Running From Grace

When I first started dancing, I always admired the girls who could do the extreme pole tricks. Their agility was truly admirable and I never thought I would ever have the strength to keep up with them. Until now. It took me years but now I can confidently say I am one of those girls that can defy gravity. It all started with a move I tried on a spinning pole, a move that involved hooking my right leg around the pole and falling forward. For the first few months, I couldn’t do this without the help of my arms. Slowly and steadily I began to let go. The first time I did it with only my leg touching the pole, I felt absolutely amazing. Like I had accomplished an amazing feat. And the secret to my success wasn’t added muscle nor was it increased flexibility. It was sweat. That’s right… sweat. Apparently a little moisture on your skin helps out tremendously when you are learning how to do tricks. I had no idea this worked! Eventually, I did this move so many times that a callous began to develop on the back of my knee and now I can do the spin no matter what temperature my body is. If stripping were a “real job”, I would be getting a bonus for this!

So sweat is trick number one. The second trick I learned is to wear boots. No matter how easy a girl makes it look, climbing the pole is incredibly difficult. It is smooth, slippery, and alot of them tend to spin very very fast. Having upper body strength is key but you can take the easy way out like me and cover your calves with patent leather. This gives your arms a break when you are climbing because the boots stick to the pole, allowing your lower body to do some of the work as well. The pole at my club is huge and I love climbing all the way to the top. When I get up there, I swing my legs forward, catch with my dilapidated, calloused right knee, and spin all the way to the floor upside down and hands free. It looks HOT. And it fucking hurts. I am probably doing irrevocable damage to my leg but that’s what vitamins are for. Also, don’t forget to tip if you see a really cool trick. For most girls, it takes lots of practice to get that good and it always feels nice to know your hard work is appreciated.

I am debating on having one of the dancers take pictures of me doing some tricks.

At the moment, life is very good. I just got back from a mini-vacation I took all by myself and I have to say I am feeling pretty relaxed. I flew to a state very far away, spent time on the beach, did some sight-seeing, and shopped my hot little ass off. Now that is what I call a good time. In amongst all the fun, the real reason for me going there was because I had a job interview. Often times, I get in these moods when I am done with the strip club world and I just want to have a normal life. I would love to tell someone about my work day or vent about an idiot co-worker. Instead, I have to keep secrets and lie to people I care about. This has become incredibly exhausting and depressing over the years. Maybe if I didn’t distance myself from all my friends, I wouldn’t be going on vacation alone. In all actuality, it was the best few days I have had in a while. I love not talking to anyone. I love doing what I want when I want to do it. I love people watching. I am pretty sure one can not understand this unless they have worked in a strip club and they say the same thing over and over again night in and night out. What’s your name? What do you do? Where are you from? Silence is golden. And quite frankly, I do not give a shit what you do or where your from. Let’s go do a dance instead.

The job interview went well. For some reason, I have always been good at making stuff up off the top of my head. Stuff that makes me look good, atleast. Come to think of it, I have always gotten every job I have interviewed for so I am pretty confident in my skills. One thing that was totally weird was to see myself in real work clothes again. Black slacks. Button up blouse. Sweater. I hardly recognized the girl in the mirror. In order to counteract this feeling of alienation with my own body, I went to a dancer clothing store I passed on the way to the interview site and I tried on some clothing I did feel comfortable in. See below.

Asymmentrical Plunge Gown by Body Zone $44.99

At my club, while you are walking around, your ass has to be covered at all times. I tried this one on in black and absolutely loved the fit and the style. Body Zone really does make the best dancer clothing. I also bought a purple garter so I wouldn’t look like a vampire on stage (black hair, black dress, black shoes, black soul…). After this fun little shopping trip, I then went wild with my GPS and started finding clubs in the area. I had no intention of doing this while I was there, but I found myself punching in the addresses anyways and what I found was a total gold mine. The club I work at now is absolutely beautiful but it doesn’t compare to the ones in this area. Slowly and steadily, the thought of my awesome interview faded from memory and was taken over by the reality of how much money I could make dancing here. I completely blame the Body Zone dress for this relapse. I JUST HAD to look awesome in it.

In all actuality, I have no idea what life is going to throw my way. I’ve had my hurdles and my brick walls, but I have also had many doors of opportunity open right when I need them. I am so thankful I have a degree to fall back on as well as  the body and the mind to be successful in the strip club world. It’s kind of rare, really. I don’t have to worry about a child or a controlling boyfriend. I don’t have to wake up early, sit through boring meetings, or waste away at a desk all day. I am truly free and it feels amazing.

