The Pole Diaries.
I have decided to write about the interesting part of my life. I started dancing when i was 20, now im 24 and i have just started hostessing. I have seen so many different types of dancers that i really understand that every guy has a different type and no matter how typically beautiful you are you aren't everyones type. Its a really interesting job and so many people i meet have so many questions. There are so many things that you learn along the way. Its never the same from one night to the next. One night can be so much fun. you can meet an awesome guys who is a lot of fun and gives you heaps of cash and you leave work feeling really good and then the next night you can have a guys that will be so mean and horrible and so stingy that you go home and cry. It rally makes you grow up and take notice of everything that is going on around you. It can work for you if you make it. I have also seen a lot of girls go in and be completely clueless but never learn from it too.
The exciting part of work rarely has anything to do with the customers. its the girls that make each nights dramas and scandal. with that many girls competing for money in one small place its hard to keep the peace all the time. I have seen girls bitch fight, drag each other off stage, sabotage each others clothing, lie about girls to customers and then i have met some of the nicest girls ever in clubs too. its a strange relationship with most of the girls. you can be good friends but when it comes down to it you are always in competition and there will always be one of you who earns more. and that causes problems.
Last night was a funny one. I was on the door and about 1 o'clock i got called up to do some controlling in a private room. there were 7 girls and 6 guys. The girls were (im not using real or dance names but fake names to you can follow the story) Queenie, Clueless, Bimbo, Brown- Bimbo, Pony, Life-story, Sexy chick.
The guys were big business men who were blowing off a little steam, luckily they weren't blowing off anything else. Th guys had a lot of money and you could always tell who the big tipper was because there were there or four girls always milling around showing off as much as they could, trying to get his attention hoping he would like them enoughto become a regular.
Queenie, Clueless and Pony
were there as soon as a fifty was removed from a wallet or pocket. i think they must have built in radars.
Brown-bimbo was desperately trying to be nice while a drunk associate or the rich guys was roughly fondling her while trying to stay conscious and not throw up on her. i noticed she was sitting just so that she could move if she needed to.
Another man was desperately trying to be nice to life-story because as her name reveals she was telling him her life story, which is really boring and i assume mostly made up. Life-story is a little bit on the plump side and is always telling men how lucky they are to catch her at a free moment because she is very highly sought after, because of her perfect breast. which (her words not mine) "are by far the best in the club".
Bimbo was with the youngest guy of the group and by far the most attractive (not my type thought) so she thought she was in heaven.
Bimbo and Brown-bimbo have this thing where they tell all the guys that they are lovers. they aren't. and they are really bad at playing the part.
Sexy chick
who is the smartest of the group set her sights on the oldest man of the group. (best thing to do) The oldest guy is usually the most wealthy and they have done this strip club thing a million times and usually just want to sit and talk. so she had it made. she sat there fully clothed chatting with what seemed a nice old man for a few hours and all the other girls pranced around hoping to get the odd fifty passed their way.
This went on for a few hours. and finally when the old man got tired he decided to go home and like clockwork all the other guys stood up and said they too must leave. I guess the old guy must have been the boss. because when the boss goes home everyone else goes home.
Thats about enough for tonight i think. until next time. Saturday night at the Club
I have decided to write about the interesting part of my life. I started dancing when i was 20, now im 24 and i have just started hostessing. I have seen so many different types of dancers that i really understand that every guy has a different type and no matter how typically beautiful you are you aren't everyones type. Its a really interesting job and so many people i meet have so many questions. There are so many things that you learn along the way. Its never the same from one night to the next. One night can be so much fun. you can meet an awesome guys who is a lot of fun and gives you heaps of cash and you leave work feeling really good and then the next night you can have a guys that will be so mean and horrible and so stingy that you go home and cry. It rally makes you grow up and take notice of everything that is going on around you. It can work for you if you make it. I have also seen a lot of girls go in and be completely clueless but never learn from it too.
The exciting part of work rarely has anything to do with the customers. its the girls that make each nights dramas and scandal. with that many girls competing for money in one small place its hard to keep the peace all the time. I have seen girls bitch fight, drag each other off stage, sabotage each others clothing, lie about girls to customers and then i have met some of the nicest girls ever in clubs too. its a strange relationship with most of the girls. you can be good friends but when it comes down to it you are always in competition and there will always be one of you who earns more. and that causes problems.
Last night was a funny one. I was on the door and about 1 o'clock i got called up to do some controlling in a private room. there were 7 girls and 6 guys. The girls were (im not using real or dance names but fake names to you can follow the story) Queenie, Clueless, Bimbo, Brown- Bimbo, Pony, Life-story, Sexy chick.
The guys were big business men who were blowing off a little steam, luckily they weren't blowing off anything else. Th guys had a lot of money and you could always tell who the big tipper was because there were there or four girls always milling around showing off as much as they could, trying to get his attention hoping he would like them enoughto become a regular.
Queenie, Clueless and Pony
were there as soon as a fifty was removed from a wallet or pocket. i think they must have built in radars.Brown-bimbo was desperately trying to be nice while a drunk associate or the rich guys was roughly fondling her while trying to stay conscious and not throw up on her. i noticed she was sitting just so that she could move if she needed to.
Another man was desperately trying to be nice to life-story because as her name reveals she was telling him her life story, which is really boring and i assume mostly made up. Life-story is a little bit on the plump side and is always telling men how lucky they are to catch her at a free moment because she is very highly sought after, because of her perfect breast. which (her words not mine) "are by far the best in the club".
Bimbo was with the youngest guy of the group and by far the most attractive (not my type thought) so she thought she was in heaven.
Bimbo and Brown-bimbo have this thing where they tell all the guys that they are lovers. they aren't. and they are really bad at playing the part.
Sexy chick
who is the smartest of the group set her sights on the oldest man of the group. (best thing to do) The oldest guy is usually the most wealthy and they have done this strip club thing a million times and usually just want to sit and talk. so she had it made. she sat there fully clothed chatting with what seemed a nice old man for a few hours and all the other girls pranced around hoping to get the odd fifty passed their way.This went on for a few hours. and finally when the old man got tired he decided to go home and like clockwork all the other guys stood up and said they too must leave. I guess the old guy must have been the boss. because when the boss goes home everyone else goes home.
Thats about enough for tonight i think. until next time. Saturday night at the Club