My first night dancing was a bit new, a little scary and alot of fun!

Let me start off by saying, not only was I a virgin to dancing, I had never been in a strip club before!!!!

I will rename those who are apart of my story to protect them. Not because they're innocent (because they're all as guilty as sin) but to protect their personal lives, their professional lives, and the club.

So Brooke and I have been friends for a while now. She worked with me in the salon and we became quite close really quickly. I knew she had been a dancer before, and might do it again, and knew I was welcome to go check it out with her whenever. On friday we decided to go to Sexpo, so in we went, and on the way there she asked me if I wanted to go into the club with her and Carrie that night. I said yes... and then decided later on that I might go up on Podium with her. MAYBE.

We got ready and walked to the bar across the road from their apartment. We had a "cock sucking cow boy" and caught a cab to the club. When I first walked in, it was smaller than I imagined, and less... seedy. I met Mark, who is the manager, the boss. Brooke introduced me to him and he gave me a kiss on the cheek and said "I know *****, I had a drink with her at ******* (my local leagues club)". Both Brooke and I looked at each other shocked, as I couldnt remember him at all, and he just laughed. He was kidding. He sent me off to get dressed, and just like that I had a job.

I walked into the changeroom which was filled with girls of all shapes and sizes in various states of undress. They were all chatting, happy to see Brooke, and nice enough to meet a new girl.  As they all introduced themselves, Brooke, Carrie and I realised we hadn't chosen a name for me yet. After a while Mark said to me "Well... we need a Paris?" And... alas, this is how my name came about.

The first time I walked out of that changeroom and into the club in my costume, I wasn't worried, just a little bit concious of the voice in my head saying "head up, shoulders back, don't trip over, don't trip over, stomach in, smile!!!". Its a different feeling to have men look at you the way they do in a strip club.

Over the course of the night, I met a load of new people, made some good friends, and watched Brooke do 2 Podiums, until on the second podium she looked at Mark, pointed to me, mouthed to him "PARIS" and next thing i knew I was being announced onto the stage. I danced a little bit... learnt how to get tips, and all in all....... Worked my ass off. I was exhausted when I got off stage, and wanted a ciggarette PRONTO!

I went over with Brooke to the main desk to hand in our tipping dollars, and Mark beckoned to me, gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug and told me i did wonderfully, and that i looked great up there.  That was pretty good I must say. Made me feel so comfortable. After that I walked around, met more people, chatted with some different guys, and did a second podium with Brooke. I havent learnt any pole work yet, so I just pretty much hang out on the stage, and.... well.. do whatever! Haha.

We had to have our next couple of ciggarettes upstairs, where I got to hang out with security a lot more, and they are awesome. they love the girls, and you can tell, really want to make sure we're okay. So many people look at you when you're up there... Its a little unnerving... the harsh flourescent lights made me look more trashy than I felt I actually looked!!!! 

I wish I could document the whole night, but its 2 days later, and i can barely remember every detail....

I had an awesome awesome time, I loved it, even though i went straight from the train station when I got back to my house, showered, changed and went straight back to my day job. My legs are still killing me, (two very hot baths filled with radox muscle ache, voltaren applications, and massage helps) and I'm ready for my next night!

Today I bought a new belt with diamantes on it, one of those ones which holds up you're stockings! I forget what its called, but..... I bought one, and a new little black G-String... 

I bought my first pair of stripping shoes on Friday, and I also got my first 2 stripping blisters!

My shoes are similar to this, but pink and black. hard to explain but HOT AS!


When I left the club at the end of the night, Mark gave me a hug, and the security kissed me on the cheek and wished me luck, told me they hoped to see me back and made sure we were safely in a cab.

I really loved my first night dancing, even though none of us made any money, and it was a crappy night (apparently). I enjoyed myself so much.. That was the first of many nights i'll be spending in that club.

Have a good one, and remember you can look but don't you touch it baby!

Love,
Paris.
xx