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Conversing With an Ex-Stripper pt fini


My conversation with Hunny continued and we refilled the pipe, me scrawling down notes as fast as she could recall the details of that time in her life. Working at different clubs gave her knowledge on how to bump up the dance/performance income with a small amount of marketing tweaks. She made sure to tip her support people within the club. Hunny said it was a necessity to tip the DJ playing tunes (some joints only had coin operated jukeboxes, but in a way, feeding a jukebox is like tipping it). DJs kept the songs on for your set and good music is an important asset to keeping an act alluring. She also tipped bartenders, waitstaff and security. This close knit group of people working in the club kept a dancer going; those who got her food between sets, made sure the liquor flowed when she needed it and protected her from any of the strangeness that may exist out there in the den of onlookers. Some DJs could be paid to keep a select song so no other dancer snatched it up that evening/shift. A girl wouldn’t want to be all prepared to go onstage and dance to Joe Cocker’s “You Can Leave Your Hat On“, and find out someone just did a routine with it. That would be like re-singing a song at a talent competition.

Songs and moves, catchy costumes and a certain, simple visual appeal or fetish, may be the thing to put extra money in the pocket on any given night. Hunny kept a back-up costume to change into, just in case a select, high tipping client walked in the door that preferred a certain look to his eye candy sessions at the club. Her normal attire was a funky, heavy metal looking outfit, but she kept a softer costume on-hand that sported a garter with her name emblazoned on it. Success in getting a good bank that night might depend on reading the crowd and knowing how to adjust your performance, how to dress for the occasion.

I asked her what her most unusual, most outstanding thing she did on stage was, and Hunny told me she had a routine where she would take a dollar bill and roll it it up tight, like making a coke straw out of it-but tighter. Her nipples are pierced so she would slip the rolled up dollar through her nipple, wind it up like an airplane propeller and let it go. Now I really wanted to see this because it sounded like one of those sights to behold-but I couldn’t lose focus. I was here for the interview, not for a show…although I might have to call her up on that one later, because it sounds too eye insanely cool. Next I wanted to know about the most unusual show stopper she saw being performed. Without hesitation she told me of a girl who would open her legs and place a length-wise folded dollar bill on her crotch, and puff the thing into the air. The appearance was that the strength of a queef was blowing it in the air, but Hunny informed me it was a trick and the girl actually puffed air from her mouth down along her belly to her vagina and that would generate enough push to put the dollar in the air…made it look like it was being airborne from a pussy fart.

I eventually learned the thing thing which caused her to go into stripping was the thing that drew her out of it; anxiety. Like a lot of us (myself included), Hunny suffers from anxiety and depression and worked through a period of searching out a better tomorrow for herself. We are all prone to looking and trying different things, and certain paths actually do work out for people for short periods at various points in their life. Stripping was just what she needed at that moment to get through a rough patch of coping in the world, and she moved on and now is in a different world, a different environment. Yet to know who this person is in the flesh and blood world out there, some might pre-judge Hunny and use it against her.

We all get on with our lives and leave a hundred personas behind, a variety of things we were once involved in. I will end this sermon and interview, folks, noting that we all walk down myriad paths throughout our lives, and we should savor the variety. For those who’ve never been in a strip club, they are like everything else which is unknown to you. We all fear the unknown and hate stems from fear-go face the foe once and see what you think…don’t pass judgement on everyone working at a club until you’ve experienced it yourself. You might find it vile, you might find it more harmless that you had thought…but at least, you will have sought the truth in person. You will judge on what you see, rather than what you are being told, which is becoming alarmingly more important now days.

..and when you do go into a club, be prudent with your money.


Conversing With an Ex-Stripper pt. 2


The ‘lot closer’ reference Hunny made left no doubt she was talking about full on penetration from a club patron. I’ve been to clubs and bachelor parties where this went on, but didn’t think it was governed under some rule of law, so much as an individual’s own ethics. Some will take the jump, others won’t. Again, judgement on letting a guy finger bang you in the dark part of the bar, or screw you in a small little room where they pay top dollar to get back there, is meant for some other blog post…probably from some other blogger.

Hunny didn’t go for the ‘lot closer’ scene; she only wanted to make enough cash to go out after work drinking with her friends. She wasn’t an ‘all about the hustle’ girl either, so she never really worked too hard at making club money. Just enough to party and pay some bills. All girls will set their limit based on how much they want to work, how much money they need to take home. If you’re a party girl, you’ll make your set bank and leave, if you can. If you can make enough cash to go out and have a good time, then that’s what you’ll do. Party girls are just one type who work in clubs. We paired it down to a nomenclature of five different groups of girls at any club she worked in: party girls, desperate single moms, girls who are all about the hustle, pole girls and junkies. Hunny was a party girl, which I’ve been describing. Desperate single moms is a pretty self explanatory moniker. Pole girls are those gymnast types who would rather be in Cirque Du Soleil, but do strip clubs as a compromise. Pole girls usually just want to perfect their craft in a club long enough to get over some financial hump, or perfect some routine, then they will move on.

