I asked for the manager and said, “Look I'm a really good dancer.I have dance experience.” I was a dancer since I was like four years old, and I had always been on a stage. It was terrifically embarrassing, but he gave me the job. If I went to work one day and I didn't really feel like working that hard, it was on me.While some polite customers place their tips neatly on the stage, most simply wad up their ones and lob the little balls at the stage. I have received a wide array of airplanes, one bow tie, one fortune teller, two ninja stars, and one paper crane. The "rain" might be in response to an impressive trick, or it may come as a result of the guy in the corner deciding it's time to go and showering whichever dancer is onstage with his remaining singles. Girls who are all curves, and girls who have none and everything in between.As one customer astutely observed, we're all tall, but that's only because of the heels; in street clothes, we range from 4'10"to 5'10".If you wanted to you could sit in the dressing room the entire time.Or, you can be out there talking to people and making money.I’ve tried different jobs throughout the years: a non-profit, a distribution center, and I even got promoted at the mall job. I just always ended up going back to dancing, because I wasn't happy with the way that management [at the other jobs] ran things. As long as I paid the club what I owed them, it wasn't a big deal. Every club is different, but there is an eight-hour shift at most of the clubs that I've worked at.
I understand dancing is not for everyone, but I must say there are some delightful perks. The lights even out skin tone, disguise cellulite and wrinkles, and even add muscular definition.I've had fascinating conversations about the origins of Santa Claus, the structures for various types of sonnets, and different architectural styles of roofs. I've also received instructions on how to deep fry a turkey, retile a bathroom, and make my own almond milk, as well as a few lectures on the workings of fantasy football, which, honestly, I still don't understand.10. When I finally admitted to myself I was genuinely interested in becoming a dancer, I was clear about my boundaries: I wanted to stay covered, top and bottom, and I did not want to give private dances.Luckily, I found a bikini bar that met my requirements.