Cheap Asses...

Last night I was at the club.

In the past, because I've been the new girl, I have gotten screwed over in the past, more or less in tip than anything.  See My first time...

Sometimes when I sit with a new customer, I know which ones to bring up prices and which to not bring up prices.

I hate to stereotype, but men of Middle Eastern decent tend to try to get a fuck and suck for as little of a tip as possible.  Or conveniently "forget" their card.

They'll get me later...

Last night, I sat with someone who I thought I needed to bring up prices.

A few minutes in, he let me know he was "offended" for bringing up money.  Conveniently, he stayed a bit longer, didn't get what he wanted because I was on my period, and he left with the cheapest tip ever.

*scoffs* This is why I bring up prices mo fo...because you're a cheap ass!

This is something that amazes me though.

While the club I work at is purely advertised as providing company and no solicitation, as soon as one starts to touch and feel their way around, it is time for me to give my minimum expected.

I am horrible with this.  I never feel there is the right time to discuss money...especially in this economy...but it must be done.

And...dude...if you've been coming to this club for years, you know what this club is about.

Don't think your shit don't stank!  Time to pay the money for the services rendered.

Vicious cycle...

This post has a double meaning...

First in foremost...this job is not a steady mean of income.

Last week for instance...I worked 4 nights.  Including 1 date, I think I made triple that week than what I've ever made in one week at the club.  For lack of better words, it was nice.

I'm not dumb, I knew that was an unusual week, but definitely something I thought could eventually be attainable through building clientale.

This week, I'm lucky if I've even made 10% of that.  I've only worked three days, but of two of those days, I didn't make any money.

It's amazing...I love sports, but I've always hated professional sports, especially when it is the epi-center of a man's world.

What am I talking about?!?!

I'm talking about NBA.  Playoffs.  And word on the street, it lasts about a month long.

Ugh.

I've been told, some days are good, some days are bad.  In the end, it will all equal out.

Well, cheers, here's to a good money maker week next week...even with the holiday weekend.

Another thing that has made it worse for me is that I haven't quite gotten on the BC.  It's on my mind, but damn it's so expensive.

Once I do get on it, I really want to be on Seasonale.  4 periods a year!!

BRING IT ON!!

My first time...

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An Introduction...

Greetings my little sluts...

Let me tell you a little about myself.  I am a college graduate from an accredited four year university.  I worked hard, and played harder, but I graduated in the normal five years.  I have a wonderful family, I didn't grow up with a disadvantaged life, I actually grew up in a great household.  After college, I interned for about a year until I gained a full time job.  I was fired from that job over bull shit reasons (just under a year of working there), and now, I've found myself in a pickle.  Bills are still due.

With that being said, let me tell you a little bit more.

I am a whore.

I have sex for money, but I consider myself more of a modern day geisha.  I get dressed up in make-up, high heels, tight dresses that may sometimes reveal my ass cheeks from time to time and I try to accentuate my double D breasts to lure the guys in.  I am not a prostitute...I do not own a corner, and you will not find me looking for customers on the corner.  I work in a Gentleman's Club and I use my art of conversation before I use the art of my mouth.

This blog is a spin off of the popular book "Belle du Jour: The Diary of an Unlikely Call Girl".

Until then...