Pssst… You Won’t Believe What Foxxxy Did…

I HATE drama. I hate people who cause drama even more…

At the strip club, most of the strippers are in what I call, arrested development. For some reason, no matter how old most strippers are, they seem to be stuck back in grade school. The way strippers gossip is way worse than any game of telephone I can imagine. When a stripper walks by while someone is telling a story, it makes no difference that she does not know the whole story because whatever parts she hasn’t heard, she will just make up as she tells it to another stripper. I believe all strippers should be writers because let me tell you, they are not only avid talkers but more creative than anyone I know…

Another thing they are good at is slightly altering the story so it seems that they were somehow directly involved in situation even when they have absolutely no clue what they’re talking about!!!

There I sat, in Stripperclub One’s dressing room, again… on the wrong side of the vanity, just about to enjoy the lemon chicken in front of me and… NO FORK! Damn it!!! I created a few new words to describe my feeling and spoke them under my breath while looking for something that could be used as a fork… No luck… So I stole Serenity’s fork… (Hey we’ve kissed before no biggy right?)

I sat down and started to eat with one hand and re-curl my hair with the other, when one of the night girls plopped down in the chair next to me. She dramatically sighed and started talking…In my head I wonder why do they always come sit next to me and want to TALK like we know each other??? I continued my rant in my head until I was interrupted by my name…  “and you know Foxxxy? You won’t believe what happened, girl…”

Wait! Whwww.foxxxylaydeeez.comat? Do I know you? I turned in my chair and leaned over a little, “ What about Foxxxy?”

“Well you won’t believe what she was doing in a bedroom dance the other day…”she continued to explain what I did and I just stared at her with my mouth open… Wow, how’d I manage to bend that way? I will have to ask myself and see if I can teach me how to do that!!!

Finally I couldn’t control myself anymore.

“Ummm you do know I AM Foxxxy… Right?”

That shut her up!

You’re A Stripper and… You Can Read

I completely understand the concept “Money good, poverty bad. (The most intelligent thing ‘Bob’ has ever said!)” It would also stand to reason that most people would want to maximize there earning potential when at all possible, especially when all you have to do is sit next to someone and look pretty…

There wasn’t a day that went by, that a manager didn’t come to me and tell me to go sit with customers and constantly remind me, “You are missing out on money when you don’t sit with the customers…”

Some may think I was a lazy stripper… and I may very well have missed out on alot of money because I refused to sit next to customers… but my refusals probably kept me out of jail and prevented the club from being sued. Bottom line is; I made what I needed. Besides I have never ever said I wanted to be rich! Only that I want to have enough money to get by without worrying.

I hate fake people and I am not a good liar. Yep so, stripper is the ideal job for me!!!! (Sarcasm at its finest again!) I avoid socializing most of the time because I am a little too honest and sometimes can’t help pointing out that you are an idiot if you are. And I certainly couldn’t sit there and pretend I am interested in what the customers were say nor could I let the customer think he had a chance of actually taking me home… I also have a hard time sympathizing with the guy who wants to sit there and complain about himself and exaggerate about how great they are… How can I sit there and agree when you’ve left your wife at home, lying to her that you had to work late? Ok so maybe not every customer is like that and sometimes I would sit with a customer…

 

I’m not big on chaos, so working in totally nude clubs and on day shift, suited me just fine. Not only was day shift a slow relaxed pace but also didn’t have as much competition. A lot of the time it was dead, so we sat around smoking and waiting for customers. Even when things picked up, I got away with a lot of slacking… any other stripper would have been fired! Why did I get special treatment? Well I was a different kind of stripper… Where do I start? Let’s see…

I was always early for my shift… I was ready to walk on stage as soon as I got to the club… Timothy new he could always count on me to cover the stage if needed (once we only had three girls on shift and I wound up on stage every six minutes)… I would dance to just about whatever the DJ wanted to play (with the exception of Rue Paul)… I always tipped my DJ and Waitresses well and I never participated in drama!

So, if I was having a lazy day and just wanted to Blah all shift long, I could. You could often find me sitting on the first couch on the platform. You have no idea how many times I was asked why I always sat in that particular spot when there were other areas that were popular hang outs. Sometimes I forget, what is obvious to me may not be so obvious to others. So until I realized this is such the case, I would answer the question vaguely.

The truth was, I liked this spot because it was under one of the few dim lights, bright enough to allow me to read.

One day I was sitting there reading when a customer waltz in… our first customer of the day. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him eyeballing me as he shuffled around to find a seat. I did not have to look up to know he was sitting somewhere in the first row of tables but purposely not at the tip rail so he could get a free show… “Foxxxy standby…” Timothy announced and I was already walking toward the stage.

