Ava Adore

Shift: 07.11.10, 8pm-4am.

Thanks, new followers!

Okay, I’m a bad human being. Or bad blogger. Your choice. I went into work Friday too, but my weekend was so busy that I didn’t get to write up a summary. You didn’t miss much. Friday was uneventful (for me) and pulled in a grade of B- for the 6-2 shift.

On Saturday, Lilah threw Ry. a birthday party, which was awesome. Dy. and Ag. came as well, and Jo. did too for a hot minute before her ride had to chauffeur another girl. So that left me pretty wiped and I slept until 6pm Sunday, whereupon I woke up and hauled ass into the House.

We were all ‘miserable’ together, so it wasn’t so bad. I think Jo. was the only one mentioned who didn’t work the shift last night. Until about midnight, I had no relevant customers. I had one gent who woulda been a douchebag if I’d given him the time, but somewhere in between all his backhanded compliments, I walked away.

I sat with a kind gentleman, Andy, who had an interest in my gear: that is, I was wearing Lace Domme and he liked the idea of being put into handcuffs, so we got a 15 minute private. A few stage sets later and I danced with Chris, who was drunk but very fun. He was an ideal customer: knew what he wanted and was pleased with what he got.

So he got 1 dance from me, and then later did two double dances with both Lilah and I. “Vegas” Jeff came in for a visit, so we caught up with him, and I also had the pleasure of sitting with a young couple who was a friend of the bartender’s. They treated me to a glass of champagne, a shot, and tipped me well for talking with them.

Costumes were Cherry Kirsch, Lace Domme, and Miss Muppet. No new bruises. Got a lot of good stage tips last night. Gonna head into the House tonight again because Ny. is starting her first shift.

Douchebag Count: 1.
$hift Grade: A-

Strippercrushes

Alright… this is another one of those weird, strippers-only locker room conversations. As I’ve said before, it’s a whole other world with its own guidelines and we all recognize it; that was actually something Lo., Mi., and I were laughing about last night—how you could never repeat what we say ‘in public’ because it wouldn’t be taken the same way.

Context. The context is everything.

Anyway… Most of the girls have ‘strippercrushes.’ It’s like a straight girl saying “I’d go gay for so-and-so,” or the slang for the hetero-equivalent of “girlcrush”—which is to say, there’s a surface value to it. There is a quality about them which makes them crushworthy, were you to swing that way, but it’s not serious.

There’s a level of inaccessibility; most (though not all) “girlcrushes” are on celebrities, models, and so forth. In hetero-land, it often also involves a talent, like singing (e.g. Hayley Williams). And that’s valid, it’s nice to see people appreciated across spectrums and appreciated within the growing safety nets of expanding sexualities.

Strippercrushes are kind of like that.

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Play Within a Play

Those of you who have ever studied Shakespeare, performed theatre, or stepped inside a strip club have some idea… It’s all, to a degree, performance—and there are plays within plays. The audience changes, but the actors remain.

Respect and trust are key here. I’m friendly with all of the girls, but I’m just closer with a few, and some I will push more boundaries with than others because through experience I’ve come to trust them as performers.

This is vital concerning “bisexuality” in the workplace. I put this in air quotes because, currently, I am the only all-out lesbian at the House. There are a few authentic bisexuals—Dy. and Jn., for example—but most are just acting the play within the play.

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Shift: 05.31.10, 8pm-4am.

It was a good night. Everything came pretty easy to me. I was the first one up, since it was holiday, so we got shift pay (covers tip out +10!), and luck was in my favour: the first guy in the place took a shining to me.

His name was Al, or El, I think it was Al; his English was good but his accent was heavy. No dances, but he enjoyed tipping me, so I let him. He was a little grabby, but otherwise okay. Sets overall left me with over 100 singles, so I’m okay with that, too.

Some friends came in and I chilled with them and Dy. for a little while… Oh! Al paid to see me kiss Dy. and Ds., so I did. I have the life, I tell you. Last time, Lx. asked me if it was torture to work at the House as a lesbian: I said, only on the good days.

