My Observations Of My First Night Back At Work - And A Shocking Confession
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Where there's a hole, there's a way. [HIATUS]
Friday, July 24, 2020 2:12 PM
I've officially put my platform heels back on last night after being indecisive each and every passing week since June about whether I should go back or not. My savings is pretty hefty and I make good money from secondary income, but after mongering at several clubs for the fun of it, I realized I miss dancing a lot and didn't want to put it on hold forever.
I am sore all over, my knees are beaten up, my feet are very angry with me, but I'll get back to the flow of things eventually.
(TL;DR: New parking lot bouncer, temperature checks and masks very lightly enforced for both dancers and custies. Lots of new girls. 20 girls cut off with respect to 50% capacity. Hustle may vary. Half of the booths taped off, but contact dances still doable. My fucking cousin - outside of my knowledge - has been a customer at this club for as long as I've worked there and is dating one of the dancers, but no longer comes in. iamsorelieved)
Upon Entry: There's a new door guy I haven't seen before. When I pull my car up and get my stuff up, he simply greets me and lets me inside without questioning who I am (the club has been open for a month already, after all). There's a sign posted on the backdoor (and all over the dressing rooms) that the dancers must wear a mask and will be given one if we don't have one. I go in, the VIP DJ/bouncer immediately has me come over to check my temperature. All is clear, and he lets me go in and get ready. A few girls did wear a mask throughout the whole shift, but most of them just had theirs hanging under their chin or from their ear so that it was at least visible that they had one.
Dressing Room/Girls: Locks on the lockers have not been removed. Thank the higher powers. During normal unpandemic times, they do periodic checks every couple months to see who's been actively working there and who hasn't so they know what lockers to keep and which ones to clear out for someone else to use. I was paranoid about mine since it had $300 worth of heels in there. Thankfully, it was untouched.
There is an abundance of new girls because half of our clubs in Jacksonville are still shut down. Only nude bars and bikini bars that serve food are allowed to stay open. So all of the girls that worked at the no-kitchen bikini bars had to refuge over to the open clubs. I came in around 7:30pm and there were already 10 girls on shift - none of which I recognized. Later in the evening was when I saw about 7 more girls I've worked with previously come in, so there were 17 girls on shift for the night. The club now has a cut off of 20 girls every night to reserve the 50% capacity for the customers, so during the weekend, the girls may race to get to work early to avoid being told to go back home when the cut off is reached. There's a 3-way split between the girls that will talk to a custy for hours, girls that will only talk to custies for 2 seconds, and girls that aren't bothered to get up at all and talk to anyone.
Business: It was a dead night. Probably had less than 30 customers (the bulk being three large groups that came in at separate times, but the club was empty once they all left). Custies had to wear a mask and do a temperature check at the door to come in but were allowed to take them off upon sitting down. A few kept their mask on for the duration of their stay. There was not a lot of interest in private dances - but that may be because of the crowd's vibe and not necessarily because guys were wary of the option. In the actual private dance area, every other booth is taped off to support social distancing yet we were allowed to do contact dances... strange contradiction - but 6 feet air dances were not selling for long.
BONUS/The confession: One of the girls I've worked with came up to me and admitted for as long as I was dancing at that club (a pinch over a year now), she's been dating my cousin - who has been a semi-regular customer at this club for a couple of years - who has seen me dance - who knows exactly who I am. He told her to keep it a secret from me because I didn't realize all of this time it was him. (I was 16 years old the last time I've talked to him - 12 years ago, so it didn't register in my mind that this custy that strangely looked a bit like my cousin... actually was my cousin.) She's met my aunt and asked me to never tell her what she does for work. Um. Yeah, as long as you don't tell her what *I* do for work. Whether she's going to tell the cus that she told me everything or not is TBD... I guess.
He hasn't been in the club since November of last year. Management found out they were a couple, and since dancer/customer dating is taboo in the strip club world, he was told he couldn't come in any night she works. I guess this is good for me because we never interacted while I was in the unknown. But now that I know, it would be awkward as F U C K .
so anyway, how was your night?
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