I AM Money!

What a great weekend Ive had!

I re-launched My FinDom site and it took me just a few hours to design and set it up which is great.

But most importantly, I had a fucking great time at work this weekend.
Friday night = £265 take home
Saturday night = £267.50 take home (wldve been more, but they decided to double the house fee to £40!)
Tonight = £85. My goal was £100 because I knew it would be quiet, which it was, and silly me forgot to deduct the £20 house fee from my total and I finished thinking Id made £105! ARGH! I couldve done an extra couple dances and made my goal! damnit!

Anyway, thats a nice £617 for three nights work, a total of 18hrs. Thats £34 an hour. hahaha!

Ok, so there are girls there making in a night what I made all weekend, but its the valuable lessons I have learned and the confidence gained that is important to me.

The fact that I have saved £1000 for OZ is fantastic. I am leaving in 9 days and I still have one more weekend to make extra money. Id like to do £300 both nights which will bring my March earnings to just over £2000 but I doubt that will happen. Even if I did 3 VIPs, Id still have to do 20 dances to take home £300. Thats if I declare everything I make ;)

We have a superstripper in my club. Her name is Tasha and she is tall, blonde, big boobs, gorgeous face and great body. She dances sober and makes like £600 a night. The bar lady was telling me tonight that she used to be a drunk stripper who didnt make such good money but that she's trained herself to do it sober and to stay focused and make that money. I would like to get to a point where I can do the job sober and push myself enough to make that sort of money.

Tonight, I worked sober, apart from a bottle of cider. It was hard going at first. The club was slow and full of young student boys with no money just in there for the free stage shows. I wanted to leave early. I felt it hard to lighten up and relax enough to fake any enjoyment of being there.

Somewhere along the line I got a dance and once you get one dance, youre pretty much on your way. That first dance switches you on and you an go for it. It warms you up. Tonight I danced or one guy who was so gaga for me he made is friend fetch me to get a dance. Later I grabbed his other friend for one. They all loved it and wished they could afford more from me.

In fact, I get a lot of recommendations. If they are waiting for me to finish a dance with someone else, they are recommending me to their friends or coming back for more. I had a guy in last night who said his friends were in the night before and said they MUST get a dance off the Saffa chick called Sydney. He bought a regular dance and a VIP.

On Friday night I had a guy practically follow me around and tell every guy I was talking to to buy a dance! My own personal PR guy lol!

I still dont think I could do it sober tho. I need to drink a bottle of red wine before I can get into it. My brain gets in my way if Im sober and any negativity gets to me. When I drink, I dont think about anything, I just keep going. Next guy, next guy, next guy, I just go, go, go until its late and I decide I need to count my money and see how far Ive got and what else I need to do. There is nothing like having a big wad of vouchers inside my thigh high boots! It looks like a second knee cap!

I have to say, wearing my stiletto heel black leather thigh high boots gives me a lot of confidence. I feel like myself, the badass bitch. Im commanding and demanding. I push guys down onto the seat and command them to spread their feet. If they try touch me, I slap them. I pinch their nipples. I grab them by their collar and drag them behind me to the dance area. Or by their belt buckle, or tie. Whichever I can grab easily. Sometimes I just say, "youre next" and they say, ok!

Im still surprised at how easy it is sometimes. Im not used to this job being easy.

The girls say I have so much sex appeal on stage. I guess Im trying to make up for my lack of pole tricks. But I use the stage, I get on the edge of the stage and ride it. None of the other girls do that. I make fun of the guys at the rail. I have a laugh, I smile.

Tonight some guy at the back wall in front of the stage was heckling me like I was a stand up comedian. I couldnt hear what he was saying but I know he was trying to shout over his raging inferiority complex. I just shouted at him "WHY DONT YOU TAKE YOUR TINY DICK OUTSIDE WHERE ITS APPRECIATED". Everyone laughed. He carried on heckling. I just ignored him. Poor guy. I can really make my voice carry. Its from growing up in wide open spaces.

I love the empowered feeling I get from stripping. I like showing then my pussy. I like showing off my body. I like shoving my femininity in their faces. In a way, I feel like Im showing them the true power of a woman. Ok, I may grind a bit, but its part of it all. I dont just grind. I slide down your body, grind front, grind backwards, lie over your lap, lean back on your chest, breath in your neck and ear, grab the back of your neck, run my hands down your chest and legs. Yeah, I spread my legs, but I do it artistically. I do it erotically. I am never vulgar.

I have a laugh with the guys, I tease them, take the piss, sometimes we even have a conversation. I never take it seriously. I always make a connection.

Thats why I get recommended.

But how do you tell them all this is the question. I KNOW I am one of the best dancers in there. Guys say it to me ALL THE FUCKING TIME. Tonight this guy was like, you are the third dancer I had tonight and you are by far the best. Ive heard that a lot in various ways.

I connect to you. I make you feel appreciated. If our club's ATM ever fucking worked Id make a lot more money!

I love this job when I am busy and making money. I hate this job when I am standing around swapping negative energy with the stuck up guys in there.

The funny thing is, I never happen upon loser guys when Im drunk. I always sell to guys who want it. If they dont, I dont mind, I smile and say, I'll come see you later, have a good night, and toddle off to the next guy. I am warm, relaxed, lubricated, ready when Ive had that bottle of wine. Im like a purring cat that wants its dinner, I wrap myself around you, run my hands all over you, tell you how I want to give you a hot, sexy dance, how I want you to let me rub my naked body all over you. Then I tell you, lets go in the back and have some fun together, you deserve it and Im ready for you now. Smile, squeeze. 90% of the time it works. And Im more than happy with 90%.

It works for me. I see the top earner girls hardly even touch the guys while talking to them before they go for a dance. It looks to me like they say hello, how are you, lets have a dance and the guys just say yes. Maybe one day I will discover the secret to how they do that. They hardly even flirt! Whereas Im a bonified sex kitten pouring myself onto you.

Way I figure it, you gotta get their brains from their heads into their pants. Then youre golden.