Ava Adore

Shift: 09.08.10, 6pm-2am.

Wednesday, I worked my ass off. I spent the entire night with the same client… Or is that plural? Anyway, I began with Bob (whom I’ll call Bobert) and in time Mike came to be included. More on that later.

So I forget if I’d even had first set yet, but I’m sitting on the end of the bar and Bob comes in and I say hello in my usual friendly way and he looks all offended, swearing that we’ve met before and why can’t I remember his name?

And I’m sitting there thinking, There’s no way I’ve seen him before—at least not in the past 6 months. The job has vastly improved my ability to remember names, yes, but I’ve always been good with faces and he doesn’t look familiar to me.

Now, I can be confused with other dancers. That hasn’t happened much since I dyed my hair blonde and pink, but when I was brunette I got confused with Ry. If we had met, I would have been brunette, and she would have still worked at the House.

But no, he swears he knows me, and I’m like, okay, let’s start over. And that was the beginning of a very long and lucrative night. I got about 5 dances from him over the course of the night and another 3 from his friend Mike, whom Lilah was sitting with.

It felt like a surreal party. We had a great time, drank and bullshitted and performed and laughed. Mike even bought me a new stage costume. It got even more surreal when we suggested we go for a Private, and they actually said they’d rather pay us.

That’s usually code for ‘I’ll give you $20 maybe to shut up,’ but they did actually pay us the going rate for private dances, though my gent needed a little gentle prodding from Mike. All in all a good night, including tag-team performance. I’ll let Lilah tell that.

Douchebag Count: 0.
$hift Grade: A+