I finished my set, saw no tip, exited the stage, went back to my couch and continued reading where I left off. Timothy played a long, time killer song. I could feel Mr. Cheapo staring at me… The next girl did her thing on stage… still no tip… she asked for a dance and was turned down…. Oh joy, Foxxxy’s turn again. (Why are there never any girls there when the club had customers and never any customers when the girls are there?)

No tip again. OK Timothy had already started making comments to make the guy feel like a douchebag and break down and tip; ok my turn Mr. Douche…. I sat down on front center stage tip rail, staring Mr. Douche down. They always start to fidget a little and shift their weight when my stare is getting unbearable. It almost took the entire song before Mr. Douche finally gave up two bucks… Exiting stage, I retuwww.foxxxylaydeeez.comrned to my book. Out of the corner of my eye, again I saw him approach.  I looked up at him and understood how animals at the Zoo must feel.

Mr. Douche was definitely confused. Then he asked the stupidest thing… “Ummm are you reading??” I thought to myself, no dumb ass the book is a cover for what I am really doing… “Yes…” I answered…. He stayed there for a moment in silence, then repeated his question.

I wanted to ask him if I were unknowingly speaking a foreign language but instead I answered, “I know it is hard to believe but I can feed and dress myself too!” Just when I thought, he couldn’t possibly say something more stupider, “Really?”

Smartass by nature, I simply said “No not really…” and ignored whatever he said after that…

***Side Mission*** The Sacred Dressing Room

Life is full of ironies. Let’s talk ‘dressing rooms.’ For some reason, those who are not strippers are intimidated by the strippers’ dressing room. It is like a taboo of the highest kind… Do they really think upon crossing the threshold an omniscient voice will thunder “Infidel” if you are not a stripper? Well now that I think about it, there is an omniscient voice but I always called him Timothy and the voice was saying ‘check sound’, not so much “Infidel!”  I definitely see how the two could easily be confused… (That was sarcasm in case you couldn’t tell.) Right… Focus Foxxxy!

OK so here is the truth about the dressing room… Brace yourselves, I am about to dispel a lot of fantasies… The dressing room is a public rest room with lots of mirrors and counter space! There it is… The truth!!!

 

I know it is hard to believe magic does not take place back there… Girls walk in looking like hell, dressed in rags, slippers and if you’re lucky, the rats nest of hair is at least pulled up into a pony tail… Then an hour and a half later that same girl walks out, drop dead gorgeous. Ok so maybe I can see how one may be led to believe there is something magic going on…

Trust me, there is NOTHING glamorous about the dressing room. In fact, an outsider would probably think it was downright disgusting. Picture this for a moment… Go back to the locker room from High School… Now replace the center lockers with a very large vanity mirror and counter-tops with electrical outlets running all the way down. Now imagine the brightest, hottest light bulbs you can find and run those all the way across the top. (We need those light bulbs so we don’t have to depend on the little, flickering one over our heads. Ha ha… That was a joke… See I have a sense of humor.) Next, take a bag of makeup, some curling irons, blow driers and other bathroom appliances and dump it all over the counter in a huge pile… Perfect, now repeat until the entire counter is full! Now imagine the smell of the perfume section of a department store just after a child has sampled each perfume then add stale cigarette smoke.  (Almost done… you are doing well!) Now scatter a few strippers around.

Now here is the important part… At least one of the girls should be on their cell phone talking about who she screwed the night before, a few should be chatting with each other at the top of their lungs (probably trying to talk over the gwww.foxxxylaydeeez.comirl on the phone), and another should be eating a salad or Chinese food. NOW *** ENTER next girl for stage***  She will stand right next to the girl eating, lift her leg, grab a fresh tampon hustle into a stall, re-emerge seconds later, do something that look extremely dangerous with some scissors (**hears her intro for stage**) rush back to the girl eating bend over, then ask politely, “My string isn’t showing is it?” (This isn’t even the amazing part…) The amazing part is that the girl eating will stop to focus her attention and answer, “No, you’re good.” And pick her salad back up and resume eating just as nothing even happened.

Yeah… Stripper dressing rooms are HOT.

Foxxxy doesn’t do Rue Paul Well…

www.foxxxylaydeeez.comFoxxxy was popular among the DJs because she danced to anything the DJs played and in some cases of operator error even to silence.

Timothy once told a new DJ, “Play anything for her and she will make it sexy!!!” Awwww you’re too kind. So many times, I would pick up the intercom for check sound and just say surprise me… or you know what to play…

Timothy and I were at Tiny D’s one day and surprisingly it was busier than usual on day shift. I just finished a private dance when Timothy asked me to check sound. I just give him a shrug in the security camera and he knew to play whatever… One last glance in the mirror… there’s my name… and enter…. I froze…

What is this?

