Girl for the VIP room

18 days the author worked for stripper in one of the clubs. And all these days she kept a diary, fragments from which, along with photographs taken by different people, The New Times offers readers to court

Striptease is the kingdom of illusions. Mask, image - you no longer feel like the person who came here. From the office, from the institute, leaving his one -year -old baby at home. For various reasons - personal, financial, out of curiosity. At nineteen or twenty -nine years old. With or without higher education.
In the early days, I enjoyed every minute of these nights. I had fun, I came there to the myself that no one knew. Later, reluctantly, I began to talk about my life on the night of Friday to Sunday.
The moment comes when it is already difficult for you to separate yourself from the role you have chosen. You smear bruises under the eyes with a dense layer of cheap cosmetics, because it becomes a pity to use the expensive. You do not pay attention to torn stockings - let them be part of the image. You try not to notice the wrinkles that appear from fatigue, lack of sleep and alcohol. White dresses turn into gray rags, and you choose black outfits. In response to insults, you smile so that the back of the head begins to hurt. You pay attention only to the amount of money in your wallet, thinking about how much it will be possible to make money next time. You no longer think about another, “normal” work. After all, these are only two nights a week ...

The first day
"Do you dance?" - "Well ... I was engaged in a couple of months." - "Come. Earn. The main thing is to undress in front of the guest. How you move - everyone doesn’t care. ”
I gathered like a first date. Masks, peeling, hair removal ... It turned out to undress. Once from the third. After they yelled. “We have a striptease, we dance in my underpants, undressed - I came up to ask for a tip.” He is with a piece of pork and I am in a peignoir lowered on the hips, shaking knees and palms wet from excitement. Very erotic, it must be. While trying to remember more than one movement, the girls encouraged around the corner. It is impossible to dance under this. Striptease at least. “Veh-e-it tomorrow at seven twenty-two I will be in Ba-a-arispa-a-ale ... That rah-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-A-A-I-I-I-S-S-I-I-I-I ...” And so eight hours in a row. Non-stop. Then there was still the second. A pathologist with a beer fume. He treated him with champagne and pawed for everything he could. "And it seemed to me here without hands." “Well, when you choose a dress, you touch it too.” By morning a corpse. Emotions zero. I would like to spend money soon. The guarantee that the club pays per night, and five hundred rubles of tips. Enough for food and a bottle of champagne.

The second day
My first private. A man and his lady, similar to a virgin-bibliotechnica. They danced together with Olya. "Girls, there is nothing to surprise me, you dance to her." I hope that everything turned out that night.
Two couples in our hall. Very drunk husbands and very sober wives. “Why do you give her for tea, she has no boobs.” - Olya smiled silently and left. Then there was a tantrum in the dressing room. But "the guest is always right." To “I went to x*th” you answer “pleasant evening to you”. And you smile, smile, smile ...
I dance for the next. By all the rules, I beg with a tip. I am already sweat with me, and he does not even think to climb into his pocket for money. "Yes, give her money, you see, a person is trying." I return to the dressing room with a hundred. Okay, on the bus. Olya gives me her privat. The brand new ones must be supported ... A huge hairy bore clamps in the corner: "May you undress already, how much you can dance." I understand that even if you scream, we have different weight categories. It remains to mow under the fool. I clap my eyes and very politely I ask you to move a little. The door is open ... Well, they are in figs, these are your money ...

The third day
Four hours of sleep. Everything hurts, but you have to go again. For disorder - a fine or dismissal. “If you have not gone to work, there can only be an excuse that you are in intensive care or died. I don’t give a damn about your health. ”
Day fourth

In our mini-bar, white wine, energy, some kind of alcohol dregs in iron banks. Everything is put on the table in the dressing room. At three hours, a very drunk mistress of the club with three guests came in. We are all on stage - to dance. An uncle about 50 years old in a jacket and tie does not take my eyes off my eyes: "Beautiful." I have already learned not to look away, smile and pretend that this is the only and most beautiful man on the whole planet. Moreover, he is expensive. “Well, dented, and then what? Will you make me m ** for five? " - "Enjoy the evening."

The fifth day

The vocabulary is rapidly narrowing to the bazaar market. I am in the image of Lolita, with two tails and a pea skirt. Two came in, brought with them a dubious look of girls, packed them with beer. They examined again, discussed again. Someone poked his fingers and laughed: “Are these boobs? Here my wife has the third size! " “This is wonderful, but you can’t eat one borsch all the time.” In the morning, they took their women drunk from beer, put a thousand in stockings. "This is for you for three, for trying."

The sixth day

He returned "Dear Jacket" for 50 years: "Call me a cat." With friends. One for some reason with my daughter. At least he introduced her like that. The second is similar to a warehouse guard. Our hall was thrown. Guests are monetary, we work only for them. “I'll get you out of here. Are there any education? I will arrange for normal work. ” In Privat, he turns off the light and removes his pants. I will sober up. The score of 56 thousand remained unpaid.

