Straight-laced by day
You never really know what people are into behind club doors
“So, do you get some really freaky customers?” my friend Mel asked me over lunch at our favorite burger joint.
“Depends what you class as freaky,” I pondered as I twisted my shoestring fry in the chipotle mayo - I’m definitely one of those people that order fries so I can use them as a scoop for maximum sauce.
“Usually they just want to chat and download. Sometimes I’ll get the odd guy wanting to sniff my g-string or take it home.”
“But that’s more annoying than freaky as it means I have to go out and buy another one.”
The sniffing does make me want to retch a little when I think of the workout I put my outfits through on stage, rolling around on the questionable floor and generally getting all hot and bothered. Some summer nights it gets uncomfortably hot, like dripping with sweat hot if you do anything more than walk seductively across the room. When I’m desperate for relief I go and sneak into the back-bar fridge to cool down.
“Actually there was one customer that refused to let me cool off the other night. He said he loved a sweaty woman.”
I remember dancing for him and feeling really uncomfortable that I wasn’t groomed to my usual standards. I just wanted to pick up the hair that felt like it was stuck to my back with sweat and towel myself off. But Scott seemed like he had the time of his life, rubbing his hands all over every inch of me he could reach. Even gave me a generous tip at the end of it.
“Ewwww,” Mel said, scrunching up her nose. “Gross.”
I don’t really tend to get many extreme fetish requests. I think I’m too ‘girly’ to be honest. And also, girls like Saskia and Jade do a much better job with these clients. They have the unflappable personality and the ‘don’t mess with me’ attitude that it takes to indulge some of these fantasies, especially when a bit of force or control is required.
When I first started dancing, I had a fantasy of my own. I wanted to dress in black latex, catwoman-esque vibes, thigh-high boots, and learn how to crack the whip on stage like some of the male strippers I’d watched. I wanted to feel the adrenaline of holding the sexual power and owning it (and look sexy while I was at it). I’m lucky I got to realize my fantasy a number of times over the years. I felt like I was prowling the club floor, it was such a rush.
It’s funny though, the more different fantasies and desires I’ve been exposed to at the strip club, the more ‘vanilla’ I’ve got with mine. I think part of it is desensitization. When you work in the sexual fantasy industry you come to a point where you’ve seen or heard it all. It stops being exciting after a while.
I think the other part is that I’ve been burnt in relationships where I wasn’t able to meet someone else’s fantasies sexually. Not because I’m a prude - an 8 person orgy just wasn’t something I could physically (or mentally) accommodate.
Don’t get me wrong, I love sex. And the build up before sex, sometimes that’s even better than the sex itself if there’s a skillful set of hands and mouth on the other end. That sexual rush is what got me up on stage to begin with.
The job just makes you a little cynical in some ways. You get a lot of demands on you physically with your body being the object of desire and satisfaction. With the customers that bark requests and expect you to bend and twist (sometimes literally) to meet their every whim, it’s hard to not feel like an object sometimes.
So I think I’m probably retaliating to this in some way and craving more of an emotional connection - with touch. I’d say that’s why most of my regular clients are more of the ‘girlfriend experience’ like clients. I just have that vibe.
You never know what’s going on in people’s lives. Sometimes the people with the most straightlaced jobs are the most freaky in bed. It reminds me of the math teacher that came to the club one night and wanted to drink our piss out of a wine glass.
You really just never know.
Meanwhile, here I am wanting a cuddle with no clothes on, our bodies pressed together, feeling the heat of him against me while our lips and hands explore…
Right, I’ve officially got myself all hot and bothered now.
I might need to go and find something, (or someone) to cool me off..