This cannot be for me…. Rue Paul “Work it? “  Timothy must have fell and hit his head. I immediately turned and walked off stage… Timothy gave my intro again…. Still no Hennessy on stage… Timothy made a comment about the invisible dancer… and tried to coax me onto the stage. By the fourth intro, I was already in my street clothes and walking out the door. The manager barked at me to get on stage, when I continued toward the exit he warned me if I left don’t bother coming back. Don’t worry; I said in my head, I wasn’t planning on it. I was so relieved that I didn’t have a split personality anymore. And so there was no more Hennessy…

I had been dancing for about two years at this point…  I was in the best shape of my life physically and mentally. Since my self esteem was at an all time high, its no wonder that I was ready to make some changes in my life.Up  until this point of my life, I suffered from depression. When I was a teenager I had been diagnosed with everything from OCD to Bipolar Disorder. At the time I had been prescribed Zoloft, Temazepam and Xanex, they said I needed theses medications as part of my ongoing treatment and therapy. For all these years prior to this, doctors insisted that I had mental issues and could not function without medication… Turns out all I needed was a divorce! As soon as my husband (ex) moved out I stopped taking all the prescriptions and wound up feeling better than I had ever felt! Go figure, right!

Wrong Club You Freak

Floorwalkers are like bouncers, they walk around making sure everyone is behaving, as they count dances so the girls can’t rob the poor club of money due to them. On day shift, the DJ is the floorwalker. Floorwalkers do not start until 5 pm. Floorwalkers see day split personality'shift girls on stage and probably recognize a few but know every one of the 150 + night shift girls. Sometimes the club picks up around 5 pm and gets busy… it is hard for the DJ to keep track of girls coming on shift while trying to keep an eye on the day girls so they don’t rob him of his hard earned tip. When it starts picking up and the floorwalkers are there, they are supposed to let the DJ know if the girl is in a dance when the DJ checks sound. Check sound is the way the DJ gives the girls a heads up that they are next and they can request specific music. It also gives the floorwalkers the chance to let the DJ know if the next girl is in a private dance and to go onto the next girl. Girls are fined a late stage fee if they are called and do not appear on stage… Therefore, communication is really important. (Thus the reason floorwalkers are tipped very well).

Timothy, a floorwalker and I were goofing off just chatting… when Hennessy (my alter ego) came up. Keep in mind I am at Stripperclub One… Just before Foxxxy is due on stage, I am asked for a private dance. Mid-song, I hear Timothy check sound for ‘Courvoisier.’ Ha Ha Timothy, very funny… like these idiots are gonna know that Hennessy and Courvoisier are both Cognac and figure out you are checking sound for me! Wait a second… FUCK! And we aren’t even at Tiny D’s (WRONG CLUB EINSTEIN!) OK there is about a minute and a half between sets. I can do this.

The guy took forever to tip me… I snatched the money out of his hand and mumbled thanks as I turn to dash for the stage. No time for panties, but shoes were on but not buckled “Heeeeeere’s Foxxxy…” Stumbling, out of breath… don’t forget to smile and look seductive. My face must have had “holy shit” written all over it… And there is Timothy pointing and laughing… as I attempted to look sexy and buckle my shoe… He announces over the mic… ‘sorry Foxxx I was a little confused…’ nodding my head and rolling my eyes I made it through the set and made a decent amount of tips on stage for it too!

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Split Personalities

No problem Garters-stockingsat all, until Foxxxy was needed at Tiny D’s a short while later. I clocked in as Foxxxy and was told to pick another name, Foxy was already taken. What?!?!?!? Management are a bunch of idiots, Foxxxy was no longer in the systems at Tiny D’s… Great now what? Can’t remember who, but someone suggested Hennessy. Good of name as any I suppose.

In the grand scheme of things, management was stupider than I originally thought. The urgency for transferring the DJ must have been slightly premature because guess who was needed back at Tiny D’s? This was not necessarily a bad thing, more confusing than anything. Turns out my DJ worked shifts with me at both clubs. Great, now the DJ gets to share my split personality too! Foxxxy at Stripperclub One and

Hennessey at Tiny D’s… easy enough? Yeah right.

