Stripping Stereotypes: The Truth about Strip Clubs

If you are a stripper/dancer/exotic entertainer then you have heard this battle rage on in a dressing room somewhere. Some girls want to be called dancers, because they are after all dancing. Some girls prefer the title of “exotic entertainer” because it sounds more fitting and appropriate to what they do. Then you have girls like me that don’t give a shit and just go with stripper. It is what it is.

I have never understood why girls get upset over a simple word. I hear all the time “I am not a stripper. I dance. I put on a show. I’m a dancer.” Well, actually no one cares. The men who come in could give a shit less if you put on a good show. Sure it may help your stage tips a little bit, but the guys just want to see you naked or they want to talk. 

I say don’t get offended and just roll with it. I’ve been a “stripper” ten years. I can tell you from personal experience it dosen’t matter what the fuck you are called. GUYS DON’T CARE! Also, if you correct a guy and say “I’m not a stripper, I prefer Dancer,” then you just look like a snobby bitch. YOU WORK IN A STRIP CLUB! GET OVER YOURSELF! You take your clothes off for money. How seriously can you really take yourself anyway? Sure our job is awesome and cool! But in the end “It is what it is.”

Picture a smoke filled room at Deja Vue in Nashville. There are lots of women dancing topless and naked on the stages. There are drunken frat boys, business men, and many other men out to see some strange for the evening. Then there is the guy I end up with. I was walking the floor asking for dances when I had a guy say yes. He looked normal enough and was dressed in your usual dress shirt and khaki pants. I thought nothing of it as I took him to a booth. I was only thinking CHA CHING! I got another one.

I asked the gentle to sit down and I took a seat as we waited for the song to start. When the music started to play he asked me to sit down and said I didn’t have to dance. I’m thinking “sweet! free money!” but oh how wrong I was. This man then askes me if he can pray with me. Oh shit, I got one of these guys. I’m thinking damnit, damnit, damnit. So being nice I said sure. He askes what should we pray about and since I drove 2 hours to get there, I said “How about a safe trip back?” So he starts in with the prayer and I’m looking around thinking “WTF, Why do I always get the weird ones? Do I have a weirdo magnet?” Then he finishes his prayer and tells me that “I’m a good girl. Why do I work here?” blah blah blah….

So as the gentleman starts to get up I say, “I’m still getting paid right?” He looked at me like I committed a sin right at that moment. He pulled out his wallet and yes I got paid. I got payed to pray in a strip club. I guess it gets expensive trying to save my soul. I’m agnostic, so it really was quite funny and a bit annoying to me. I can think of better ways to save souls, but in the strip club?! I always wondered if he came in and felt bad for it and needed to repent. I hope he got what he was looking for…

A few years back while I was working in Nashville I encountered one of the strangest customers one can imagine. While working at Deja Vue I had a gentleman approach me for a dance. As we went to the booth, Deja Vue didn’t have back rooms but just booths half blocked off, I began asking this man his name and where he’s from blah blah blah so on and so forth. He seemed pretty normal to me and when we sat down he said he had a request. Usually this is a red flag for weirdo and sometimes it’s as simple as the man asking you to not get naked. This time it was weirdo.

As the song starts the man askes me to jump up and down. I’m thinking “wtf?” But hey, i’m getting paid to jump up and down for two and a half minutes. So I start jumping, only to have this gentleman scream at me “STOP! YOUR DOING IT ALL WRONG! DON’T YOU KNOW HOW TO DO IT?!?!” Now at this point I’m thinking serial killer and I’m starting to look for the bouncers. Then the guy says “OK, you HAVE to hold your hands above your head when you jump up and down.” So for the remainder of the song I jump with my arms above my head. I can only wonder what in the hell was going through this guys mind at the time. I mean really? Needles to say he only got one song of jumping before I excused myself far far away from him. Weridos!!

Sometimes in the world of Strip Clubs I encounter people only one time, but that one encounter may stick with me for a lifetime. I was as working one night a few years back. I see an average gentle man come in. There wasn’t anything special about him as far as I could tell. He was wearing overalls, a t-shirt, and work boots. He had a scruffy beard, not quite as long as a ZZ Top beard but it was well on it’s way. He sat down at a table and started tipping some on the girls on stage. The club wasn’t very busy that night, maybe 5 or 6 other customers in there at the time. I believe it was a Sunday night here in Knoxville, TN.

This is when things got real interesting really quick. This gentleman headed into the bathroom for a few minutes and when he emerged my jaw hit the floor. He came out of the bathroom wearing a mini blue jean skirt, the same old t-shirt he had been wearing when he came in, and he also had a pair of red high heels. This man proceeds to go back to his table and just sit down like nothing is wrong or out of place.

The table I was sitting at were testosterone filled muscle heads who were looking for a fight and this guy gave them a reason. They kept talking about “what is that FREAKS problem?” and “I think he needs to be taught a lesson.” They were saying this loudly enough for my manager to over hear and of course the cross dressing gentleman could hear it as well. My manager approaches the cross dresser and tells him to either change back to normal or for him to leave the building because his apperance is causing problems. This guy chose to leave. I can say however, that the image of this old nedneck in a blue jean mini skirt and high heels is forever burnt into my mind. I always wondered why he chose to come in a strip club to do this. Did he feel a kinship with us dancers? Was he a woman trapped in a man’s body? Was he just a freak? I will never know. I never saw this man again but his memory lives on…

KK

Sometimes I encounter people who leave me speechless. Puddin was always one of those people. I’m assuming he moved on or died because I haven’t seen him in a few years. Let me explain Puddin to you.

