Women in the club

It's quite funny to see when a woman comes to the club and she tries to outdo the strippers. I told you earlier, there is such a big competition between the girls already, but some female customers want to show us she can get the same attention, without knowing anything about our job. She asks if she's allowed to go on stage and do a dance. Usually, the little devil whispers in his ears and the manager doesn't say no, just for fun. But for us, it's just pathetic seeing a “normal” woman trying to spin on the pole and seduce the audience, just like us. Yes, usually she's drunk as hell, and her movement is uncoordinated. She has no idea that dancing on stage is just one little part of our work, selling, participating in mind games and dealing with difficult customers require more than having the courage to take off our bra in public. Sometimes they didn't even ask if they can go on stage; it happened in Belgium that two women came in with their partners, they ordered a bottle of champagne, and all night they were running around the club without their blouses. Although the worst, when a dancer of another club comes in and she wants to show off on stage that she's better than everybody in the room. Women, eh? Do you believe now that it is such a competitive world?

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Pushing the limits

When I think I've seen everything, life always is quick over proving me that I'm wrong. I thought in Iceland I worked with the worst kind of dancers ever, the most competitive and the less care about others. Here in Oslo they even worst in my opinion. Before you think I work with Romanians, I must say no. Here the majority of the girls come from Baltic countries and they are extremely rough! They just care about the fast money they can make. The older girls are softer but the young generation is very harsh. Intelligent but harsh.

Just an example to understand their mentality: we walked home after work and a random guy tried to talk to one of them that I would have just ignored, but she answered: “Don't talk, give me money, pizdec!”

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Happy Halloween! Boo hoo!

Hm, I think this year I will skip all these Halloween madness as I go back from Paris to London earlier as I planned. Just in case I brought my sexy nurse costume with me to dress up but I don't feel the need for a crazy Halloween party. I have had it enough. When I was working in London it was always a big deal, we were talking about costumes and make-ups and decoration even a month before. I'm sure for clubs it's a very good business every year because everyone likes to dress up and being abnormal for a night.

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The Little House of Fetish

I can not call me a prude woman. I had a boyfriend before that he loved me wearing stockings in bed. I didn't find it difficult if that makes him happy, why not. As I'm doing fetish modelling these kinds of desires are not unknown for me. And I don't know why but I noticed lately that guys with secret fantasies sooner or later open up for me and telling me or their dirty secrets. And I love those private dances when my customer only wants to give me foot massage or lick the heels of my shoes! But experience something extreme in private life, it's a different story..

First I was dating a guy and he liked the glossy, shiny hold-ups on me. For every date we had he arrived with a pair of black stockings. He knows I love the vintage style Agent Provocateur ones (I already have a whole collection of them) So we were dating for a while but one night after having sex he turned to me saying: “Honey, I love your legs in these stockings. But what if next time I'm gonna wear them?”

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Oh Mr. Alcohol..

I must confess that I don't like drinking that much. In my private life, I rarely drink. OK, a bottle of wine for a nice dinner or a good conversation with friends always welcome. But I don't like the feeling when I lose control over myself. Definitely not the big headache the next day.

But I can say I only drink when I work. Not many people can say the same I guess. At work, I know my limits. And champagne and I are good friends! Not every kind because I hate the Bollinger and Moet, and I'm not a big fan of DP either. These are more acidic for me. If anybody wants to please me, Veuve Clicquot, Ruinart and Perrier-Jouet are the best choices. Girls like pink so I also prefer rose. If you buy me champagne, I'm perfectly fine until 2 bottles. 

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