I use to work at a strip club downtown.
Before jumping to anything, I did not dance. I couldn't. I was a waitress, and I bartended and I made great money.
However, I could not go in that place without the owner trying to convince me to strip. I hated being surrounded by all those men, just gawking at you. I couldn't take it, so I quit. Maybe I don't like to be in the spotlight, atleast not in a sexual look at me type of way. The girls that worked there were slightly to very narcistic. Even they would watch themselves in the mirror as they were dancing on stage, swinging on the pole, whatever. I don't even look at myself in the mirror more than a handful of times throughout the day. I didn't then and don't now have the mindet set be a dancer.
You have to be focused on the money, and money isn't everything.
However, now that it's been months later.. I am missing the cash flow that came with that iffy job. Maybe I got use to having that extra bit of money in my pocket. It's not like I really spend money on extra shit... I actually save almost every penny I get. That job just made it easier to save money quicker. I loved it. I could leave for vacation in a heartbeat, knowing I would still have some money when I get back home.
I recently went to a strip club in WV called Vixens. It was fun, I enjoyed it. There was every type of girl you could imagine working there. Every race, some with tattoos, some piercings, girls next door, etc, etc. When I was walking out, one of the men asked me if I was interested in dancing and gave me the club's card.
I mean what... do I give off this vibe that I want to strip? I don't fucking get it. It's flattering, but at the same time... do I just look like I would be into that.
To my suprise, the girls get fully nude in West VA.
That is one thing, I knooowww I could not do.
I'll stick to being nude and/or partially nude in front of people for artistic purposes.
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