Swag

I am noticing something about myself. When it comes to just pure desire I go for the perfect physical specimen type. You know, they eye candy, those boys that when you see them in your bed you are just dumbfounded by how pretty they are. If they know how to fuck that is just an extra bonus. When it comes to actually dating somebody I look forward to the more Teddy bear types.

So I banged me a Teddy bear with the confidence of a pretty boy and it wasn't bad but it wasn't for me. Then I picked up a perfect pretty boy, one of those Greek god types. He was great, but unwilling to take direction, which really turned me off. I got bored. It was just fucking, it wasn't fucking my way. These are all guys that I picked up at work.

I have recently, like a couple of weeks, started talking to another Teddy bear. Let's call him Swag. Swag is unlike anyone that I can think of. He is well dressed. As much as I do not support hats in doors I always like his hats. He hangs out at a strip club and gets crunk all the time, yet he claims to have a no touch policy and I am pretty sure he works at some sort of correctional facility.

Swag is very old school, the type of guy that opens doors, yet he still manages ton pull off a little bit of gangsta and is very dominant, yet in a polite way. Strangely he is the type of guy that I could date, and I hate dating. Yet I can not help myself. We have our first date set for tuesday next week.

I'm still working at the club, it's like fishing with dynamite as far as dudes go. There was Riko number one, once at his place and another time at mine. Then this week there was Riko number two, twice at night once in the morning. Both were pretty good and number two was crazy cute. I told him he fucks as good as he looks, and he looks damn good. As typical of pretty boys he was a bit too cocky, once he started barking orders I lost my boner. Guys around here seem to expect pussy and a sandwich, I expect them to get the fuck out of my bed in the morning. I even call and pay for their cab to get them the hell out.

Undressing

I have meant to write this, and I have, so here I go again. Just this time a little more drunk, and so probably more honest. Since january I have been working as a manager at a Gogo Bar. It has been a lot of ups and downs, and I am only just a couple of months in and have barely gotten my feet wet. The place is kind of ghetto, and by that I mean that I am usually the only pastey person in there. The funny thing is that I kind of like it. Someone once called me a nigger lover and I guess this proves them right. I have already given out my number a few times and already picked up a guy once. I am working on the second one currently. Interesting little thing; they both have the same name. But #2 is just thrice as cute.

The girls on the other hand can be a whole other story. I realize that I am far too lenient on them. Black women have intimidated me since I have moved to the states. The fact that I am able to get along with them as well as I can is just amazing enough to me that I do not want to press too many boundaries. I am realizing that to survive I will have to, they are stretching those boundaries as far as they can. One girl is so crazy that she ate fried chicken while on the side stage! There is one dancer whom I adore, but even she is testing what she she can get away with. We shall see if I can rise to the occasion, and be a true Leo.

Lip Service

Oh dear, oh dear. Actually I don't even know why I say that. Things have been going ok. The club is doing better and better, little by little. Oh yes, I never really did make the announcements. I have retired from being a hooker. It got boring, the joy that it used to bring me became overshadowed by the amount of energy it started to take for me to fake my enjoyment. I guess things just ran their course. Who knows, maybe in half a year, or a year, I will do a return tour. Maybe right before my birthday, I'll call it the Alice Birthday Tour! It would be brilliant, and then I'll take my sister on a nice vacation to Hawaii (or get my license back, whichever sounds like a better idea at the time). I think that being with H was a big influence on my mind set towards the business, and even though we are completely broken up now the change has already occured. I still keep in touch with many people from the hobby, I really have acquired many great friends, people that really care and that are always willing to help. I still answer the phones for an agency, but that is slowly diminishing as well, especially since I went on vacation (to Arizona, it was beautiful).

Shortly before I left for AZ I had a dream job fall into my lap. I am now the entertainment manager at a strip club! When I was in San Francisco, and was playing Mama-San at the Barbary Coast in the back of my mind all I really wanted to do was run a real strip club. I've always loved these naughty little establishments, but I was not a big fan of being on stage at one of them. When all of a sudden I get the news that I will be helping manage one, and in the end I ended up just taking the whole thing over. It's hectic, and I only half know what I am doing, but I full heartedly believe in fake it till you make it, and so far it seems to be working. The regulars like me, and are happy with the miniscule changes that I have made so far. The girls, while some are very ghetto, are pretty well behaved for the most part, and don't give me much trouble. They tried to make me jump through some hoops at first, but I put the obstacles to the trash. So far last Thursday was the craziest night. I had a lot of girls (7) and a ton of customers, sadly most of them were broke motherfuckers and weren't tipping. The first problem arose when one of the girls changed tampons in the locker room instead of the bathroom. NASTY! Second problem was when some dude spit on my shoes, made my blood boil. Then one of the girls kept flashing her pussy for chump change. The problem with that is: we are a go-go bar, all private parts (nipples and pussy) must be covered! Not only was it messing with the other ladies money but it could also get us shut down. The last issue of the night was that the girls weren't following the set rotation and instead would just jump up onto the stage whenver they felt like it. No bueno.

In the end the night stressed me out so much that I ended up going home with this guy that I picked up at the bar. We smoked a ton of weed and went to sleep. In the morning we bumped nasties for a bit and then I took a cab home. He's called me since, but I'm not sure if I will ever see him again. Too much hype, not enough backup. It is an upside to the bar that I now finally have some weed connects in the area, which is a blessing.

Friday was much calmer, and much more financially beneficial. Saturday on the other hand was completely dead. I am working on advertising, and I will need to bring my camera into the club so that I can take pictures of the place as well as the ladies.

On another note, I used to love clothes by Lip Service, but I just checked out the website and for some reason can not remember why I did.