Every Time I Think I'm Out, They Pull Me Back In.

Hey all, although I enjoy lurking around and reading the posts here, it came to my attention the the owner of the last club I worked at reads stuff here, so I decided I would stop posting rather than get fired because the cunning hillbilly fuck figured out I was writing about his place.

Since then I have quit working at that shithole and got out of the industry for a few months.

But its hard to pass up the money, so I'm back at a new club in the same ole town. The cash isn't as good, but at least the inmates aren't running the asylum here.

For the curious as to what its like to work at a club in a non-stripper capacity (and other drunken nonsense somewhat related to the biz and some posts from a concert club I worked at as well) here's the site:

plightofthestripperherder.blogspot.com

Now you too can experience the sheer joy of being a titty club bouncer.