(Meanwhile
I arrived to Hungary, but I wrote this when I was still there, so let
me share the original post.)
Sun,
sea, beach, good food, sangria.. what else can I wish for more?
I
was hesitating to come to Spain or go to Greece instead, but I
thought I've been in Greece already, let's try Spain this time! I was
a bit worried as I heard a lot about the clubs here and almost all of
them offer more than a regular private dance. This club 2 years ago
was a brothel too, no wonder if guys are still continuously asking
for sex.
And
actually I'm lucky that I came here instead of Greece. The Czech girl
who arrived yesterday was there and she almost didn't get paid
according to the crisis there. One night the owner paid her normally
but the next one “Sorry I don't have enough money. So I gave you
just that much.” It's not correct as we have a contract with the
clubs how much they must pay for us. And most of our money is
commission based. It means customers come and pay, we have the
percentage of their money spent on us. With daily payment I want to
get the whole amount on the same day, specially in those countries
where they don't keep the records clear. In countries like Germany,
it won't be a problem as they write everything down.
In
Norway I worked for Albanians, in Canada for Asians, now in Spain I
work for Russians. It's just funny yet confusing, my bosses don't
have a typical Russian name like Sergei or Dimitri. Never heard that
name before, now I have three of them in the same club (plus one more
in another club)
They
are new in business and little bit unprofessional. But because they
don't know how to make it better, at least they don't stress the
girls to make more money for them.
But
the club is boring. It has lots of potential, but still boring. I can
imagine here parties, special shows just like in the local
discotheques. The bar woman has enough time to practice her pole
dance knowledge, instead of serving the customers. I make money on
customers. But how can I make money if it's a Sunday night, the club
is empty, only two young guys are sitting there with one drink (one
had only water) not even the bar makes money on them. And finally
after one and half hour later they decide to buy one house dollar
each to one of the girls on stage. Wow, she made 2€! And that was a
money hardly earned as they though a boobie massage is included.
And
let's be honest, this is the Costa Brava! On the beach our men see
more tits than in a club where only 5 girls work and there is no
continuous stage shows. Myself I spend here more time topless on the
beach than at work!
OK,
I understand they just opened - maybe 4 moths ago – and they are
new in business. Three middle-age men. Maybe it's midlife crisis:
they though opening a strip club is easy money and easy fuck for
them?
But
they have zero organisation skills. We gave them lots of advice as we
travel a lot and have seen different clubs with different systems,
but they don't listen. Here if I could make 1000€ in 4 weeks that
would be a miracle. But I knew that ahead, so no stress. I still get
my 40€ daily salary even the club is empty. I never got 40€ for
watching movies as we have Internet access in the club! Accommodation
is provided and free of charge and it's only 50 meters away from the
beach. This is I call paid holiday!
Here
is like the language chaos of Babylon as the customers require me to
speak Spanish or French, the owners Russian or German. Only a few
people speak English, I just wondering why the hell they want English
speaker girls then.
One
night an Indian guy came to me:
“No
chiki chiki?”
“No.”
whatever he meant by that. (I have a guess though.)
But
during the show in private, it doesn't matter what language you
speak. Words no needed.
The
best way to learn a language to have a boyfriend who only speaks that
particular language and your love for him will force you to learn.
But this is the best way the hate a language too. Once I had strong
feeling for a guy from Puerto Rico, and I started to learn Spanish
only because of him. Now I don't even want to use the words I learned
although I understand them. My passion to learn Spanish is gone with
him. That scar is deeper than I thought and I realised it now. But
I'm proud of my scars on my heart. Without them it wouldn't be ME.
Just
an update to the end:
On
my last week I made more money than on the previous weeks all
together thanks for the young boys that came to the club. Some of them were nice and very enthusiastic while other were party animals. I like when
they drunk and drugged, they forgot we already had a private dance. I
have 5 privates with one of them and he thought each dance was the
first! So I finished my contract with money and nicely tanned. No
reason to complain.
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