Picture an old man around the age of 70 and dressed sort of like Mr. Rogers. He walks into the club and instead of carrying in a six pack of beer, he has a six pack of pudding. Always vanilla pudding. Always. He goes and sits down at a table and waits for a girl to approach him. Most of the regular girls know if you go up to him you can get a couch dance very easily, but you just have to deal with the pudding.

When I was new to the club I went over and sat down without warning from the other dancers. I guess they felt I needed to experience this pudding nightmare. I go over the usual crap of “what’s your name?” and “where you from?” “what do you do?” blah blah blah, then he askes me for a couch dance. The dances where I was working at the time and actually work at now, are no contact. Which means I kinda hover around the guy but I can’t sit in the lap or touch at all. This was great for Puddin.

As we head toward the couch I notice Puddin is bringing one of his puddings with him and a spoon. I’m thinking “WTF is this guy doin?” all the while the other dancers are laughing hysterically at the “Stripper table” I get on the couch and start my dance. Puddin opens his pudding and begins to eat it, no wait, he begins to slurp it very loudly and it’s getting all over him, but he dosen’t seem to mind. I move to the stool in front of the couch and kinda stay there and dance, all the while puddin is just slurping away. Vanilla pudding all over his face accompanied by a big smile. I feel as if I should call the mental health people to take him away, but who am I to judge what gets a person happy. I know we all have our fetishes, even if it is slurping pudding while a naked woman dances for you.

KK

When you work in the type of environment that I do, you are bound to encounter some very interesting individuals. I’m going to be sharing with all of you some of my most memorable customers from the past and present.

First, let me begin by setting the scene. Picture a small strip club in Knoxville, TN. I’d say it’s around 2,500 sq ft. It’s an older club, with nicotine stained walls and a small stage in the center of the room. There are two other stages about 4x4 to the right and left of the room. The carpet is stained and looks like the old carpet you find in evey other hole in the wall strip club across the country. In the corner of the room sits an older black gentleman in a wind breaker suit. A bottle of Crown royal sitting on his table half empty and a girl dancing with her back to him and bent over. Can you picture it?

This would be “Captain Spinctor.” Let me explain how someone gets this nickname. When the captain comes in a few of us regular girls will go sit down and talk for a few mins with him. He will take turns allowing us to dance but soon he picks one girl and asks the rest to leave. One day I was the lucky girl. I always saw girls dancing non stop always with their back to him. I figured “Oh, he’s an ass man.” I hit the head on the nail with that one. To be more precise, he’s an “Asshole” man. He stares at your asshole and talks to your asshole saying things like “Think you can handle this big cock?” and “Can you talk to me?” He loves it if you can make your asshole move and flex. He will keep you dancing for 10 songs in a row at times, just gazing directly into your asshole. Then he starts licking his lips and grabing himself. I have to try very hard not to laugh or vomit. At times I find it funny and at times I want to be sick. I’ve always wondered if he is a closet gay man. With everything the female body has to offer, why focus directly on the asshole. I can understand being an ass man, but not an asshole man….

KK

I figure I will take a moment to talk about the types of customers before I start posting about my experiences. There are many differnt types of people who come to strip clubs:

1. Business Men: The men who travel during the week for work are the reson I can make a car payment. These men travel a lot and most of the time will talk your ear off about anything and everything. I find the simple “smile and nod” technique works well with these guys. The occasional “wow” and ”really?” leads them to believe that I actually care about the different types of insurance they sell or the medical supplies they are so proud of! These guys tend to be eager to proposition me. I guess it’s because they are always away from the significant other. Of course I always turn them down.

2. Older Perverts: These men come in to talk nasty to the women who are working. I always hear “I’d lick you from head to toe” or “I’d drink your dirty bath water.” Usually these men are old enough to be my dad or grandfather. I get a lot of lip licking and tounge flicking with these guys. Also they enjoy blowing on my vagina. I don’t understand why. It dosen’t do anything but annoy me. 

3. College Guys: These guys are usually broke or have very little cash. They think they can take you home with them. It’s fun shutting them down. I hear a lot of “girl can I get your number?” and “we need to hook it up after you get off.” All it takes is a “No.” They ask why and I just repeat “no.” It drives them crazy because what girl in her right mind would turn down a catch who lives in his mothers basement while pursuing a liberal arts degree!

4. Newbies: These guys are my FAVORITE. They are an easy target for business. They have never been in a club before and have no idea what to do. I find it my personal responsibility to guide them on their strip club journey. That includes a stop at the ATM and a stop at the couches. These guys are usually respectful and obey the no touching rules. Plus they tend to make good conversation as opposed to “Do you like to masterbate” type of conversations.

5. Regular Customers: These guys can be good and bad for my wallet. Most regulars tip me a dollar here and there. I find it hard for me to get regulars because I Hustle the crap out of everything that walks through the door. Regulars tend to obey the rules, for the most part, and also tend to be nicer in the long run. However, some regulars let their status go to their heads as in “I spend a lot of money here, and I can do whatever I want.” Actually asshole, you arent that freakin special and no you can;t get any special privaledges.

6. Fetish Guys: The rare but weird fetish guys are sure to leave you with a memorable experience. I plan on writing about a lot of these guys in the near future. Some guys want to paint your toenails, some want you to jump up and down, some want to be beaten, and so on and so on…. I get a kick out of these guys. They come in for a reason and most tip well if you fullfill their requests.

This is a basic rundown of the kinds of men who frequent strip clubs. I will go into more detail as I post more and more!

Thanks,

XxX,

KK