My Dancer Diary

My last day at Spearmint Rhino (2 Saturdays ago) I had one of those rare bursts of business when I had at least 2 good customers wanting me at the same time plus strong potential for a few other quick lap dance sales. This scenario was commonplace years ago, even a nightly occurrence in the “good ol’ days” (*sigh*) but oh so very rare these days. So imagine my excitement as I lead customer #1, a kinda hot (like a young Don Henley without the self-righteousness) clean-n-sober bachelor into the lap dance room and one of my favorite new songs starts to play (Sex On Fire by Kings of Leon).

“Oh I love this song, it’s even on my stage set list,” I say, peeling off my black lace panties and matching bra. Seconds later, as our bodies are mashed together (in that kinda cool *feelin’ the chemistry* way that sometimes happens with particularly sensual men) and I’m in mid-body-slide, I suddenly hear the DJ loudly shout over the music, “Casey to the stage, Casey, this is you!”

“Fuck!” I scream, jumping up and racing through the crowd while simultaneously yanking my panties back up and attempting to untangle my bra which I finally manage to get on just before the song ends and I have to remove it again for song 2. And since the club was actually crowded at that time dancers were required to do 4 stages, meaning 8 songs, which means losing some of my lap dance momentum and at least one of the customers I had lined up who quickly found himself another dancer (I never did get the Henley-look-alike back who I found later to be “worn out” by at least 3 of the other 60+ girls working that night).

Anyway, ten minutes later I’m upstairs on stage 3, doin’ my thing on the crescent-shaped granite balcony with waste-high, wrought iron railing. It’s a fun little area to dance on because I can use the balcony rail for some simple but cute moves which don’t work as well on stage 2 (the bar) partly because, for some reason, customers don’t ever bother to move their drinks out of the way. Anyway, at this point I notice a youngish customer (30s) openly checking me out, big time. His soft features and horn rimmed glasses gave him a serious/studious look which was quickly shattered around the time he eventually opens his mouth to shout at me, “You. Are. Epic!” (Aw, the way you talk…)

Ten minutes later we’re in a booth and I’m giving him 4 dances in a row. Twenty minutes after that I’m in the ladies room giving myself a sponge bath in the sink to wash off the residue from his seeming attempt to devour me with his mouth and tongue in what I’m certain he considered to be a really sensual make-out session. Funny, I call it dancing but whatever… apparently it’s a potato/po-tah-to thing. The point is that after almost 2 straight weeks of really struggling to earn a living at that club, I was willing to put up with a little (!) more than usual for a quick (though not easy) $100.

After that I managed to round up a few more dances but as we approached 10pm more and more dancers hit the floor until there were almost 2 girls per customers, never a good ratio from a stripper’s point of view (although an all too common one these days). By the time I headed home around midnight some girls were leaving in frustration and some others in tears (sadly, also all too common these days). And even though I didn’t have what I’d call a “good night” I was satisfied (it could’ve been worse) and really happy to be headed home the next day (with plans to return the first weekend of Nov. I think).

As for my Austin dates, today starts a block of 3 ½ shifts over the next 3 days though I’ll be taking next week completely off and the week after that I may spread 4 shifts out over 4 days. As for this weekend I’ve decided to go to Vegas, partly to research my screenplay, partly for my birthday and partly to spend some quality time all but devouring one of the most amazing, sexy, brilliant, successful, charming and lovable men on the planet, LG.

My new screenplay is set in modern day Vegas and even though I lived (and almost died) there back in the 90s, I haven’t even visited in almost 5 years and even on that trip I was holed up with LG in the Presidential suite of the Four Seasons most of the time (heh). On this trip I need to research the latest in strip clubs, their interior designs, features, policies and anything new and exciting in the VIP scene (heh). I also need to investigate new technology in the gambling arena so I’ll be forced to sit at a blackjack table for a bit on the way to the drudgery of all that VIP room research.

If I have time I’m actually going to check out some Catholic churches in the area, in search of some cool stained glass windows or Stations of the Cross, for a scene where the drug dealer character has an epiphany about courage and endurance. Even more fun will be interviewing some local MMA fighters at the training session I’ve been invited to by a local pro fighter, which should help lend more authenticity to the fighter-character in my script. Most exciting though will probably be holing up in my room pouring over the mountain of fascinating research that is LG. Because that boy is nothing short of epic.