I'm back!
I know you've all been highly anticipating my next blog 🤣
What to divulge today? I had a request for ££££ making, shall we start with that?
My new job role now, is a million miles from the life of a House Mama, so often I ponder over my old life, and the £££ but then i remember the full trauma and toxic lifestyle and im grateful for my quiet little life I've been living through this pandemic!
Lets shake it back a few P45s ago..I had a basic monthly wage, which worked out at about £2500 a month, two nights off a week,and daytimes to "Myself" (I say that but the girls would harass me 24/7 with the weirdest issues) which for a 25 year old, I wasn't complaining about.. So I'd take that, the tax man had his chunk and I'd get an extra £200 cash a month for having to organise the girls outside of work hours.
The real money was in the tips, and I learnt very quickly how to make them, obviously with the help of the ladies! (Some more generous than others) I soon picked up the tricks and ways, to bag myself an extra £400 cash a night, which customers would be willing to tip and which girls would be happy for you to get in on their "Top Spender" Some of the girls would see my tip, as their loss, so I steered clear from them 😬
I'd totter in, a few Gin Brambles deep, with my over exaggerated enthusiasm, a hype girl, a cheerleader to the whole experience, my professional demeanor often encouraged the Money Pigs to splash their hard earned cash, I gave a sense of trust and justification to the whole sharade and, just this persona would earn me £20 with every visit into the room, whether it be for a Top up in their drinks, or to book more time with the juicy Mama he'd chosen for the night!
Before I carry on, tipping in the UK is almost unheard of, whether you're a waitress or a bar person. We're stingey folk.
Moving on, that "Bleep" of the contact less payment became my crack! The girls squawking on about how I deserve a tip, as they squeal and shake their asses, and put on some wild show just to excite the punter into kindly chucking me a bone... nevertheless it worked. Mama was making money, whilst making money and ofcourse necking back bottle of prosseco on the house ofcourse 😏
Often I'd leave with a weeks wage in a night, which for me, was more than enough. It wasn't uncommon for me to take home more then some of the low earner girls (I'll get into that in another blog)
Coming home at 4am, with my extra cash, tipsy from the extra shots I enjoyed with the girls and their customers an enticement to get them to keep spending, I'd scoff my Kebab, stuff my cash into my Money Box and pass out for the evening, another night passes, and another morning... well afternoon, ill wake quids up and hungover, only to do it all again that night!
But how long could this lifestyle be kept up...
Keep reading and checking back for more wild tales of the Strip Club life 😝