My personal opinion is, the most dangerous girls in a bar fall into those last two categories; all about the hustle girls and junkies. Either of these two will give the nastiest, most x-rated performances, but make you pay the most-in more ways than one. AATH girls (all about the hustle) will seduce the money right out of a man’s wallet who isn’t careful, like some sexual siren. These type are more apt to pull a cutthroat stunt on the other girls at a club, like walking in on a regular customer to wedge a lap dance out of him first, or the worst, undercutting another girl’s price for a dance. Undercutting is unforgivable and if turned in to management, usually gets a dancer tossed out of a job. A successful AATH girl will not have to go to that extreme, because they have honed their skill to be a grifting succubus who can seduce you with luring words…and eyes…and tits. They can make a factory worker feel like he’s king of the world, until the money train runs dry, or a bigger tipper comes along. They play their audiences for top dollar and have a much higher bar of financial demands than the other type performers.

Last comes the junkie, who seems most similar to an AATH girl, but has her bar of financial expectation set to the price of her high. Like junkies of any sort, money needs are set pretty basic as far as clothing, food, shelter, etc., in comparison to the finances they’ll have on hand for drugs…drugs and liquor, usually, because they go so well together. Who wouldn’t drink in a place where they serve alcohol and solicit naked bodies shows? The temptation would be next to impossible to escape.

Now Hunny was certainly up to making quick money, if she saw an opportunity where she didn’t have to work that hard. Clubs next to airports and industrial areas seemed to be good cash cows for her. She’d be at a good locale and eventually, some new girl would come in and give a job lead on a ‘better’ deal; some club down the road where guys were throwing it away, or a good place for establishing regulars. Regulars are a boon for dancers. Hunny could always have a good tip night when a bunch of drunk frat boys came in to whoop it up, or a gaggle of men on a bachelor party hit the strip joints, but frat boys and bachelor parties aren’t always happening. They weren’t like a regular, who was there time and time again to throw out money. Establishing regulars meant a more stable income to rely on. Plus, from the different little stories she told me, her regulars were more apt to give her little gifts, bring her food or take her out on a platonic date. Regulars were there for something more than just the sex aspect. They were there for an ear to bend, for someone to listen to them. A cheap psychiatrist who would spread their legs and let you look.


Conversing With an Ex-Stripper – pt. 1


There are three types of people I just can’t enjoy engaging in conversation; extremists, racists and Juggalos. Everyone else is pretty much fair game to start up dialogue with.

One rule I learned from writing this blog going on six years now, is that whenever possible, it’s beneficial to get your information straight from a source directly associated with what you’re writing about. This isn’t always possible, but if given the opportunity, jump on it, because it will be very beneficial. Different preconceived ideas you might have about a group of people…various social class tribes bundled out there in the Great Amerika; some times, I expose my ideas as superstitions I held onto, or bad influence from the words of others that harbored hate and prejudice. Meeting with someone educates me and helps me discern between what I’m being told and what I’m seeing. These two things don’t always correlate.

I’ve been wanting to sit down and pick the brain of a woman who was a stripper for some time now. Outside of going inside a club, my chances of running into a dancer were slim to none, so, when I did run across someone who was articulate enough, and had been a stripper, I was beaming. This was perfect timing; this would break me away from the nightmare we are living in, away for a bit, from listening and watching images of the Crimson King as he broods around his emptying palace. I needed therapeutic human conversation to remind me that there is more to life than the drool they post online which covers us all in paranoia.

I know that a lot of individuals have their own experiences with being in that profession, or know someone who is, or once dated someone who did, and every one of us will have our own perception on the type of individual(s) a stripper is. This journal of my conversation with a girl I will call Hunny documents the questions that were on my mind, and her perception of the (as she puts it) surreal world of strip clubs. She has a pretty savvy mind, so I knew she would be able to convey certain aspects of the strip club business that typically can go unnoticed. Hunny had worked in dozens of clubs so that would seem to give her a broad analysis of the club scene…and why did she work in so many clubs in such a short amount of time? That could be another question I add to my list, but first, we both needed to get sufficiently baked and I had to break out my old school note taking gear. I prefer to write my notes on a pad of paper rather than using recordings for reference. By writing my notes as it happens, I can put in annotations to help convey what I’m learning. It also gives me something to do when I am sufficiently baked. One last detail was to get placed in an environment where I could sit and listen and not be distracted by outside influence. I had tried before to talk to girls in a club, but they’re in a club to make money, not to talk to some inquisitive ass, like me. Hunny had me come to her house and we sat down and got high and talked.

She was somewhere around twenty-three to twenty-five years old when she decided to start working at a club as a stripper. A friend of hers had suggested it to her a few times and with her feeling that she wasn’t cutting it in the nine to five world, Hunny thought this might work out for her. She told me at that age, she was a party girl (as youth persuades so many of us into being, at that period of our lives) and club money seemed like a great way to support going out and still having money to keep a roof. Some girls can make the jump and some girls will, some girls won’t. Hunny made the jump and started dancing in clubs-dancing and doing ‘sets’. That was one of the first things she made sure I mention; There is a distinction between a ‘dance’ and a ‘set’. A set can include a couple three minute minimum songs, or one three minute song and a long playing song, like Paradise by the Dashboard Light, that old Meat Loaf classic…Meat Loaf……she told me that one and I about spit up laughing, trying to picture how detailed a routine a girl would have to dream up to last out that tune. The highs and the lows…now that, would be showmanship. A ‘dance’ was a lap dance, a one on one performance, a close up and personal thing.

I remember Hunny telling me she stuck to working at clubs where the six inch law was in place. The six inch law means girls can be totally nude, but patrons have to stay a distance of at least six inches away from a performer. Other clubs were governed by laws which said the girls had to wear a long gown or some kind of material rather than being totally nude, but men could get closer than six inches…a lot closer.


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