Hi everyone!!!
Im doing on a tuesday night known to most dancing girls as the out with the old and in with the new meaning if i look totaly amazing and slightly different i might make 5000!!!!!!!
(we live in the land of oz,it makes sence to us) ;p
So im sat with boots colour b4 stripper on my head wich will hopefully take me from the black i put on (wanted to relive my early twentys while i was on my period last mont) back to the lovely chestnutty dark brown i had over xmas and back then i was actualy making money-MUST be the hair right?
Iv also boguht some St Moritz ominously entiteled DARK (cheap but very good knock off of St Tropez=when you tan as often as we do,even the richest ladies cant afford the real thing) .
Im not sure how this will look but im willing to give it a whirl as the normal one fades within a day to show my lilly white disney princess skin which to be fair i do like untill i set foot within the walls of our infamous abode.
Last sat was a sack off,lots of show offs and stags that diddnt wanna be there with no money or conversation at all! End of May today and June is a new and shiny month!!!
Fingers crossed for tomorrow night,or i will be tapping my 6 inch perspex diamante platforms together 3x and telling the ABC taxi man theres no place like home.
And no better medicine then a few wines or so.................
xxx
Tuesday 31 May 2011
Friday 27 May 2011
Give in with the name game!!!!!
Ugggggggggh! Ok so after 2 years of being Charlie and every week a guy telling me "Thats a blokes name" n looking the other way, i politely excused myself,sauntered up the stairwell and grabbed the manager!
T is the top dog and was talking to DJ S who is big with the electro dance mix. "T," i say very calmly as not to apear frustrated and irrational "can i change my name?" always sarcastic he replies "well sure,you go to the courts,inform the rigt people then change it my deed poll....." i interupt as nicely and as patiently as possible
"no in here hahahaha" T can be quite nice sometimes "sure is Charlie not working for you anymore?" "No" i mumble. It is 1.45am and i have managed 2 measly dances.
"What do you want to be called then?" "DJ S waits for it,like im going to say something mad.
"Katy" i say. i realise im holding my breath.
"Thats fine,we have no Katy's here right now" T says now bored of me,even though i know we have no Katys thats why i picked it.
"Ooo Thankyou so much!!!" i bound away to the dressing room to pop up a note to let the other girls know.
A nice new girl is in the dressing room, "ooo" she says brushing her hair "like Katy Price"
"Perry!!!!!!!" i squeek thinking oh god i hope people dont think im trying to be like katy price ugh!
Nice new girl saves it by saying "oh yes definatly your more of a Perry then a price".
I dont know why i felt settled now but i bound down the stairs and im ready to try my new name as if iv been given a new lease of life!
No one left who isnt with a girl or capable of holding a conversation.
Brilliant.
I spot one of my best friends in the club "L" Who does actualy look like Miss Perry and "I" a gorgeous Barbie incarnate girl looking really down in the dumps sat at a table. I join them tale between my tired legs.
Suddenly as if the red seas have parted a gentlemen i danced for earlier and who left return with his two friends and pass us. "Hi!!!!!!!!!" i over enthuse as if he could save my life, "your back" big smile "you want some company?" i gesture to my friends. "sure!" Gentleman says i remember he was a massive newcastle fan and his friend was called Neil. woop woop! I also remember to thicken my tastefully soft geordie accent to Cheryl Cole proportions.
We catwalk over and sit down,by an odd twist of fate i sort of realise im in charge of this situation.
Oh stuff it i think its not 2.15am and we close at 3pm.
"How aboot we all gow to VIPEE?" I suggest in my friendliest and most suggestive Cole Voice loud enough for his friends to hear.
"What was your name again?" Newcastle enthuse says to me looking suspicious.
"Katy" i reply giving him my walmest smile.
"why not" he says "c'mon lads,il pay for you"
Score.
So Katy i like to think saved my bum so we got the last half hour in the holy grail of VIP and a thurs evening wasnt totaly lost.
Shame me and "L" finnished the last orders song before we left doing a double for a gross man who said like he was 50 cent "C'mon girls 100 pound,200...?" come back to mine."
puke
"Thats one warning!" i trill shimmying around like a salmon while "L" looks ready to punch him.
"mmmmm" puke guy says while L is on his lap, suddenly she yelps and jumps up, hes caressed her boob.
