Since I worked there over 3 years I thought I need to pay some respects to that part of my life. I've decided to share some random events I experienced.
I spent most days watching the other girls for new tricks to try. Velvet is a tall drink of water lol. Legs for days, lucious skin, body like a 12 year old boy, and just enough attitude to seduce anyone. Watching her move on stage was like laying in the ocean, smooth and gentle waves rocking back and forth. ?- Hard Out Here For a Pimp
Safire is a tiny box of fire and spunk. Her toddler was almost her size. That girl had so much energy! During day shifts, 4:00 was crunk time. Thats when the Bacardi hit her and we the best show of the day. The bpm of her music skyrocketted. She got up on stage and got crunk. (Which is the worst phrase but its what she did lol) Working with her never failed to be awesome.
Karyzmah, my girl, danced a lot like Velvet with a bit more umph. She could lay on her back, bring her legs up and her feet would touch the ground. Kelis- Blindfold Me.
Destiny was my "trainee;" she came to Cordial not knowing really how to dance. We spent many afternoons on stage trying pole tricks.
Jazzmine was the whitest black girl. She routinely said "oh my gawd" which was always followed by a chorus of "becky, look at her butt" from the rest of us. She danced like Safire calmed down. She was as ghetto as the rest of the night girls.
Paige was my crush. Tiny, Latina body with huge ghetto ass. She was by far the nicest girl there. No one had an issue with her.
My major (and only) issue at Cordial was Kitty, and Raya, by association. Girl could dance but has so much drama that she causes then wants pitty for that it aint worth it. There have been many afternoons she had too many tequilas and sat at the bar screaming and crying. I walked out in the middle of a shift for her and Raya. Instead of being mature and working together but ignoring each other, the two of them gossip to customers about me and made rude comments in my direction in front of customers. I"d had enough. I got a call that night from Debbie appologizing for their behavior and I did return to work for a while.
I had to earn my way with the girls and with certain customers. I was a white girl from the burbs who wasn't drugged out, who didn't even drink for the first two years of employment. The day girls, especially Safire, Velvet and Paige, helped me accomplish that. They were my buffer to the others. I had no problem with the older black gentlemen once they heard my music and saw me dance. I have a thing for the older soul and R&B, always have. The young thugs pissed me off; they assumed I wasn't as nice or intelligent as I am and threw their game at me.
I had a lot of fun some of the nights I came in to sell clothes. By the end, more customers knew who I was than employees. There's a high turnover rate among the dancers but between Big Joe, Little Joe, Debbie, Mike, and Tiffany, you never knew who would be at the door or at the bar. During a time where I was working there regularly, I had an incident with a doorman who didn't recognize me in clothes and wouldn't let me in to sell outfits.
The bathroom was the place for deep conversation although we rarely had tp or a working flusher. My favorite was Chocolate, Me and Paige. Paige has been with a lot of the girls who are in and out of the club and Chocolate and I were critiquing some of her not-so-savory choices like Kitty (who has been with many of the guys in and out of the club) and Angel (white baby mama in her 40s, all her kids by diff dads, stayed with guys who beat her, mullet, danced while bruised up, supposedly a madame, all around skeez). Paige was so blitzed. She agreed with us but said Angel at least knew what she was doing.
During a pole trick, my shoe flew across the room and almost hit Precious.
Chris the Dj and Angela the bartender got married but before that, Chris cheated with a dancer named Cheena. Cheena's girlfriend got into it with Chris and stabbed him in the leg. He got another woman pregnant when Angela and him were broken up after that incident. Angela forgave him.
Then there was that day Mike from the kitchen got into it with Kitty (not unusual) on the floor (not unusual) and pushed her off her shoes. That was hilarious and of course I was on stage so I had a prime view.
Mike and I had many intellectual conversations in that kitchen; both killing time before we have to reenter "the real world" which strip clubs are exempt from, trust me.
I think I'm empty for now, will write more when fog passes over again.
0 comments:
Post a Comment