thoughts on pixels

Thinking about how I have so much to write but not the motivation to actually type it out and make it readable.

Friday night was very slow at the club. Girls were talking about quitting or moving to another club. I haven’t thought about quitting yet. In fact I’m still worried about getting fired!

A funny thing happened while I was in the Skycage. A tall skinny man with shaggy dark hair came up to the cage and was staring at my shoes in crazy eyed wonder. I could tell by the way he cocked his head sideways that there was something not right about this one. I quickly caught on and started flaunting my shoes on the bars of the cage and showing them to him. I stamped hard on the metal floor to make it ring out. His eyes opened very wide and his jaw dropped. He said just loud enough for me to hear that he had a shoe fetish. I thought to myself “O’boy! Play Toy!!” When my time was up I pointed at a chair and told him cruelly to sit and wait for me. He shook his head a few times and said “Yes Ma’am”. (Tehehee!)

I walked back to the customer I was sitting with before I got in the Skycage and carried on my conversation. Glancing out of my right eye to make sure shoe boy was still there. And he was!! After about 20 minutes it was time for me to go on stage so I dismissed myself from my customer and I walked up to shoe boy and told him that he was good for waiting for me and that he should stay there while I went on stage.

I walked out on stage and he looked up at me happily. I motioned to him that he shouldn’t look at me and he averted his gaze and looked at his lap! (This is going to my head at this point.) After a bit, I called him over and did a little dance for him while I still had on my panties, showing off my shoes, made him tip me and told him to go back to his seat. “Yes ma’am” he said. (Oh Fuck this is fun.) He sat back down and looked at his lap again. Before the last song ended I called to him and told him to look at my shoes. I waited for about 20 seconds and I told him “that’s enough” and he obeyed. (CaRaziness!!)

After I got off the stage I went to talk to shoe boy and found out that he’d been coming to strip clubs for a long time looking for a Mistress. He asked me for a private room and I told him NO! That he was pathetic and he didn’t deserve that. Umm he ate that shit up. I actually felt bad for degrading him but he loved it! Like a three year old with a cookie.

A number of the dancers know him. Poison told me he’s been coming in for a while. He loves to worship shoes. Poor guy, if he had more money it would be more fun. But I can tell he doesn’t. His hands are grease stained and his clothes are tattered. He said he works hard to support his daughter who’s going to college and his 80 year old mother.
Oh well. I just can’t bring myself to torture a poor man. I’d rather bring down a rich man who had a shoe fetish than tell a pathetic man that he is pathetic.

Saturday night was very busy and I was enjoying myself just hanging out with random customers. I was walking out of the dressing room when Casey approached me pointing out a few customers at the bar. He told me they are millionaire friends of his and asked me to go visit. I said “I am ON IT!” I was surprised because I thought the next conversation that Casey and I would have would involve firing me, not sending me after his best customers. I was very happy about that and I did a very good job of getting them drunk on the elixir of Patron and sending them on their happy way with a few extra hundred dollars in my garter.

Sunday was spent on the couch recovering. I was so sore and tired! I woke up AGAIN with a blood spot in my eye. The last one happened on the weekend of Halloween. It can be caused by a lot of reasons including any kind of strain caused by having my head below heart level. Um that cuts out half of my dance moves! It can be cause by excess alcohol… yep guilty. Back pain puts a strain on your eyes and I have lots of that, pregnancy can cause it and I took yet another test last night because I still haven’t started my period (I spotted tho). I found all this out by going to the Optometrist yesterday. He prescribed an eye drop steroid and some regular lubricating eye drops. He told me my eyes were under strain and I had to get the broken blood vessel to heal or it will keep bleeding out. AHHH! I have a modeling thing to do on Sunday! This thing had better clear up AND I better not get another this weekend while I’m working!

Picked up a TINS unit from my chiropractor yesterday. He managed to have my insurance cover the whole thing! Now I can use it at home. And YES… I’ve already used it on my abs.

Got a text from Casey at 3:30 a.m. asking me to work Thanksgiving. I had already planned on it. I had actually planned on asking him to work but I didn’t want to bother him until Friday. I wanted to stay under the radar until the weekend.

Anyway, can’t wait to go home. Hubby has a plan with some baby oil and me naked… oh boy!