December 24

In the dressing room, Zhenya (see November 30, December 2, 8, 9, 21, 22, 23) conducted anti-Dakota propaganda (see November 12, 13, 15, 18, December 2, 8, 9, 21, 22, 23). As usual, I sat cross-legged in front of the mirror with a smart look and talked about the shortcomings in the work of this manager. The girls listened, agreed, supported. There was also a bald guy there. Seriously, I listened carefully. She went out into the hall. It's eight o'clock. Empty. She asked me to pour some champagne. After some time, guests appeared, numbering eight people. Everyone is neat and nice. The girls rushed into battle. Those workers who managed to climb onto the pedestals came up first. They surrounded the men on all sides. They hugged them, stroked them, put their hands under their sweaters. I can't do that. Two of the guys landed next to me at the bar, the others sat down at the table. One was young and really sweet. The second one is mature and looks like a boxer. The boxer told everyone a categorical no and showed his finger with the ring. At the same time, he was shocked by such pressure, laughed and joked. And the young one couldn’t say anything. He was very drunk and just smiled. Irina sat closer to him (see August 23,30, November 11,24,25,30, December 2,21,23). He liked her and started talking about who, what, how. A bearded friend of theirs approached the bar and this young man tried to get up from his chair and almost fell. Finding himself next to the bearded man, looking at Irina, he whispered something to him. The bearded man examined her from head to toe carefully and asked, “Are you having sex?” — to which Irina, to my surprise, answered no. She sat upright with a straight back, modestly placing her hands on her knees. She smiled a very bright, innocent smile. The bearded man, like me, was surprised by her answer, the young one too, and even greater interest lit up in his eyes. And something like respect appeared in the bearded man’s eyes. That is, his gaze became more attentive and serious. There really was some kind of switch. My first thought was that Irina really liked this sweet rich boy and she made a bet to lose her income now, but maybe gain a boyfriend (husband?). The young man sat down next to Irina again and continued talking, but I had to go on stage. I left. While she was dancing, three more men came in. I thought that I was lucky that I would be the first and maybe have time to collect something. I came down from the stage and went to the guys. “Hello,” “Hello,” answered the one who was closer. - What's your name? - he asked, smiling slyly, - Marvin, - And you? - How do you like it? - he answered, and I frowned. - Well, let's say..., Iskander. - the guest added. - It's clear. - I said. “I don’t need anything,” Iskander continued. — My wife is a pole champion. I have a room at home with a pole. I've seen enough. - Why did you come? - she asked with aggression. - I came with them. - He waved his head towards his friends. - For company. “Then I’ll go and dance for them.” - No, really. - he stopped me. - Let's talk. — I looked at him with suspicion. I didn't know what to do. - Tell me, Marvin, what are you doing here? - it has begun, I thought. - Working. - Why don’t you work somewhere else? - Like! - Why are you reacting aggressively? - Don't know. - Is it really impossible to find another job so as not to earn money from this? - and he made a gesture of spreading his legs with his palms. - Fuck you! - I barked and left. For the first time in all this time, I answered a guest like that. I was very angry and this gesture of his. idiotic. Interesting though. And even beautiful. I made it beautifully with my palms. Well, in short, I left and began to wait for Dakota to appear in front of me and say that you can’t talk to guests like that. At the bar I saw Inga come to the club (see November 25, December 3, 8, 9, 22, 23). She smoked. I approached her. - Hello. “Hello,” she answered without smiling. - What's happened? Where is your smile? — I asked, thinking of calling her out with this phrase. It didn't work. - Yes, this bitch is fucking. - I guessed. - Dakota? - Yes. Now I'm fed up with why I come to the club so late. This is how I always work. I can't come earlier. And there would be no normal way to discuss this issue, but she started yelling. Some kind of fucking inadequacy. I'll leave the club. — This news saddened me very much. - Come on. That you will leave because of her. — I tried to find arguments, but it didn’t work. - It’s not convenient for me, I can’t come earlier. Fuckin' bitch. — Can I talk to Irina Viktorovna (see November 23, December 7, 22, 23)? - Don't know. It is unlikely that she will make concessions. - Inga fell silent, and then said. - By the way, would you like to go with me tomorrow to earn some money? - In terms of? — A man I know, we meet periodically. - Wow. “He’ll just be with a friend, he asked to take the girl with him.” - Thanks, but I don’t give a fuck. I'm just dancing. “Ah, okay..., look,” she smiled cosmically, “Thirty thousand.” We will arrive at seven in the evening and leave at night. They are proven, normal, not aggressive, that’s all. - Thank you, no, I mean no. - I answered. - Inga shook her head.

Guests came and came. Only now it has become very difficult to work. The number of girls has increased and so has their activity. As soon as the men entered, they were attacked by an average of five or seven people at a time. And then the queue only grew. If you didn’t make it in time, then you were late. But I think I’ve already talked about this.

“Marvin,” the waitress came up to me, “Come into the VIP room.” Your name is called. “Hmm...” I answered and went. - That's it. - she said when she saw Boris there (see August 26, October 17, December 2, 22) - Yes, yes. Hello. - Hello. - Will you dance? - he asked, smiling. “Otherwise,” I answered and sat on his knees. They started kissing.

Everything was as always - we talked, ate, drank. Only now they were still kissing and now he didn’t go into the room with other girls. And after dancing on stage, I went straight to him. I was spinning, getting drunk, kissing.

“Look at Marvin,” said Katya (see November 24,25,30, December 2,4,22,23) in the dressing room, “He stole a VIP guest from everyone.” — By the way, they give you a salary in the first VIP. - she added and I went there. I had to pick up yesterday's private dance. I'm coming in. Irina Viktorovna and Dakota are sitting. -What number? - asked the manager. - Yesterday. Twenty-third. “Irina Viktorovna took the envelope with this date, ran her fingers through it, and took out the money. They gave me a piece of paper to sign. “I don’t have any makeup on,” said Irina Viktorovna. - Maybe you could put on some makeup? “I like it when it’s light,” I answered. - Well, a little bit is possible. - Why do you want everyone to be the same? It's good when all girls are different. - If you put on a little makeup, little will change. “Well, even more so,” I caught her. “She’s sitting there with Boris,” said Dakota. “I think he only comes here to see her now.” So it's ok. - Irina Viktorovna smiled, I signed and left there.