Sunday Night at the Honeypot Club

Sunday night I went to the honeypot club again, yup :o) again, since the opening night on Wednesday night. Mel was at the door, who was pretty cool and we chatted a bit. She broke her leg or foot from Motor Cross about a month back, and someone stood on it at the weekend so she's going to be sitting behind the desk for most of the next few days. Mel is a hair dresser who works as a hostess at the club. And a very nice and friendly one too. The night was very quiet, with about 10 blokes (geezers) in the whole place, which was pretty cool, because as soon as I got inside, the bar maid approached me for a drink and I sat myself down at the front of the stage. Some of the girls were lounging around all over the place. Dakota was the first one to sit down next to us. She was nice and we chatted for a while. Jordon was on stage at the time, my favourite to say the least, but she is not the most sociable. It's either that or she gets enough offers to make a pretty good killing each night. Destiny the single mum sat by us after Dakota, and we spoke for a bit too. It was quite interesting to know, from Newcastle, NSW, she dances in a local club in Newcastle and in Sydney, and has a 2 year old child. Apparently she split up with her boyfriend about the same time as when she got pregnant. So she's been dancing for 7 years now, but to be honest she didn't make much effort on stage. But then again she did say there are no punters in tonight and they still have to perform. They got $100 per night from the house, and 50% of what they got from private lap dances. Which meant from 7pm until 2am, she earned less than $200 bucks for a nights work. Which still beats stacking shelves in a super market. There were a couple of drunks there, but they were harmless. It would have seemed that the girls knees have become pretty red and raw from all the bending and turning and spinning around on the stage. And Destiny pointed out how bruised her knees were, and they were very much black and blue. Honey (stage name) who was one of Destiny's (also stage name) buddies for many years now, sat down with a bag of ice over her legs as soon as she came off the stage. Some of the girls worked around the floor when they were off stage to try to pull a few guys for a private dance as it was the only way to earn more money. Some of the others just sat together in a group to amuse themselves. The dancing on stage became more of a tedious chore now for them since they had to go up 3 times a night to do the same ole routine. Miming to the music while stripping is not a particularly sexy thing to be doing. It just makes them look bored shitless. I wouldn't even call it that at this point as some of them come on the stage with so little on as it is. It was beginning to become a bit of a piss take, and amusing. It was pretty cool to hang out with the girls that night, although they didn't stick around for too long. And trying to get a conversation out of some of them was hard work. I guess flash the cash and they'll be more friendly, not entirely true. Jordon was hard work, she sat there looking like she was sulking, or piss bored all night. They had a few more experienced and more mature dancers from Sydney that weekend too, and it was quite funny to see those who put some dosh in their panties got more than they had bargained for when they jumped off the stage and prowled the floor. Shaking their tits in the guys face. In fairness he must have spent a good few hundred bucks. Speaking of that, so have I. The tall leggy blonde, Bridget wasn't working, which was a shame, she was really nice company. Only the Sydney Pro's took everything off that night. Destiny told me they weren't supposed to take everything off on stage and was told off about it by the management after the first night. Disappointing. Apparently on Saturday night they all went to Discovery a night club just down the road, after the club closed at 2am, what a damn shame. So what do strippers get up to when they're not stripping? Your guess is as good as mine, exactly as what everyone else does, go out get pissed have a laugh. They look after their bodies better though in fairness. That means no chips, no kebabs, no curries, no beer, the typical stapple diet of the average english rose. Sorry girls but it's true. One in five of British girls, and blokes, are obese says the latest survey. And you know what obesity is associated with? Ugly and stupid, hence the cliche, stupid fat and ugly. The Sydney girls were quite lame, as they tried to make it more arty with their choreographed routine. Yawn, just get on with it. It was still interesting all the same. I was going to ask Jordon for another dance as she was definitely one of the fittest girls there, but she was such a miserable cow that I didn't. Instead I asked Honey as soon as she came off the stage. Bad idea, it wasn't a very good lap dance, and she was more knackered exhausted and wasn't too energetic and just wriggled about on the floor instead. Afterwards I was told to piss off, great, she was so friendly, peck on the cheek. I ended up chatting to Mel who came upstairs to work behind the booking desk. Sound lass. I'd go back just to have a chat with her.