"Thats a big second warning,you are not aloud to do that!" Glaring now and furious the oblivious slime now looks up and says "i know you's want it" and wiggles his tongue at us.
We look at each other and say "Right dance ended,bye" and flounce off and thank god the club is now closed.
Disgusting,id love a night to pass when someone does not try and proporsition you and *joke* for especialy 200 quid! Cheap slimes haha.
The girls must not be proporsitioned!!!!!!!
It says on the freaking menu.
T is the top dog and was talking to DJ S who is big with the electro dance mix. "T," i say very calmly as not to apear frustrated and irrational "can i change my name?" always sarcastic he replies "well sure,you go to the courts,inform the rigt people then change it my deed poll....." i interupt as nicely and as patiently as possible
"no in here hahahaha" T can be quite nice sometimes "sure is Charlie not working for you anymore?" "No" i mumble. It is 1.45am and i have managed 2 measly dances.
"What do you want to be called then?" "DJ S waits for it,like im going to say something mad.
"Katy" i say. i realise im holding my breath.
"Thats fine,we have no Katy's here right now" T says now bored of me,even though i know we have no Katys thats why i picked it.
"Ooo Thankyou so much!!!" i bound away to the dressing room to pop up a note to let the other girls know.
A nice new girl is in the dressing room, "ooo" she says brushing her hair "like Katy Price"
"Perry!!!!!!!" i squeek thinking oh god i hope people dont think im trying to be like katy price ugh!
Nice new girl saves it by saying "oh yes definatly your more of a Perry then a price".
I dont know why i felt settled now but i bound down the stairs and im ready to try my new name as if iv been given a new lease of life!
No one left who isnt with a girl or capable of holding a conversation.
Brilliant.
I spot one of my best friends in the club "L" Who does actualy look like Miss Perry and "I" a gorgeous Barbie incarnate girl looking really down in the dumps sat at a table. I join them tale between my tired legs.
Suddenly as if the red seas have parted a gentlemen i danced for earlier and who left return with his two friends and pass us. "Hi!!!!!!!!!" i over enthuse as if he could save my life, "your back" big smile "you want some company?" i gesture to my friends. "sure!" Gentleman says i remember he was a massive newcastle fan and his friend was called Neil. woop woop! I also remember to thicken my tastefully soft geordie accent to Cheryl Cole proportions.
We catwalk over and sit down,by an odd twist of fate i sort of realise im in charge of this situation.
Oh stuff it i think its not 2.15am and we close at 3pm.
"How aboot we all gow to VIPEE?" I suggest in my friendliest and most suggestive Cole Voice loud enough for his friends to hear.
"What was your name again?" Newcastle enthuse says to me looking suspicious.
"Katy" i reply giving him my walmest smile.
"why not" he says "c'mon lads,il pay for you"
Score.
So Katy i like to think saved my bum so we got the last half hour in the holy grail of VIP and a thurs evening wasnt totaly lost.
Shame me and "L" finnished the last orders song before we left doing a double for a gross man who said like he was 50 cent "C'mon girls 100 pound,200...?" come back to mine."
puke
"Thats one warning!" i trill shimmying around like a salmon while "L" looks ready to punch him.
"mmmmm" puke guy says while L is on his lap, suddenly she yelps and jumps up, hes caressed her boob.
"Thats a big second warning,you are not aloud to do that!" Glaring now and furious the oblivious slime now looks up and says "i know you's want it" and wiggles his tongue at us.
We look at each other and say "Right dance ended,bye" and flounce off and thank god the club is now closed.
Disgusting,id love a night to pass when someone does not try and proporsition you and *joke* for especialy 200 quid! Cheap slimes haha.
The girls must not be proporsitioned!!!!!!!
It says on the freaking menu.
Monday 23 May 2011
Hi There! My Name is Charlie and Whats your name?
Hi Everyone :)
My Name is Charlie, im 26 (27 in sep) and i have decided to start blogging about my quite accidental life as a stripper.
Firstly let me tell you about me, im a nice lass,bit oversensitive,emotional and i love love. Im a lover not a fighter, i hate confrontation and puke-i like to get along with everyone.
Dosnt really sound like im cut out to be a strip queen does it?haha! No,i dont think i am either.
You know what though? I wont stop untill i can do this job WELL.