The seventh day

In a row a few privates. A pleasant character in Armani hat, a pack of money in his hands. “Give me your phone number, I will write you romantic SMS.” Well, at least someone here is a romantic. At that moment, the rope breaks off on the stage. I am surprised when I find a puddle of blood under the head of Alena. We are closing. The three of us in Privat, change her in normal clothes. An ambulance arrives. Doctors are interested in whether they did not beat. I spend the rest of the night in the common room.

The eighth day

I learned to draw even arrows, to overcome the dresses so that they remain like dresses, but there was no feeling of “dress”. And most importantly, that it can be quickly removed. Barmen are already smiling at me. Accepted. "Builders" came. Torn stockings to me. They did not leave for new money, because it was not left. Vadim ... Vladimir ... I don't remember. We checked all evening. Four private dances. And he said that he could not be surprised. Five for tea. He is very. Very. Very cute.

Ninth day

The more a man makes you compliments, the more romance in him, the less he has money. You can survive this for a couple of minutes, carefully listen to him that he does not be upset that his efforts were in vain, and not to notice anymore.

I have some crowds of non-nursing fans. They reproach with mercantiles, they say that this is impossible. What is it how to stand on Yaroslavka or even worse. Although what could be worse is not very clear. And in general, friends, let's leave romance for other situations. Here we are at work. Three more lost sheep. "Girls, do you have sex?" - "No. We are dancing here. And we do not have sex. For three months already not. ”

Tenth day

Club's birthday. Vadim-Vladimir came again. I treated it with champagne, drank cognac and left. "I'm very tired, I'll go." He does not believe my stories about falling in love. “Now I’ll leave, and you will go to this,” he nods his head towards some huge burning uncle. So it turned out, in general. Someone took pictures with us. Someone discussed whose underpants how much they cost. Someone called to spend the holidays at sea. Someone promised to save again. Privatas, privates, privat. In honor of the birthday there are two at the price of one.

The eleventh day

Some kind of thin boy, not at all my type. We go into the room. “No need to dance. I just liked you, I decided to give you a thousand. Just like that. In general, I am a pimp. " Well, it starts. "Former. And now the deputy. Show a crust? " - "Yes, sure. Wow. Wow. Cool".

Day twelfth

The last day before the New Year holidays. We are trying to find out from the administrators when the first working day. Christmas? “Well, on Christmas is unlikely. This is a sin. " Oh yes, the club is just a place for reasoning about sin.

The thirteenth day

For the holidays, everyone was in place, almost no one in the hall. Some Chinese man, with embarrassment, grabs his head and hides his eyes. The second is dancing on the stage. Today is the girl’s holiday ... Here again, “My” guest. 40 years old, well dressed. I see them already from afar. Talk about the problems of fathers and children, as usual, smoothly flow into the topic of meetings outside the club. "Well, what are you all about one thing, you will invite me on a date." - “Yes. Let me invite you on a date. Real date ". I wrote it to the phone like NN.

Day fourteenth,

The fifteenth day

Doctors and antibiotics. The “Real Date” had to be canceled. I meet NN in the hall. "And I thought you were sick." I'm ill. And then I practice medicines. I ask NN to sit with me so as not to be expelled to dance. He is sitting. "Are you here because of money?" - "Well, yes, how else?" He leaves five for tea, puts it on a taxi home. It seems that I will go on a date.

The sixteenth day,

The seventeenth day

Without alcohol, it is easier physically, but more difficult psychologically. But they constantly try to pour in my whiskey, no matter how unlocking that I do not drink. "Well, red, what are you, well, tell me something good." Well, okay, especially since I had such a wonderful “real date”. The early guest is the one who came to midnight. Brush in a purple strip and tie. In the same strip. Again an adult uncle, that means mine. "Let's go to Privat?" - "What is there in Privat?" - "Knight dances." I demonstrate how it can be. "What, and all?" - "And all." NN is waiting again until the morning in the hall: "I wanted to go in, but suddenly you dance there for someone."

The eighteenth day

I'm sober again. Two 0.5 Energy per night. There are no guests. One and that morning. In Privat, for some reason, he closes the door from the inside. I'm starting to dance. Well, at least the hands do not pull, and that is good. Fig with him, in some underpants. “Let's sit down, don't be afraid. I will not be without a condom. Don't be afraid. Everyone knows me here. " I'm only afraid that the door is closed behind me. I remember the beautiful NN with his beautiful courtship and flowers, now it somehow saves my brain. It’s good that I can get beautifully. Again leave with one guarantee. “Well, you are upset. There are two prizes: either a man or money. ”

I'm leaving without prizes. NN did not call me anymore.