We are going to call my DJ Timothy because he hates that name and it annoys him that he lets me get away with calling him that! So a little about Timothy.. He is a kick ass DJ… the BEST!!! He does awesome lighting and smoke effects onstage and keeps the crowd excited. He promotes the girls and offers deals that won’t make the girls work for free and is the trivia king of almost all music, but especially the 80s (my fave). He knows what music to play for the crowd and what to say to get the lame customers enjoying a free show to fess up some tips. Even better, Timothy is not only a great DJ but a great friend too; always makes you to smile no matter how much you don’t want to. So it boils down to simple concepts… Timothy is a good friend! And the best part is that he loves to joke and since we both share a sick sense of humor when it comes to confusing others and Darwinism is the root of our evil!!!

Combine all that with my new stripper split personality and you see sanity is hard to find….

Foxxxy

Wednesday was finally here, my first day to officially start at Tiny D’s. I already had my hair and makeup done when I got to the club. Club opens at 11 am and I was there by 10:30, ready to go on stage by 10:45 am. Only one problem… no customers… there goes that light bulb again…. No other girls yet either… I am literally here all by myself!!! Off to the stage I went… I danced to music in my head… eyes closed, imagining a crowd of people… song over… ****CLAP CLAP CLAP*** Wow my imagination is good…. My eyes popped open, I almost screamed, there was the DJ sitting center stage…. Awe he even had two dollars on the tip rail for me… how nice, still a little creepy, but at least he was tipping…

The Dj and I talked about the music I dance to, how long I had been dancing, what kind of stage effects I like (stage effects??? Idk surprise me. ) We laughed and I allowed some of my sarcastic personality come through. I was glad to have an ally on my first day at the new club. After a couple of girls came in, I noticed on the white board next to the DJ booth, was the stage rotation list for the girls. The only name on there was Foxxxy… as more girls were ready for the stage, their names were added to the list under Foxxxy… Oh… There is that light bulb again…. Awe… Foxxxy is born….

Before I knew it almost a year went by, and of course, things just couldn’t stay the same… It never fails, every time something is going smoothly and I am content, my world has to be tossed upside down. My DJ was being transferred to a sister club… all kinds of changes were in the works…. Before I knew it Fred was already at the sister club and the new DJ just sucked… I was miserable and told my DJ how miserable I was all the time. I also told him how much his replacement sucked which he didn’t mind so much.

Finally, my DJ suggested I audition at the sister club. They were looking for girls and Tiny D’s was slow. Duh!!! Guess my light bulb burned out… Stripperclub One was more than happy to have me but Tiny D’s did request I return when they were short on girls… No problem here…

WTF Spinning Poles?!?!?!?!?!?

Back to my list….. hmmm Tiny D’s (ok not the real name but you get the drift). I’ve seen the marque for this one! And the logo is really cute!!!! Audition!!!! Yeah!!!! I was confident, now that I was a pro and all… And what I mean by pro is that I can dance in my heel and actually get my clothes off with little disaster… Go Foxxxy!!!  My audition was announced and ‘Sir Psycho Sexy’ started to play. I walked out on stage (from the dressing room entrance, how cool is that!!!), doing well so far, haven’t fallen…. Yet… Ok, reaching for the pole, grabbing the pole, partial spin…. Holy hell what the fuck just happened??? The pole moved… I caught myself before falling to the death of my ego… Shit! Someone could have warned me about the spinning pole!

Another light bulb flickered above my head… so that is how they spin around the pole like nothing to it…. Audition was over and I was surprised that they asked me back after the look of death I flashed the manager and the DJ as I saved my ego’s life onstage. After I agreed to a schedule, it was time for me to come up with a stage name….  Paige… Ok the DJ said and added…”Paige for now but its temporary… we will change it in a few days…” I wanted to ask what was all this ‘we’ stuff… but figured I really didn’t want to have to do another audition, so I smiled and left.

Next…

Let’s review… needed a job… found a club to hire me… spent $150 on a costume… spent $90 on shoes…. Increased smoking habit $20… gas looking for shoe store $15… week worth of tips for the waitress $30… My actual income was about $80 for baring it all!

****Wow two posts in one day, I am living on the edge!!!****

www.foxxxylaydeeez.comCut my losses and find a different career? No not Foxxxy, Foxxxy must try, try again. Hmmmmmm lets see exactly how many strip clubs are in Vegas…. I will choose one with a better name, one that does not elude Hoes work at it…. Pussycats? No sounds a little too experienced! Cheetah’s? Nope have to be 21 years old, serves alcohol. Wait I just came from a club that had a bar… I didn’t have any problem with age… “Was it a reputable club?” the person on the phone asked.

I assumed that was a rhetorical question and said good-bye. I was half way done with my list and then the little light bulb above my head flickered… The topless clubs serve alcohol so you have to be over 21…. So that means… I felt the smile slink off my face… Next on the list was Striptease… Hey there is a movie named Striptease, it must get lots of business and be awesome!! I walked in for my audition. At first, I stood in the entrance with my mouth open, just staring… It was huge! Look at the stage!!! It was Huge!!! OMG!!! Look at the dressing room! It was Huge!!! Look at the shift schedule! It was Huge!