Iv been stripping for 2 years after a breif stint at age 21 where i was so terrified i diddnt know what was going on i ended up drinking shot after shot of sambucca while chain smoking silk cut in a ripped up velvet chair in the corner of a the club and one night aproaching the quite frankly terrifying manager and bursting into tears going- i just cant dooooo this agggggggh! *open mouth crying*
I remember he smiled at me (first bloody time ever) and said i know pet your too nice. off you go.
At the time i was releived and i went home and sniffed under my duvet while my horrible twat of an ex boyfriend smoked spliff after spliff and looked like he'd just wiped his arse with me.
Now,well alot has changed. Id like to go into how i managed to get some self respect leave the bastard,get some of the lovliest friends iv ever had,met my current boyfriend who is beautiful and excelled in a NORMAL job. But in October 2009 i found myself,packing a bag with my favourite la senza underwear set,my old perspex platforms and a huuuuuge bottle of Fantasy by Britany Spears and my 20 quid start up fee. I found myself back in strip land.
This time though,i wanted to be here.
This blog will be my experiences,triumphs,expalnations and trials and tribulations of being the hair extension,fake tan loving,clear platform princess of the night.
Id like to add apart from the new addiction to being brown i am not a typical(hate that)stripper.
I have black hair,very exspensive and very freaking gorgeous tattoo's,im a size 10 im not a gym bunny and its taken me these past two years to wonder why im still throwing myself around a pole.
The very reason is i want to be good at this. i want to be a high earner. i want to be the girl that gets to go to vegas on holiday and get her nails done every month!
This isnt the diary of a beginner or is it the diary of someone struggling. I have been the top dog at certain times of the month i have also been the poor lass crying in the changing rooms because she cant get a dance. This my friends is the diary of the inbetweener,the should i shouldnt i?The normal girl who isnt being forced to work here by a horrible boyfriend or because she has too.
This is the thoughts,feelings and adventures of the Underdog Gliteratti.
xxxX
My Name is Charlie, im 26 (27 in sep) and i have decided to start blogging about my quite accidental life as a stripper.
Firstly let me tell you about me, im a nice lass,bit oversensitive,emotional and i love love. Im a lover not a fighter, i hate confrontation and puke-i like to get along with everyone.
Dosnt really sound like im cut out to be a strip queen does it?haha! No,i dont think i am either.
You know what though? I wont stop untill i can do this job WELL.
Iv been stripping for 2 years after a breif stint at age 21 where i was so terrified i diddnt know what was going on i ended up drinking shot after shot of sambucca while chain smoking silk cut in a ripped up velvet chair in the corner of a the club and one night aproaching the quite frankly terrifying manager and bursting into tears going- i just cant dooooo this agggggggh! *open mouth crying*
I remember he smiled at me (first bloody time ever) and said i know pet your too nice. off you go.
At the time i was releived and i went home and sniffed under my duvet while my horrible twat of an ex boyfriend smoked spliff after spliff and looked like he'd just wiped his arse with me.
Now,well alot has changed. Id like to go into how i managed to get some self respect leave the bastard,get some of the lovliest friends iv ever had,met my current boyfriend who is beautiful and excelled in a NORMAL job. But in October 2009 i found myself,packing a bag with my favourite la senza underwear set,my old perspex platforms and a huuuuuge bottle of Fantasy by Britany Spears and my 20 quid start up fee. I found myself back in strip land.
This time though,i wanted to be here.
This blog will be my experiences,triumphs,expalnations and trials and tribulations of being the hair extension,fake tan loving,clear platform princess of the night.
Id like to add apart from the new addiction to being brown i am not a typical(hate that)stripper.
I have black hair,very exspensive and very freaking gorgeous tattoo's,im a size 10 im not a gym bunny and its taken me these past two years to wonder why im still throwing myself around a pole.
The very reason is i want to be good at this. i want to be a high earner. i want to be the girl that gets to go to vegas on holiday and get her nails done every month!
This isnt the diary of a beginner or is it the diary of someone struggling. I have been the top dog at certain times of the month i have also been the poor lass crying in the changing rooms because she cant get a dance. This my friends is the diary of the inbetweener,the should i shouldnt i?The normal girl who isnt being forced to work here by a horrible boyfriend or because she has too.
This is the thoughts,feelings and adventures of the Underdog Gliteratti.
xxxX
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