I drive around the Bywater daily looking at buildings to hopefully purchase. I saw one the other day on Piety. Kind of in the dodgy section but not totally...still close enough to where everything is building up. It's really amazing to be down there and see all the work in progress. The building is selling for a pretty reasonable price and has a 2 bedroom apartment upstairs. The agent said that the owner would be willing to owner finance possibly with a rather large sum of money down as a down payment--ya know, only $30,000 or so (no problem-o. Just hand me my purse real quick...). It's beyond me that people are able to create that kind of money for themselves but, clearly they must because people buy houses everyday. So, that means I can too. And the lap dances continue....
Over Mardi Gras I had quite a few gigs. One of which was a repeat of last year and is a private party for a group of gentlemen who ride in a parade and rent out the upstairs balcony of a Bourbon Street daiquiri shop. Last year I walked away with nearly $900. Up to that point, I had never walked away from any stripping gig with that much money. This year was a little different. There were less guys, for starters. There was a up and downside to this. The down being the obvious one--less guys equals less money. Basically we give lap dance after lap dance after lap dance at $20 each. The upside is that there were a few girls there who were not really hustling which was good for me because it gave me a chance to work on the hustle capabilities that I do not necessarily have. I got to use these guys as a test drive to figure out what a guy is really looking for in a lap dance (besides the one skeavy one who wanted to put his hand in my g string). What I learned and finally understand is this: Men go to strip clubs to get what they aren't getting at home or anywhere else. Whether it be beauty, a hug, a whisper in the ear, conversation, or just someone hovering over his genitals. I had always heard these things, but never really understood it. And that day made me really grasp that. I felt bad a little and the mother in me wanted to coddle them. Hug them tighter. And it honestly allowed me to really get into character and give these men the attention that they were so deprived of. To feel a grown man sink into the space between your ear and your neck because he's just so happy that you are giving him some contact, it honestly actually feels kind of nice to give someone something they need and it might be one of the only things that is going to allow me to survive this whole experience.
Along with my new found understanding, I also ordered a pole to put up in my house so I can start working on some more pole tricks. And I've decided to try incorporating the femme domme in me into my stripper persona.
I walked away from that gig with less money than I had made last year but with a lot more confidence and a better understanding of what I need to do in this business to make the money I need and get the studio bought and up and running. $30,000....that's a lot of lap dances. Bring it on.
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