I was in awe of Striptease and honestly never thought they would actually hire me… with it being Huge and all. They liked Foxxxy and wanted her to stay and work on the spot… Now I need a stage name…. I am so unprepared!!! How about Stephanie? The manager looked at me, looked at my ID, looked back at me and said, “Usually the stage name is different from your real name, you know for privacy purposes and of course your safety…” Oh, ok… hmmmm Paige? And it was so…. Don’t tell anyone but I tricked that manager… Paige is my middle name… lol see now who is laughing???

So for about three months, I practiced and learned and watched… I was doing pretty well, when the manager started strongly suggesting I switch to a night shift. I didn’t want a night shift I wanted to work normal job hours… Another week or two and the manager decided I was going to work nights. I gave it a try… After one night I quit…

Off Topic….. Sort of

In my last post I wrote about the importance of shoes. It has been several years since I have been a stripper and yet shoes are still haunting me. Now, in a marketing position, I am find myself standing all day. Because this is a new job, I have to start out in the field and work my way up to management. In the past, I have more than enough sales experience, never had a problem selling anything before, it was putting up with the customers that caused me problems… and anyone who knows me would tell you Foxxxy has no problem talking!

So, there I am at work, my second day in the field… realizing I would be standing for several hours, I dressed in flats. The day before, I was only doing intro but today I would be pitching, or at least so I thought… So I approach my first customer, get my intro out and turn and burn… Out of the corner of my eye, I see the customer following me back to the booth. I know my pitch inside and out, I feel confident. We reach the both and I open my mouth… “This is our most popular piece…” Wait! Nothing came out… and now there are no thoughts in my head… I’m blank… I look helplessly at the Mage (I call him that because the guy training me is into D & D) and he takes over.

OK, pull it together Foxxxy, Its only natural to have stage fright… never mind that you had no problem getting naked in front of total strangers with no problem, you’ll be fine with the next customer.

By the end of my shift, I had only stumbled through a handful of pitches. Oh this is bad. I discussed my problem with several resources through the day with no help, we were all stumped.

The next day, I wore my heels. Pitched all day long with no problem. Could it be the shoes?

Evidently, my confidence is in my shoes and when I don’t wear my heels, I loose about 4 inches of confidence. So my new dilemma is whether or not coming home every night with swollen, aching feet are worth it!

What other choice do I have?

Shoes really close the deal!!!

Shoes Close The Deal

I was unaware of how impstripper shoesortant shoes are to an outfit. Even less, was I aware that men really are into shoes. Sure, they make jokes at women and their 101 pairs of shoes but turns out, men are just as much into shoes as women are. I, on the other hand, am not fond of shoes. Being flat-footed makes just about any normal shoe uncomfortable, not to mention the shoes that try to bend your feet in an unnatural way.

I didn’t expect to make tons of money from the start, I was still learning, after all,  but after a week or two the house was still taking pity on me by waiving my stage rent, in addition to giving me $2 from the register for the jukebox. I was a little discouraged, to say the least. Finally, I asked one of the girls what I was doing wrong. I was surprised that she was so willing to give honest feedback. It turned out the feedback was even helpful.

I learned, in addition to experience, I needed to be more outgoing, more confident and most important, I needed new shoes. Outgoing… ok for me this was sort of an ongoing project. It was hard for me to lose the ‘I have no desire to speak to you’ vibes; and since I never really thought of myself as attractive, much less worthy of  being paid to show my body… well I understood these two components; but shoes, really? Can the customers even see feet up there and aren’t they looking at other parts a little more interesting than feet? After my mind processes the most obvious questions and I had time to think a little more on the subject, I realized shoes may actually be the key. Think about it, what other accessory can change the entire look of an outfit? What other accessory can change a person’s physical appearance? What do I have to lose? It may be nice to be taller than 4 foot 11 anyway….

Remembering my first stripper gear shopping experience, I knew that there were a ton of different styles of stilettos to choose from. So how do I pick? Ahhhh back to my old friend Lycos!!! The things you can learn from the internet… I was shocked to find out that stilettos do a whole lot more than you realize!!!

The most important contribution shoes can make to your appearance has to do with posture (so to speak), the higher the heel incline the harder the muscles in your thighs and butt work, making for a tight ass and nicely shaped legs. Don’t stop there is more! Heels also work muscles in your abdomen and pelvis helping tone your tummy and strengthening those private muscle (Yes ladies wearing high heels not only gives you a nice ass and defines thigh muscles but they can physically help your sex life too!).

