| a Goth. I don't know how else to say it. But some of the older men didn't get it. And the stupid assholes that are bound to wind up in a strip club would say shit like 'Go back to your cave' and shit. I got tired of it, which is mainly why I changed to the whole Pixie thing. I get tipped a whole lot more as Pixie too, which is kind of sad, because�what's wrong Goths? Nothing. But�.a job's a job." Pixie tells me all this while on our way to the club. We get there and head inside. (The club is 18 and over, which means no alcohol is served�and that the girls get completely naked.) Within 10 minutes of being inside it's time for Pixie to hit the stage. I head up front to the tip row, planning on giving Pixie a little tip, but after I get boobs stuck in my face from another dancer (a bit too up close and personal for me) I go over to a long couch and relax. Another stripper asks me if I would like a lap dance. Um, no thanks. Luckily for her the guy sitting next to me does. After dancing to about 6 songs, Pixie comes and sits with me on the couch. She puts in an order of fries to the waitress and I ask her if it's hard going to school in the morning and working at night. "Yeah, I come home, get like 5-6 hours of sleep, wake up, take a shower and all that, go to school, come home, take a little nap, do as much homework as I can, eat something, and then go to work. That's my schedule the days I work." Her fries come and I wait 'til she eats a little before I ask her about all the drama. "There's just always some major problem going down like every week. Like the managers always getting accused of sexual harassment and shit. The girls are always complaining about something and accusing each other of stealing one anothers make-up and c.d.s and stuff. Everybody here is a drug addict or pothead. The girls will snort lines off the toilet seat or in the dressing room. The get all the drugs from one of the bouncers here. He practically sells from the damn club! I'm sure if they served alcohol here, they'd all be getting drunk too. And there's always gossip and rumors flying around about everyone that works her. I try to keep out of it all. Just come here, do my job, and go home." A stripper walks in front of us leading a guy to the V.I.P section. I ask Pixie what Really goes down in there. "Prostitution! Seriously, the guys aren't supposed to touch the girls, but I know some of them will let them if they pay more money. I know of at least three girls who have given guys blow jobs for more money. And we're not supposed to go home with the guys, but I now some of the girls have." Pixie has 10 minutes to finish up her fries and then go back on stage. I have time to ask her one more question. What's a take to be a stripper? "Obviously you have to be confident with yourself and with your body. I'd say if you're a Goth girl going to be a stripper, get ready for the shit talking by stupid jerks. Also get ready to feel dirty. I felt that way after the first time I danced. Especially since on my first day I had to take a guy to the V.I.P room and he asked me for a blow job. Also, you're going to have to give lap dances to some pretty disgusting guys every now and then." Pixie finishes eating and heads back to the dressing room. I finish up my 4th soda (hey, it was all you can drink!) and get ready to leave. As Pixie takes to the second stage I can't help but feel a little bad for her. I mean she's a cool chick and it sucks that she has to take her clothes off for money. But as I walk to the door I see an old guy slip Pixie a folded bill (which she later tells me is a 50!) and I realize she doesn't mind at all. * Names have been changed. |