So I think it's time to tell this story...in honor of Mother's Day (as sick and twisted as it is) this past week.
A long, long time ago when I was a baby stripper doing private parties my partner Rene and I hit the JACKPOT one weekend. 4 parties. F*ck yeah. When you expect about $300 bare minimum, after expense, for each party that comes out to a definite grand (at least). Also, the company we worked for would be paying for some of our gas and our hotel for one night (due to the distance and times of the parties)...If any of you have ever worked private parties through a company before, you know this was too good to be true. Well it was.
What was supposed to be 2 parties on Friday, 1 on Saturday, and 1 on Sunday turned to 3 parties on Friday. That's it. Ok, a little stressful, but completely manageable. We basically had a 1.5 hour limit on each then we had to book it to the next one.
The first party was about an hour and a half away. It was Friday and Rene and I did our usual routine of hanging out, watching movies, and making friendship bracelets before we left. On our way we stopped at Dunkin Donuts and got our iced coffees. Right as we were getting in her car we get a call from the company letting us know that there was going to be another dancer coming to the party, and that only one of us could do it. Because we both had to go to the other parties though, one of us had to sit out the first party. Thanks to senority, I was the chosen one. Oh well, I still two more parties after that.
When we got to this bar we were approached by the best man (the guy throwing the party) and he asked us where our other girl was. We were confused because we were told the party was 2 dancers, but they were expecting 3 *Gotta love reliability in this biz* This was possibly good news for me, because turns out I would be able to dance :)
He brings us inside to the bathroom and we start to get ready. Then TWO women, one older and one younger, both had black hair with blue streaks, walk in the door completely pissed. They were about 45 minutes late because they were given the wrong address. Wait....back up, TWO dancers? (Guess I'm out...again). Well, not only were they pissed about the address thing, they were completely confused. Turns out the company never told them that it was a 3 girl show...they thought they were the only ones. Awesome.
Again, because of senority I had to sit this one out. But turns out that they two other chicks had another party and had to jet in about 30 minutes. Which was great because that still gave me 15 minutes at the end to do the girl-on-girl show with Rene...that's where we made our $$$.
When Rene and I finally get a moment alone she informs me that she's met these girls before and then tells me they are mother and daughter. Which in itself is crazy for the fact that they work TOGETHER. I've heard of mothers and daughters working at the same club at different times...But these women did private parties and they did them TOGETHER! *gag*.
So they all dance as I sit and chat up this Cali-Surfer-Blonde boy wearing a Pink Floyd shift (Swoon!). Then, way sooner than I expect the girls stop. Rene informs me that they're gonna do a girl-on-girl show than peace out...WAIT. WHAT? Not only am I shocked at the news, but also at the fact that Rene doesn't seem totally weirded out by this *I felt like I was taking crazy pills*.
They begin there show. Here's where I'm going to leave out the details...let's just say I had 3 weeks of random spasms from being so traumatized. PTSD = Post Traumatic Stripper Disorder.
After they left we informed the guys. Needless to say they were so relieved I started dancing, and so pissed that they actually thought that was hot for 15 whole minutes...even though I'm sure there had to be at least one guy who still dug it :p
Rene and I do our girl on girl show and jet off to our next party. Which turns out to be halfway decent, but we have to leave right at the end of the hour to get to the third party. That ends up being a scam from the company. Yeah, Rene never informed me that she pissed off the company two weeks back and this was probably them getting back at her. They gave us a fake address and sent us way out of our way...and wouldn't you know it...they didn't pay for our gas because we meet our obligations...
One thing did come from that weekend though, a memory that will be forever scarred in my brain...and I mean scarred.
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