Of course, heels are not fashion’s magic wand; you cannot simply put your foot in the shoe and PRESTO –Change-o turn yourself into every man’s dream. You must have a special talent to wear high heels and achieve sexiness… OK, OK so talent maybe the wrong term to use, one can learn how to be sexy in heels and rarely does one naturally have the ability to put heels on for the first time and hold on to the ability to gracefully walk. Let’s be honest many of us don’t have the ability to gracefully walk barefoot. lol

It would be awesome if stilettos came with an instruction manual. There are many things I find myself thinking would be nicer if it came with instruction, while other things I find myself thinking, ‘Really???? It was necessary to kill a tree and waste time writing instructions???? Where is Darwin when you need him?” OK I know… Foxxxy! Focus… Wearing heels…

First, you have to find the right size shoe. If you are buying heels between 2-3.5 inches, choose a shoe that is a half size larger than your normal shoe size; heels 4-6 inches, choose a shoe one size larger than your normal shoe size and any size higher than 6.5, choose a shoe one and a half sizes larger than your normal shoe size. This is not a fail-safe formula but a good guideline to start. I would not recommend starting out with the highest heel if you have never worn stilettos before but I know that there are some that like to walk on the edge! But for the record, I warned you…

Now that you have the heels, wait until you get home and are alone to practice walking in them. Unless, of course you enjoy making friends and family or even total strangers laugh, in which case I suggest forget walking… go ahead put them on and sprint across the room… better yet sprint up and down your incline driveway and try a staircase right away!!!

When you are wearing your high heels, you want the shoe to fit snug, but not so much that your foot is sweaty, your toes are squished and you can’t wiggle them. Avoid wearing your heels without stockings. Wearing them bare will cause your feet to sweat and rub blisters, plus it is hard to get that smell out of the shoe and everytime you wear them your feet will smell too.

You also do not want the shoe to be too loose. Loose high heels can lead to serious pain and at the very least, damage to your ego. Loose high heel will force you to tense the muscles in your foot because you will crunch your toes to keep the shoes on while in stride. Loose heels are likely to trip you when your heel slips up and the heels drags across the ground or in a crack. Loose heels cause you to walk stiff which defeats the purpose of wearing them since you can’t be stiff and graceful at the same time.

Always practice on flat, solid floor to begin with; take 6-8 small, slow steps; then turn; continue in a figure eight pattern, increasing your pace until you are walking at a normal pace and feel comfortable in your heels.

When walking in heels, remember to pull your shoulders back. Sometimes this is not as easy as it sounds, especially if you are exhausted or new to walking in heels. If you do not pull your shoulders back, you will look like the hunchback of Notre Dame and may as well coin the quote, “Yezzzz, Master…”

As you step, focus your weight on the ball of your foot. Your heel should not ever touch the floor with weight on it but this does not mean walk on your toes. You will take smaller steps than normal but do not take micro steps. Keep your toes facing forward and knees together.

Sounds easy? Chest out, hips relaxed, knees together, slightly bent, small steps, ball of feet… Good! Now walk…

You will practice and practice and practice some more. Then you will stop and realize, “Hey wait a minute, I’m doing it!!!!”

Now, I may have forgotten to mention one little thing, nothing big… after walking in heels for the first time for even a short session, the balls of your feet will hurt like you don’t even know, and even worse the next day. In fact, the next day your butt, thighs, calves, ankles, feet and toes will ache. You may not even want to get out of bed, but it is important that you make yourself walk in the heels again the very next day and the next and the next, no matter how much it hurts. Before you know it, a week will have gone by and you won’t be aching anymore. We (women) go through torture more often than not to achieve sexy, you should be used to this by now! Of course, as with anything, though there are good results, wearing heels is not without its risks. Aside from the obvious potential injury, like breaking a bone or spraining your ankle; wearing heels can cause permanent changes in the muscle, tendon and joint structure in your ankles and legs, this can be avoided by alternating heel sizes instead of wearing the same size heel consistently. If you change heel height regularly there is a good chance that you avoid permanent damage! Doctors used to believe that high heels caused osteoporosis and other related medical conditions; however, science has disproved this myth.  So wear those sexy heels… torture yourself as much as you want….

How Much For That Eye Patch?!?!

www.foxxxylaydeeez.comThe manager did have a point, I could use the money I would have spent  on the Sheriff’s Card to buy something to wear that was a little more appropriate for my new career. Besides, how much could a few outfits cost? There isn’t much fabric, just a few scraps of material with a string to keep them together, right? Now I just had to figure out how to ask daddy for a loan and then where to go for stripper gear.

