Sugar Daddy's.. was the name of my first club, I started stripping when I was 18. I had just moved off to college to go to beauty school. I was working part time at Hollister and it just wasn't enough. A friend I went to high school with worked at a strip club in town and was able to afford a brand new car right out of high school. I went to check it out.
I went in and asked if they were hiring waitresses. They weren't, the manager said they were hiring dancers only. I thought about it, nah I couldn't do that.. but wait, there was a girl who walked up to the manager while he was showing me around. She told him her son was in the hospital and she needed her stage fee money back so she could go see him. He gave her this bullshit about not being able to give back her money once it was already in the register.. but if this girl wants to work tonight she can give you her stage fee and take your place, he said. I felt so bad for the girl, I said yes.
I was so nervous, the manager told me I was allowed to go do drugs or drink in my car to ease my nerves. Really? I asked, you don't care that your employees do drugs?? Nah, he said.. most girls will try to sneak it in the dressing rooms anyways and we don't want that, so we let them go to their car. We cant control what happens out there. Ok, I guess..
I danced in my bra and panty's and a borrowed pair of shoes my first night. I made $500! That's one months rent! Perfect. Now I can cut back my hours at my stupid minimum wage Hollister job. Although I wanted to keep it because I loved the discounts and I had to have a cover job to tell my parents.
Eventually, I quit school.. If I were to finish my career plan and work at a salon, I still wouldn't make as much I do stripping. Sounded like a dumb idea to get a paid education and still get crap pay.
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