Ok I promised a friend I'd write a blog about the fact that I was a stripper in Las Vegas once. Yes, it's true, from 1999 to 2001, so I was 29-31, can you believe it? By this time, I had both my Bachelor's and my Master's degrees. So, you guys who go to strip clubs and the girls tell you stuff like that, it ain't *always* bullshit!!! Keep that in mind. Anyways, my whole family, besides my sis, thinks I was a server at a casino, just to keep the peace. How on-the-edge, you might think; how risque! How trashy! Whatever you think, now you'll get the low-down from someone who's been there and who is actually a normal girl, just like anybody else! So here's the story:
I actually started out in Orlando, Florida, at a place called Rachel's. Now just like any strip club, they had "extra" services that I was never involved in, and I was never one of those girls that went in all hopped up on something every night, nor did I sit and drink my money away at the bar. I I was there to make ends meet and to have fun. I figured if I wanted to pack 200 calories or more onto the ass I was shakin' for a living I'd rather grab a candy bar than drink, lol! Waaaay cheaper!!! Anyways, dances were $10 at Rachel's, and I usually made a good $200-300 a night easy, but I only worked Friday and Saturday. I mostly sat at a table and hoped someone would come talk to me because I was actually shy!
Then one summer a girlfriend (stripper) of mine who was orginally from California talked me into going to Vegas. She said business was way better out there. I was in the middle of my first attempt at a Ph.D., but at this time in my life I was pretty broke (long story), so I decided to go. So once again, guys, not all strippers are idiots!!! In fact, most of them are really nice girls: single moms, girls going to college and paying for it themselves. There are *very few* true fuck ups in that career believe it or not! So anyways, I got in my car and 48 hours later, I was there with all of $35.00 left. I had saved that because that's how much it cost to buy an Entertainer's License, according to my friend, but the only reason I had that much is because I cashed a bad check at Walmart on the way to get it; I know, I know..I paid it back the next day!!! Anyways, I had been told Cheetah's was the place so I went there and they gave me the best shift 9p-3a. I was lucky, if they don't like you (ummm if you're ugly), they give you the day shift which sux! I went and got my license and hung out in my car, which was on empty, because i had no money to get a room til 9:00p and went to work. Dances were $20.00 there and VIP was $100.00. It was a Friday night, I stayed until 4:00am and I made $600.00!!!!! Thank god because now I could rent a hotel and buy food and gas!
I stayed for three years and worked in a couple other clubs, it was common for girls to move around when they got bored: Club Paradise, Spearmint Rhino, and Jaguars. It was fun in a way. Getting all cute and flaunting around teasing the hell outta guys and seeing how much money you could get outta them. Cause they *always* had more than they said!!!! My best night was over $4k. That happened *once*! And only because a friend and I got this one dude so drunk he didn't know which way was up, lol. But I usually came in at about $500 to $1k depending on whether it was convention season or not (ummm and YES, I friggin' paid my taxes!!!). Plus, I only worked Thursday-Saturday and took the rest of the week off. God I played so much Everquest there! LOL My day began at noon, I went to the gym, I either got my nails done, a massage, went to the chiropractor, or got my hair done, ate at the finest restaurants and lived in a kik ass apartment. Then at 9p I'd go to work if it was R-Sa. If not, I'd stay up and play Everquest til I got tired....
The worst part about that job, is the guys absolutely don't respect you. You're a stripper for god's sake! Why should they?!?! But it was hard. Some of things people would say to you was really hard to take sometimes. AND everybody thought you were really just a hooker, so it was a constant battle to keep from getting mauled, and you were always having to tell guys to buzz off cause they just wouldn't get it. Don't get me wrong..there *were* hookers there, I just wasn't one of them. So it was an honest mistake really, but it was annoying when they wouldn't believe that not *everyone* was a hooker. Seriously, just because you dance for a living *does not* automatically mean you date your customers or screw your customers or whatever else people think strippers do with their customers. There are those girls who *do*, but it is not a requirement nor even a desirable aspect of the job. In fact even in Vegas, a dancer can and will get arrested for stuff like that eventhough prostitution is legal out there. Most people don't understand that strippers and prostitutes are two separate career fields, lol. You have to have a special license to be a prostitute and then you *must* live on the chicken ranches to ply your trade, or it is illegal. So just because I was a stripper does not mean that I was a whore; although, that is the misperception among most people. Most people will rationalize and say, oh well any girl that would do that for a living *is* a whore whether she screws the guys or not. Well, you know that is a matter of opinion, and opinions are just like assholes, everyone has them! I personally feel like if you're just dancing, it's not whorish, and I think that the women who think it is are just jealous because they're either too fat and priggish to do it themselves or too repressed and scared. I also think that the men who treat strippers, or any woman, like whores are selfish, misogynistic bastards who try to make women feel small so they can feel big. That's what I think.
Regardless, I do miss the fun parts some days, but never the bad stuff. Like I miss wearing my favorite out fit: black, knee high, leather boots that laced up the front (yes I had to lace them all), black, leather shorty shorts, and a black leather vest that just hit me under the boobs and laced up the front. I miss dancing to the music, I miss the money, I miss the sweet schedule, and I miss feeling beautiful.
Anyways, all I have to say is Viva Las Vegas, baby!
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