First things first, ask daddy for a loan. So here goes… “Hi daddy, Guess what? I got a job!!!” After some congrats… “I was wondering… can I borrow some money… See Daddy’s Little Girl is going to be baring it all for any paying customer to see, but I need a sexy little something to encourage the customers to pay…”

“Sure baby, what was the name of this fine establishment? “ as I hear the gun safe open.

Ok that isn’t how it went at all… “…if I can borrow a little bit of money, I have to buy a uniform for my new job.”

Now, with a hundred dollars from daddy and the little money I scraped together for the Sheriff’s Card, I still needed to know where to buy stripper gear… Google to the rescue! Well back then I think it was Lycos, but you know what I mean…

My search only returned a few results, but that was ok with me! I hate shopping, so the less places I have to go to, the better. So off I went to shop with my friend (hmmmmmm, let’s call her Sandy).  After driving around for over an hour and still not finding the it, so I marked off the first place on my list… Next… From the outside,  this place looked so sleazy, I wouldn’t even buy something for my dog (and I strongly believe dogs are a waste of fur), let alone buy something for myself, so Sandy and I didn’t even bother getting out of my car… Reviewing my list, I didn’t even bother to go to the next few but the last one was right around the corner from my apartment, so I figured we should give it a shot. Again, I can’t say the actual name of the place but Naked Necessities would be synonymous with the real name of this “boutique.”

We pulled into the parking lot and parked. Not too bad, so here goes nothing. We walked in and the place was a ghost town. No customers and no cashiers. I jumped when I heard a voice call out from what I assumed was a dressing room area, ‘be with you in just a second,’ followed by muffled voices. Sandy and I started looking around. “Ummm I wonder how you put this on?” I asked Sandy. “Or where exactly this goes?” We giggled until we saw the prices.

Sandy held up, what I thought could easily pass as an eye patch for the pirate’s costume and mouthed to me ‘T-W-E-N-T-Y E-I-G-H-T D-O-L-L-A-R-S!’ I was speechless (which is a very rare thing for me) as it registered in my mind I would only be getting one outfit today, if I was lucky.

The maid costume was really cute and it was practical since you could wear the hair band, gloves and choker with the bra, panties and skirt for a complete costume; or just the skirt, panties and top or just the top and panties or just the gloves, choker and hair band… Ok you get the point. I really liked how the top made my boobs look great, and the best part of all was the bra had padding that could be replaced with bigger padding and I could put my tips in the pocket too. OK the padding did not impress me half as much as it did the obviously gay guy selling it, in fact I had to take all the padding out and stuff my boobs in it just to make my 32 DD’s fit in the top to begin with but hey, whatever floats your boat.

Sandy argued that a few other outfits were cute, but the maid outfit won overall. The grand total was $147. As I paid for my stuff I couldn’t help buy wonder how much the costume cost to make, five dollars???… there had to be less than five dollars worth of material…. Sheesh!

Damn It Costs Alot To Get A Job!!!

Ok on to my next dilemma, Sherriff’s Card… How was I going to get money to get a Sherriff’s Card, the last one I got was $200 +. I can’t afford… Oh, wait the last one I got hasn’t expired yet!!!  Maybe I can use that one…

“Wait, did you say Child Care?” was exactly what the manager said when I asked if I could use the card I already had. “They fingerprinted you for this card?” I was in complete awe after this question… Ummm hello, CHILDCARE, of course they fingerprinted me, in addition to running a complete background check on both my financial and criminal history, you retard! The manager acted as if stripping required way more precautions than caring for someone’s child.

“When does it expire?” It was like I could hear the gears turning in his head. “Ok that is just a few month away. Until you get the proper card, if anyone asks, you will be renewing it soon for the correct one but we didn’t see the point in wasting money changing it since it expired soon.” Sure, dude, whatever helps you sleep at night. Mr. helpful manager was even nice enough to suggest I use the time and money I save to shop for stripper gear!

After hanging up, I couldn’t help myself from laughing out loud, literally. Really, what’s going to happen? Stripper police going to arrest me and throw me in jail for life because I have the wrong card type?? Hello, I think they would be too busy investigating my new place of employment and what really happens behind those curtains. You know the ones, the privacy curtains for the “PRIVATE DANCES” where there is hardly space, between the couch and the curtain, to stand. OMG! I was going to have to find out what goes on behind the curtains at some point. **Cringe!**

Oh well, I’ll deal with that when the time comes… On to the next mission for now… Stripper Gear…

How hard can this be??? <<<<<<Famous last words….

 

My first tip!!! $4

So we left off at the manager asking me what I planned to audition in…

The manageimagesr walked me to the dressing room, which was located through the back, outside in a trailer. He introduced me to one of the three girls working and asked her to explain things to me since I had never done this before. Eagerly the girl agreed and dove right into everything faster than I could keep up.

