Some bullet points on what I’m learning down in New Orleans:
-I should upgrade to Rick’s Cabaret from my current club since I have a single 1″ by 1″ tattoo easily covered with makeup. To quote another dancer “when I worked there, girls cried if they didn’t make a thousand.”
-Extras are known to be rampant here and judging by a hottie saying she had yet to clear $100 after midnight and how being “well mannered ” factored in, it seems that the tug of war is in effect.
-Guys are decently willing to pay for your company. I sat with two guys, one steadily tipping singles $5ish at a time, the other tipping $20 every couple songs instead of getting dances. Neither of them got dances from other girls, but both were cool about “knowing why” I was there.
-The club doesn’t seem to prefer my earning that way since they aren’t getting a cut.
-It’s tempting to continue at my current club cause I’ve never seen a nicer crop of staff or girls, and genuine camaraderie makes the job easier.
-My vocal chords are way too fragile. I forgot how easily I lose my voice.
-I also forgot how it feels to get in bed encased in cigarette, cigar and black n’ mild scent.
-My looks fit in well where I started; lots of wavy-haired brunettes whose hair is natural. I hope to keep up my natural hair cause the humidity is worse than I expected for this time of year.
-Walking even a block or two on Bourbon when you get off is incredibly annoying. Too many pushy guys sneaking up beside you from behind trying to stop you in your tracks, and tagging along if you keep moving.
-It’s hard not to drink a drop, but easy to avoid getting drunk. The reason it’s hard is feeling compelled to help the waitresses and shot girls.
-I need to learn how to sell VIP rooms without falsely soliciting, cause I’m all set going to jail during Mardi Gras.
-I can probably do great on day shifts given the lack of competition. I’m trying the stripper double shift route for the first time and will report back. Compared to my clubs in NYC where day and night were super segregated, here I can do days but stay as late into night as I feel like.
-I need some non-gown stripper attire if I don’t move on to a franchise club; Bourbon St. is casual compared to snobby NYC and I’d look stupid in gowns.
-Bourbon St. is very unpredictable as far as clientele, but I like that, save the hick last night who wanted to talk about Nigger this, Nigger that. Strippers face the issue of letting racism slide too often; it sucks but it’s par for course. People on Bourbon are usually ripe to spend money on “entertainment” and are likely to be in vacation-mode, so it’s really just a matter of gauging their budgets.
I’m working tomorrow before, during and after the Super Bowl. Debating whether to play up, neutral or down my Pats fandom. If it were high stakes Red Sox playoffs, I’d rep Boston all the way, even if it hurt my wallet.