I want to thank everyone for participating the 'most journal entries ever!' contest. I slaughtered the competition, topping out at a whopping 431 journal entries and about 29 pages. I rule!
So now... I have a lesson. A true story.
How to be a stripper for a day 101 - part 1
When I got laid off a few months ago, I needed a job. Until I got back on my feet and got a real job, I figured I may was well shake some titties in the meantime. I did some research and found that Philly has these 4 basic types of strip clubs:
1. Gown: An upscale club where the girls start off wearing gowns. They charges a nice big fat cover, but have nice things like feature dancers... and buffets.
2. Bikini: Usually a sports bar, the girls can wear full tops and bottoms... by full I mean string bikinis.
3. Nude: The girls are all nude and the guys can B.Y.O.B, but they close later than other strips clubs and charge a pricey cover.
4. Topless: Full frontal topless nudity, but some have nipple pasties accompanied by butt floss bottoms.
For me... Type 1 was out of the question, I have too many tattoos, and so was type 2, me and sports are a no-go... what I was looking for a dive punk rock strip club, and the closest it came to was show n' tel, located right down the street from me in south philly and because I read reviews that 'anything goes'. I called the # in the phonebook, and the man on the other side said show up at the club at 9 on wednesday for audition.
Show n' Tel is located in a HUGE concrete building, and it looks shady as hell with LIVE GO-GO DANCERS painted in pink on the front and side. It was raining, so I ran wearing 7 inch heels and about a foot squared of spandex. I plowed through double doors ran right into porn shop. WTF? I walked up to the cashier and I told him I was auditioning, and without saying a word, he led me to the back dressing room.
A mile of cabaret mirrors, track lighting, and enough seats to sit 2 dozen dancers... this was the most pimpin dressing room i had ever seen. Each girl even had her own locker and cubby hole. The strip club I worked at briefly before had a closet with a vanity for a dressing room, and a rusty spinning brass pole impaled on a 4 by 4 foot stage stained with the tangy smell of ripe pussy.
Pretty girls soon started filing in and getting dressed... urban girls, hippies, asians with big ass titties. A big italian guy with a clipboard and a shirt that says BOSS comes in and yells "Where are all the ho's at???"
Wait a minute... Did he just call me a ho??
"You" he says as he points at me. Eep. "Are you here to audition?" I nod. "You'll be going on with 2 other girls to audition in a minute, follow me".
Hey! Apparently SG journals have a space limit and mine is up... stay tuned for part 2.
So now... I have a lesson. A true story.
How to be a stripper for a day 101 - part 1
When I got laid off a few months ago, I needed a job. Until I got back on my feet and got a real job, I figured I may was well shake some titties in the meantime. I did some research and found that Philly has these 4 basic types of strip clubs:
1. Gown: An upscale club where the girls start off wearing gowns. They charges a nice big fat cover, but have nice things like feature dancers... and buffets.
2. Bikini: Usually a sports bar, the girls can wear full tops and bottoms... by full I mean string bikinis.
3. Nude: The girls are all nude and the guys can B.Y.O.B, but they close later than other strips clubs and charge a pricey cover.
4. Topless: Full frontal topless nudity, but some have nipple pasties accompanied by butt floss bottoms.
For me... Type 1 was out of the question, I have too many tattoos, and so was type 2, me and sports are a no-go... what I was looking for a dive punk rock strip club, and the closest it came to was show n' tel, located right down the street from me in south philly and because I read reviews that 'anything goes'. I called the # in the phonebook, and the man on the other side said show up at the club at 9 on wednesday for audition.
Show n' Tel is located in a HUGE concrete building, and it looks shady as hell with LIVE GO-GO DANCERS painted in pink on the front and side. It was raining, so I ran wearing 7 inch heels and about a foot squared of spandex. I plowed through double doors ran right into porn shop. WTF? I walked up to the cashier and I told him I was auditioning, and without saying a word, he led me to the back dressing room.
A mile of cabaret mirrors, track lighting, and enough seats to sit 2 dozen dancers... this was the most pimpin dressing room i had ever seen. Each girl even had her own locker and cubby hole. The strip club I worked at briefly before had a closet with a vanity for a dressing room, and a rusty spinning brass pole impaled on a 4 by 4 foot stage stained with the tangy smell of ripe pussy.
Pretty girls soon started filing in and getting dressed... urban girls, hippies, asians with big ass titties. A big italian guy with a clipboard and a shirt that says BOSS comes in and yells "Where are all the ho's at???"
Wait a minute... Did he just call me a ho??
"You" he says as he points at me. Eep. "Are you here to audition?" I nod. "You'll be going on with 2 other girls to audition in a minute, follow me".
Hey! Apparently SG journals have a space limit and mine is up... stay tuned for part 2.
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oh, also, can't wait for part 2 of your story...
kisses,
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