February 3, 2009

The Day Shift

Lately, I've been working a few day shifts.

I don't know why I decided to try it. I had heard other girls talk about it, so I thought it would be worth checking out.

It sure is different.

I had always heard managers or DJ's use the term, Day Girl. Like, "One of the Day Girls actually tried to come in tonight. Gross. She was sent home." I never knew what this meant.

I get it now. They're much older. Their boob jobs are hard, lopsided, and very much from the 80's. And some of them actually go by names like Candy. But guess what? These ladies have worked the pole for years now - they've got regulars coming in for them every day, more power to 'em. They're makin' their dough.

There are only a few Day Girls who are my age. A few work at other clubs in the evenings, and a few take evening classes at school. Another girl would rather be with her husband and child at night. Me, I take evening classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays - and on the other days, I sometimes cut class. Don't tell my parents.

I come to the club at 10:00 in the morning. The first three girls who arrive at the club don't have to pay a house fee. Otherwise, it's only $25. There isn't much action for the first few hours. Girls have to do two songs on stage instead of only one. Sometimes we're dancing for no one. (It's a good time to practice pole tricks.) People start trickling in during lunch. We offer a buffet.

It's absolutely bizarre to be dancing for men while they eat their spaghetti and meatballs.

I grab a plate and eat if nobody is around.

The clientele is definitely different in the daytime. The vibe definitely lacks in the fun and lighthearted. You know the slightly creepy dudes that come in by themselves wearing basketball shorts, who sit in the darkest corner available? There are a lot of those. It breaks my heart a little. They're in here every day at 11am. That seems kind of serious.

The day shift is hit or miss for me. I think I need more time to develop some regulars. There have been a lot of days that I've worked 'till 5pm, gone home to take a nap, and come back at 10pm. Those days have been financially rewarding. But I think being in a dark smoky club for most of my waking life, sipping on Red Bull, sitting in nothing but a thong, knee socks, and heels has had an effect on me. Maybe.

I may ditch the Day Shift in the future. I feel like I've simply become...addicted to stripping.