After that, I got heavily tipped for giving this very big man, Greg (not the regular), a massage; his whole back was a total mess of knots and hardness, it took all of my weight to really get at it, so the tips were appreciated. It was definitely work.

After the set that, thankfully, called my hands away from that, I got immediately called over by a younger, 20something gent named Tiger who proceeded to get 1 dance and 1 private with me. He was a gentleman and I enjoyed working with him very much.

Attempt #2 with handcuffs went a lot better. They went over particularly well in private (since it makes the boys not touch me!) and I got better using them on stage. Probably going to keep them in my repertoire, along with the fan and the riding crop.

Costumes tonight: Girl Friday, Hot for Teacher, Pixie.

Douchebag Count: 0.
$hift Grade: A

Shift: 05.27.10, 6pm-3am.

Whoakay… Lots to talk about, but my head feels like it’s splitting open, so I forget the memorable ‘did you really just say that?’ from last night, which goes to Greg. In other news, no new bruises… just made the one I had a helluvalot worse.

To start, it was dead slow until about 11pm. I mean dead. Like maybe four gents. So the lot of us just hung out and talked for a few hours. All my favourite girls were on—Ry. and Dy. and Rm. and Mi.—so I didn’t mind. Got closer with Jo., she’s a pretty cool girl.

Debuted my 2 new Porcelain songs and I love them. The verdict on handcuffs: Too soon to tell. First use was messy for stage, but I’m convinced to give it one more shot. Leading Jo. and Mi. around on them was, admittedly, fun.

New girl came in: Lx. I got a girlboner from the second I saw her and the bartenders helped me get her name. We hung out and talked quite a bit; she’s from California—surfer—moved for her boyfriend—boo—but has had relationships with girls—woo!

I want her for Christmas, please.

Got 1 dance from Greg, a gent who I’ve hung with before who is a cigar aficionado; got a private with Mi. and a new guy, very sweet, just got out of a marriage where he found his lady cheating on him. His name’s John Paul but I call him Jean Valjean.

Talked to a few other gents, and one, Marty, actually really and officially propositioned me for sex outside the club. He was so polite about it that it was really bizarre. Kind when I declined, however. Douchebaggery with class, and thusly, not a douchebag.

Douchebag Count: 0.
$hift Grade: B-

Shift: 05.19.10, 11pm-4am.

So with how there’s really been no money at the club lately, I decided to go in with Lilah for a late Wednesday shift to see if it was any better (as I am usually there Thursdays and Mondays). I got my Show Stopper outfit (see previous post) in the mail yesterday and thought I’d try it out, besides.

There wasn’t much of a spending difference. 1 dance, 1 douchebag, pretty average statistics lately, unfortunately. My first client was the dance/douche combo. I was called over by Douchebag of the Evening, who was there with a girl, Traci. She turned out to be very sweet and she is who received the dance. More on Dbag in a bit.

Then no one paid attention to me, so I did a costume change into what Ry. calls my “MILF” outfit: “muppet I’d like to fuck.” Don’t ask. It involves fluorescent fringe. That didn’t work out either, so I pulled out the big guns: Snow White. Why everybody loves Snow White, I don’t know, but I won’t complain.

So as Snow White I made my biggest tips of the night, first with a guy who was very close to being a Screwdriver except he was tipping Dy. and I very consistently. When we were clear there would be no ‘happy ending’ in a dance of any kind, he tipped each of us 20 to do a heavy makeout with each other. I was not going to complain.

Last set of the night, a group of 3 girls and a guy came in, around 3:15. The DJ was playing my main songs, Mirrors and Ka-boom Ka-boom, so I was rocking pretty hard. They made it rain for me, so it was a nice ending to the evening, and they were all sweet. A shame I couldn’t stay to chat with the place closing up.

No news is good news: Minor bruising, not worth adding to the war wounds gallery. I thought I was going to have way worse friction bruising from some of the spins I was doing, but so far, so good.

Douchebag Count: 1.
$hift Grade: D