Finally, she asked me if I would like to borrow an outfit for my audition. I was trying to take it all in! What had I gotten myself into? And hell no I am not wearing your used underwear for… wait what was I doing again? Before I knew it, I was in my bra and panties standing in front of a jukebox trying to figure out what the hell I was going to take my clothes off to. I chose two songs and put the two-dollar bill the manager gave me in the machine. Now everything after this was like a cut scene in slow motion and I remember it like this…

***Cue Aerosmith, ‘Dream On’*** Barefoot, I climbed the stairs to the small stage. Luckily, the lights blinded me and I couldn’t see t the audience (which only consisted of the manager, two of the girls on shift and the third giving a private dance to the only customer in the place behind a curtain). I felt a little light headed and wished I had taken the drink when the manager offered earlier. I thought for a second I might faint and fall off the stage… ‘wait can I sue if I get injured?’ FOCUS!

I always wondered what the pole was for, now I knew and was thankful for helping me keep from collapsing. My brain tried to recall every scene I could remember from any movie I had seen with bedroom dancing (which did not amount to much).

***End of song, cue Tom Petty, ‘Mary Jane’s Last Dance’ (the only two songs I recognized on the jukebox)

Top is off (how’d that happen?)… While I continued rolling around on the floor, the manager walked up to the stage, laid two $2 on the stage and mouthed bottoms off now.  And so it was. I was feeling very naked, then my brain came to speed, I was naked!!! The manager approached the stage again, this time no tip and mouthed “see me at the bar after you’re dressed” then he was gone. The song seemed to take twenty minutes to finish, then I was dressed and at the bar before I knew it.

I wondered if I was really that horrible… I wasn’t very impressed by the other girls which I only got a glimpse or two of. I thought I did at least as good as they were doing.

“See you on Thursday…” the manager shouted across the bar, but I must have looked puzzled because after a second he added… “I would have you work tomorrow but you need to get a sheriff’s card first and you need sign a contract. Club opens at noon, don’t be late and I will waive the stage fee.”

I stared at him a second longer before he continued… “Since this is your first time, I will let you get by wearing bra and panties but please make sure they match… even better if you have a bikini but we prefer something a little more professional.” (Yeah because this is such a busy, high-class place, right?) I nodded my head, still dazed a little. “One week… then I expect you to have a variety of nice costumes…”  (Again, yeah since this is a busy, classy place that I am going to make thousands in. And probably all in two dollar bills right?).

Well at least I have a job…. Oh shit, how am I going to explain this to my husband? I didn’t know how he was going to feel about me taking my clothes off for total strangers in exchange for $2. Couldn’t worry about that now, I was employed and if my husband had a problem with my new line of work, well he could get a job…. Ha! With that logic he would be more than thrilled I was taking my clothes off for cash!

 

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I worked in the adult entertainment industry for many years. Remembering back, I wish I had a Foxxxy Laydeeez to depend on!!!!! Strippers work very hard every day, they are up on that stage doing a full workout more several times in a shift and by the time the shift is over, they are exhausted… And just before they finally reach the door to go home, they have to hand over a good portion of their money.

When I was still dancing, I was amazed how few people realized that dancers do not make an hourly wage, in fact; they have to pay the club to work there!!!! These girls have to pay almost a third of what they made to the club. Oh and don’t forget about the DJ’s tip so she isn’t dancing to “Rue Paul” the next shift.  Then the waitress (sometimes two) is waiting for her tip too.  Of course, you have to tip the waitress, well unless you want her to announce to future customers that the Cranberry Mixer just bought to you, is nothing more than water. (And costs $10) And… unless you are in the mood to be pawed, slobbered on and manhandled, better tip those floor walkers too!

After everyone is taken care of, what at first looked like a very prosperous evening, leaves you feel a little robbed.  To top it all off you realize its 2 am, and there isn’t a good chance a store is open so you can buy a new much needed outfit.

How many of you can relate? I’m sure a good portion! I complained about this same scenario with over a dozen other girls on a regular basis! But the story gets better!

You make it to a day off and go shopping.  After shop hopping for hours, finally you find (not the perfect outfit) but as close as you are going to come to perfect. The cashier rings up your sale. The outfit that is made up of a patch of fabric and some elastic is going to cost you $120. You hand over the money but resentfully think, “Wonder if this one will fall apart before the end of the week?”

Wait… story still continues. When you get home and try on your new outfit, the bottoms are big and the top is too small. F*!@!!!!!! No returns on intimate apparel!! Now what…. In the trash it goes!

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