AN OPEN LETTER TO ANYONE WHO’S EVER WALKED INTO A STRIP CLUB.
i’m sure that most of you don’t think about these things, or don’t realize. so i’m about to open your eyes.
most strippers do not get hourly pay. every penny we earn comes out of your pocket. and you’re an ass if you don’t agree that we work hard for it. poledancing is not easy- those tricks that may or may not impress you take hours of practice and bruising, and girls who have danced for several years will tell you that dancing takes a hell of a toll on your body. those heels? they may make your ass look great but eight hours in those bad boys will leave your feet crying. believe me, to spend all day freezing your ass off in barely any clothing and six inch stilletos, only to walk out at the end of the night having not made any money(or worse, owing the club money) is one of the most discouraging feelings in the world.
we do not get a percentage of the admission you pay. so when you go to a club, have the fucking courtesy to bring more than five or ten dollars. most club fees are around ten bucks, but every penny goes to the club and its managers. coming in there and expecting to see something because you paid the fee is just rude. multiple naked girls are worth a lot more than your measly ten bucks. and we work at the club because we have bills to pay, not because we enjoy getting nude for strangers. we’ll gladly fall all over you and cater to your fantasies, but you better put a little greenery on that scenery.
you’re going to a strip club. not a whore house. sure, there are plenty of “clubs” out there that allow under-the-table services, but most of those are simple whore houses in disguise. if the club you’re going to has good lights and organized stage calls, you’re probably not in one of those establishments. therefor, have a little class, get your hands off my ass, and learn that a topless dance is not an invitation to put your tongue anywhere near me.
we are dancers, not your next girlfriend. just because we get naked for a living does not mean we want to give you our phone number, or take you to a hotel, or out to dinner, or anything else. just because someone works at a restaurant doesn’t mean they want to cook you dinner. and if the girl you’re talking to is up for something extra, it’s either because you’re spending a lot of money on her and she’s trying to get you as a regular, or because you’re about to buy a cheap whore and whatever comes with her. you get what you pay for.
you get what you pay for. if you buy a topless dance from me, no i’m not going to show you anything else unless i get a big fat tip. you wanna see some pink, gimme some green. always.
we are human girls with emotions and needs, we have bills to pay and dreams and families. so next time you decide to tell a girl you don’t think a nude lapdance is worth thirty bucks, think again. you’re telling someone that their most vulnerable state, while often literally busting their ass trying to look sexy for you, is not worth a measly thirty bucks. a mcdonalds employee makes that in a day barely putting up with customers, and you don’t think my naked ass is worth that after putting up with your overweight, pimply self? then you can fuck off.
strippers are quite often intelligent, hardworking, ambitious women with children to support or college tuition to pay or just dreams they can’t achieve without good, steady money. we’re not stupid, or slutty, or lazy- we need money to pay our bills and put food in our bellies just like you. treat us with respect- you obviously need us as much as we need you.
thank you for reading.