Friday, September 01, 2006

chicken strip

My friend Scarlett started dancing about four months ago at a club on the east side of town affectionately known as Budget Strip, or sometimes Chicken Strip. I tried to get her a job with me up north, but the managers gave her the elaborate call-back-later-and-leave-a-message-with-someone-else-which-no-one-will-ever-return run-around that they give girls they don't want to hire. Why strip club managers are so famously devious about this stuff is beyond me. They are dealing with girls who get rejected five, ten, twenty times a night, for a living. But anyway.

So, out to EconoStrip for Scarlett, and I was worried about her. I've never been there, but it's one of the rougher joints in town by reputation, a tough place for a newbie to be thrown in. I'm proud of her, though; she took it on the chin. When she started she was broke as beans and more or less homeless, surfing from couch to couch, losing job after short-term, dead-end job. I've known Scarlett since we were waitresses at the same 24-hour greasy-spoon diner when we were respectively 19 and 25, and it's been grieving me to watch her drift downhill since. But in the last couple of months she's really been pulling it together. She's lost weight, sublet an apartment, and for the first time since I've known her she has plans for a future more than two weeks ahead. Call it Better Living Through Stripping.

Last week she made a big jump up from Budget Strip to the Yellow Rose, a large and relatively upscale club of mixed but venerable reputation. She seems happy there, and I went in and worked a dayshift with her yesterday to check the place out for myself. I found the place fair to middling in atmosphere -- nice cush leather booths, a fun run-way like second stage with three poles -- and largely dead. Dayshifts are about regulars, and hard to break into. I did a dance here and a dance there for gents whose main ladies had not arrived, and then spent a large portion of the afternoon with a hefty gentlemen who told jokes as a sort of neurotic tic. He was the kind of joke-teller who claims the jokes happened to him -- "So my friend asked me if I'd ever eaten out a Jewish woman and I said" -- and even when he told you something about his life it had the rhythm and pacing of a joke, so that only when he got to the end did you realize that he was talking about his divorce and it really wasn't funny at all.

Scarlett spent a large part of the day sitting at the bar sipping whiskey with a cowboy who bought her drinks and didn't buy any dances. She had to borrow $20 to make her house fee in the afternoon, but then made it back up in the last hour or two and paid me back. At the end of the day, she and I made about the same ammount of money, which wasn't all that much. In monetary terms it was a disappointing day. To make it there, I'd have to get back into the dayshift swing of keeping a regular schedule and cultivating regulars and staring at the clock. Blech. One of the these I love about nightshifts up north is how fast they go. You can't beat it.

6 comments:

Nathaniel said...

Hi Grace-

Totally apropos of nothing, which club in Austin would you recommend taking a girlfriend to for her first SC experience? I haven't gone to any in this town, but I know some clubs or girls are not too keen on women customers, while others seem to love them. (My gf is actively bisexual, so she won't be giving "get away from my man you harlot" eyes or anything :P)

BTW, "He was the kind of joke-teller who claims the jokes happened to him -- "So my friend asked me if I'd ever eaten out a Jewish woman and I said" -- and even when he told you something about his life it had the rhythm and pacing of a joke, so that only when he got to the end did you realize that he was talking about his divorce and it really wasn't funny at all."

That is some lovely characterization. Look forward to reading more tales.

Grace said...

Nathaniel,
Any club in town will welcome you both with open arms as long as you bring your wallets. And at any club, you will find that the enthusiasm for female customers varies highly from dancer to dancer.

Obviously, you should bring your girlfriend to see me at Perfect 10. I adore dancing for girls, and you will find P10 is a lovely club where there are usually quite a number of female patrons. You will find me there on Mondays, Fridays, and Saturdays.

Ciao,
Grace

Gillette said...
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Rocky Raccoon said...

Sorry about that last comment. I was helping her fix her blog and I was still logged in under her account. I meant to say that I am in Dallas a lot...maybe I should saunter down to Austin...

Nathaniel said...

Well, obviously P10 should be my first choice :P

I have heard lots of good things about both it and Palagio, so they were my two main choices before I even found your blog.

Also, feel free to delete my posts -- I just noticed you never mention what city you're in and might have meant to keep that on the down low. I found your blog through Rivercitykitty so I just kind of assumed. Because everyone from Texas thinks the world revolves around us.

Anonymous said...

Nathaniel, if you haven't figured out what city Grace is in, you have not been paying attention. In fact, she has even mentioned it by name.

I've already read bout Perfect 10's on stripclublist, and now I am trying to figure out how to afford a trip to Texas.