. Somehow his girlfriend also joined him into coming to the club, I guess he must had called her when they pulled him over for the DUI. He would not admit to getting the dances and his girlfriend totally belived him and basically called the girls liars.
You know......all strippers lie and bla bla bla. That is until the bartender showed the police the video of the guy getting the dances.
The club records everything. Except inside the dressing room. That shut them up. I do not know the outcome of this little adventure yet because the bartender sent everybody home at some point, except the girl that was owed the $200. And I have not seen her since Wednesday. I really have no comments. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
Friday I can't really remember much from. A nice older man got dances at the beginning of my evening which I like, then I can just take a two hour nap afterwards (I wish). At the end of the night I helped one of the girls unfold all her dollar bills from her stages. She makes really good money on stage so it took a while.
One of my fans gave me this note. When I got home and read it I was like......Spanish?
Turns out he thought he wrote it in Swedish. Well.....no. Something about beautiful goddess and free foot rubs whenever I want. Dinner and lunch. I love everything spa related, massage, foot rub, facial - you name it. And I love food. A very sweet note and he (the author of the note) is super nice BUT I like my alone and quiet time when I am not at work.
Saturday three of us were scheduled - Tati, Fatima, Siren. It ended up being just me and Fatima, so the Tati & Fati show.
That means extra fun and crazy. I played interesting announcements for everybody.
Things like songs about eating cats and dogs, the pinworm song (it is great) and educational stuff about penis problems. It is hilarious to watch people's reactions to that stuff. We went on stage kind of like whenever we wanted, very relaxed which I prefer over the militant rigid style when all of us are there and the "rules" are followed. The only rules that should always be followed are the touching rules in my opinion, everything else is not as important. It is a strip club not a court house.
I brought in sumo mandarins, happy they are back in season. Discovered them in the grocery store last Monday.
I don't know why but this week I got showered with compliments. Almost to the point of making me feel embarrassed. We all get compliments at work but people were extra appreciative this week. Must be the new year.
The older man Friday called me a perfect goddess. Last night a group of four women came in and they were loud and fun. They would not stop talking about how beautiful they thought I was (I was like ????). One of them loudly declared, while I was on stage that she wanted to suck my big toe and lick my butthole. Sure, when!? It was like a comedy show. They yelled at the men to give us more money. The men looked nervous and bewildered. It was great.
A guy told me (twice) that he thought I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Then at the very end of the night a woman I never seen before came in with a guy. Turned out she is a bartender at some bar in Long Beach WA. She looked at me and then came up and asked how old I am. And then she said that last week Saturday a group of guys came in to the bar while she was bartending and would not stop talking about one girl at the club. She said they kept going on and on about what turned out to be me......that I was the prettiest by far even though the other girls were younger. She was like, they would not stop talking about you and that she got kind of annoyed at having to listen to them go on and on about me and then she added that she had to say that they were right. Awwwww......
I don't know what to say. It must be the new year. In my opinion I look tired and stressed. I am not taking care of myself lately because of stress.
In Sweden we have a system on how to count the weeks in a year. There are 52 weeks in a year, each week in Sweden goes from Monday until Sunday. Today is Sunday January 5, so it is week 1.
My plan for the blog in 2025 (let's see if I can keep up with this plan.....do not hold me to my word) is to recap each work week in da strip club with some descriptions. It will be repetitive, simply because it is. So let's start now - week 1 2025.
This week I was scheduled Friday and Saturday. I injured my back at some point during the week which resulted in me having to roll/crawl out of bed for several days. I could barely get in and out of the car. Waddled when walking. Bend down? Forget it. Therefore I called out Friday, there was no way I could had worked with almost no mobility and pain too.
So I go in Saturday. It was just me and Siren. We get along great. She is kind of crazy but in a fun way. Not much happened. It was slow. I talked to the regulars. Discussed politics with the bartender. A man that had never been to the club before decided to join us. He did not want to spend the rainy Saturday evening all by himself and decided to check us out. He was nice and generous and stated that I was simply amazing. Yes Thank You I know. My back was still not all the way healed, I noticed that while on stage. I could do about 75 % of my boring and repetitive stage routine. So it was extra boring last night. I felt lazy, so no make up (like when I say no make up that means absolutely bare faced). I kind of don't care anymore but I do muster up an effort once in a while. One guy wanted some dances at the end of the night, he usually gets dances from me. I said I only had time for one, he said he wanted at least two.
I told him to come back another time. I just wanted to go hoooooooome. I start wanting to go home the minute I arrive. We closed at 1.
As always, I was happy that it was over.
I feel like I need to learn the people around here some useful Swedish words.
