Push it!

Friday night proved to be very disappointing to everyone. Not only was traffic impossible, the club was dead and we hardly made enough money to pay for gas.

I arrived at 7:10. It took me two hours to drive 40 miles. Among all the other fees they also charge you for being late. By the end of the night I had paid $10 to the house mom – still no clue what she does. $10 to the DJ for playing four songs, none of which I requested. $20 to the Valet – Hey I’ve got my priorities, I only have to pay him $5 but at least he works for his money, and he takes care of my baby. $15 late fee half of the late fee only because the night was so dead.

Being a new girl at a club isn't fun. There is of course the initiation stage where everyone hates you. Friday night was my night. I was kicked by one of the girls onstage. She looked straight at me and swung herself around the pole and kicked my thigh. Being in the spotlight totally changes your reactions when things like this happen. You do not want to make a big deal and get all redneck on someone in a club such as this. I imagined myself diving at her and knocking us both off the stage into the people sitting around it and beating her face in with my shoe. But rather, I sucked it up. Gave her a glare like nothing happed and went along my business. I've got two raised black bruises where she kicked me, one part sole one part heal on my upper thigh. Fucking Strippers.

At the end of Friday night it was Bailey who was extremely pissed and was cussing Casey. All four of us drove separately because we where coming from different places but we followed each other home as far as we could. We called each other and talked about going back to Vixens and how much it sucked working at Scores and that there was no where else to go. I got home at 4 a.m. and passed out until 12:30.

Dirty (his real name is Dusty) slept on the couch on Friday night and he was up before all of us because he fell asleep around 11:00 p.m. Jim woke up next and made coffee and breakfast for everyone. Hubby woke up just in time for me to take my nap before I had to shower and leave at 4:30.

I arrived at Scores around 6. They offer free dinner and drink to all the girls who are ready to work by 7. You know I’m not missing out on free food…and alcohol. The buzz was that they had overbooked 9 bachelor parties. And it was supposed to be very busy. And it was! I worked very hard and I made a lot of money. The income made up for all the crappy nights so far. It also helps that we learned how to play the game. I went up to the head doorman (bouncer) and said let’s make some money tonight. He told me he’d see what he could do. The next thing I knew I was being pulled from one party to another, left and right and I didn’t have time to stop. All the doormen where pointing me this way and that and I would give them cash each time. I know I said I didn’t think it was right but if I was going to make the best out of the situation that’s what I was going to do. I’ll tell you this spending $45 to make $525 isn’t so bad, now is it? I haven’t made that much $$ in at least six months. At the end of the night we all once again reiterated “Fuck Casey” this time it was jubilant instead of angry.

So now that I know how to play the game, it can only get better from here. I have to ask myself. Is it worth the drive? The wear and tear? Should I stick to the original goal of getting back into Vixens? I’ve got two weeks to decide because I’ll be busy with Races and Wine festivals. When I put it into perspective… 1 night = 1 week at my real job…. or more. Both of the owners of Scores have raved about the four of us. They are very glad to have us there, we’re mature and very professional. The told us if there was anything we need just let them know.

Hubby was supportive of my returning for this last weekend… because it was my last weekend. I’ll have to get his perspective on this. I know he doesn’t like me being so far away if something happens to me. But his brother is close by. I may be able to make him feel better with that option. But I’m jumping ahead. I must choose, but choose wisely. Young Stripper Warrior. Ok, I’m not young but WHATEVER!