I love the club I work at. The male employees don’t attempt to get in my pants. The stage is huge and is equipped with a really nice light show. I am making more money there than I ever did in my entire life. And the dancers actually do their job and mind their business. I don’t think I could ask for anything more. Speaking of the dancers, about 95% of them are absolutely gorgeous and what I have noticed about the girls that work in city clubs is that they are very trendy. Some of the outfits and accessories they wear on stage are things I have never seen before or things I would’ve thought looked tacky underneath the rotating lights. Here are some examples.

Flower headband at www.shopmasons.com

Rhinestone jewelry at www.ureternity.com

Not an outfit or an accesory, but girls in city clubs have the best work I have ever seen. www.allwomenstalk.com

Sequins gowns at www.snaz75.com $157.99

Hair extensions at www.easygrooming.com

I’m not big with keeping up with the trends. If you haven’t noticed from my last post, I could care less what is considered “in”. But for alot of girls, having the most sparkles and the biggest boobs are top priority on their to do list. I like to wear things that are cute and sexy, but also functional. And by functional I mean can be removed easily. I do own a few flower head bands but I like to do fast spins on the pole. This could easily send my cute hair piece into the lap of some drunk idiot in the crowd so I’d rather save them for shopping trips or a lunch date with a friend. I have not tapped into the rhinestone jewelry craze but I love the way it looks on stage. Same with the sequined gowns. My club does not have black lights so the sparkles, as opposed to the glowing garters, thongs, arm bands, etc. , stand out more than anything. And because you are technically in competition with every girl there, having the edge is very important. Hair extensions are definitely my thing. I swear by the Euronext brand that is sold at Sally’s Beauty Supply. They are real human hair, easy to style, and you are able to unclip them at the end of the night as opposed to spending hundreds to have them glued directly into your hair (see picture above). And as far as boob jobs go, that is the one plastic surgery I would never get. Atleast not at this point in my life. Although silicone looks good from afar, alot of them feel hard and they lack that subtle movement that makes breasts sexy in the first place. I am not against anyone who has had the surgery done but I think it is important to find a top of the line surgeon who can make them look as realistic as possible. The city girls have access to these kinds of guys and they certainly have the money to spend on it. If not, their boyfriends or regulars certainly do. If anyone has seen other trends at their neighborhood club, please feel free to comment. I would love to hear how other girls rock out.

A couple of nights ago, I attended my first sex toy party ever. Often times, when people hear this, they think one word… orgy. As much as I would love to say I participated in an all-female-sex-a-thon, I did not. We sat around in a circle and watched the hostess demonstrate all of the products. There were pheromone enhanced bath bubbles, vanilla flavored lube, edible body shimmer, and just about every kind of vibrator known to (wo)man. Ever heard of the “Silky Stud”? How about the “Aquasaki”? Not only did I get my hands on all these things, but I also got a crash course in erotic massage and some wild sex positions. Oh, and I can’t forget to mention I won a prize for drawing the best looking penis with my eyes closed. Now there is something I can put on a resume someday. Basically sex toy parties are just silly fun for girls who are a little more on the adventurous side, which happens to be the only side I have. When the hostess brought The Rabbit out, I couldn’t help but grin. Next came The Mini Tongue, another stress reliever of mine. Half of the vibrator line-up was under my bed in a big tupperware bin and I felt like some kind of sex-crazed loner. Who needs a guy when you can just fire up the Hitachi Magic Wand? (I short circuited half of my apartment with this one a couple of months ago) Of course nothing compares to real sex… real GOOD sex. But because there are about a million things that can go wrong when fucking someone, I think it is important to have a “sure thing” sitting around just in case. I only ended up spending about $75.00 at the sex toy party and not a single thing I bought required batteries or penetration. Instead, I opted for products I thought were very unique.

Both lotions taste like candy and make my skin extremely soft. I tested out the pheromone cologne last night at work (That’s right… I am back on the pole!) and I didn’t notice too much of a difference. I put spots of it on my chest, wrists, and neck and although it made me smell lovely, it didn’t seem to have an effect on any man. That’s OK. I still love the scent and I am going to use it all the time. I understand alot of this stuff is just a total gimmick and there is some asshole out there making alot of money on the fact that women will buy anything to enhance certain aspects of their life. This is also OK. Why? Because everything about life is a gimmick. People tell you they are genuine and trustworthy but they just end up being a faded spot of perfume on your skin with a promise to do so much more than smell good. In saying this, I will take the chance with the sex appeal enhancement simply because I have nothing to lose. I will also take the chance in saying I am not the only girl out there that will admit she has a bin of sex toys under her bed. Pleasure should never be shameful.