Ava Adore

Shift: 06.13.10, 8pm-4am.

Slow Sunday… but still better than a usual Thursday.

Started out with John and Paul, a large Italian and skinny tattooed guy, respectively. John called me over because he liked my bum in the Cherry Kirsch outfit (and I have to agree; that’s why I bought it). He boisterously proclaimed he wanted a dance from me.

So the three of us got to talking and John has a wandering eye but Paul liked me even moreso, and tipped me continuously. He was shy but very funny, I enjoyed the time I spent bsing with him; he was actually the one I got the dance with.

After they left, I had another stage set, and was called over by the Douchebag Who Shall Not Be Named. I will refer to him by his Douchebag Code, which is “Money Talks,” and I will address his assholery in the next post.

Lastly, Steve and his friend came in (Lilah and I met Steve a different night when we’d talked tats and photography); apparently he’d been in a few times asking for me. He brought me a CD of his spoken word band and is bringing in photos of Dita for me tonight.

Steve got 3 dances from me. He’s a sweet and respectful guy. He actually tried to comfort me after the douchebaggery with Money Talks. Why can’t more gents be kinder? And not try to treat dancers like a) cheap whores or b) like a strip club is a 3D version of match.com?

No new bruises. Costumes: Cherry Kirsch, Sparkling Diamond, Lace Domme, Boifriend.

Douchebag Count: 1.
$hift Grade: B