wingbowl

I started my stripper-day at 7am yesterday. For those of you who do not know what wingbowl is, I will explain. Wingbowl is a chicken-wing eating contest and afterward, thousands of men throughout the greater Philadelphia area disperse to the local strip clubs. They pack in by the thousands, 9am on wingbowl Friday looks like 11pm on the best saturday of all time, ever. You can barely move a muscle in the club without running into someone or spilling your beer.


That being said, it is a great say to make money. Girls come out from stripper retirement to work this glorious of days. If you stay from 7am to 2am you can easily make a grand. But, with me being lazy and all I leave between 6:30 and 7pm.


This year, by 7 , I had probably done at least 20 lapdances (I have no idea, I lost count after about ten) and my tits were scratched to all hell from 5 o'clock shadows. It was a pretty good day for me, I couldn't walk out onto the floor without someone asking me for a dance. I personally feel I spent too much time in the dressing room and could have made much more cash than I actually did. The guys were actually very nice this year, no one was rude save for one guy who thought he was too pretty to be there. Men commented that I was "absolutely lucious looking". No one tried to grab my tits or put their fingers in me. This is quite a feat, and I must say I am very proud of you Men of Philadelphia. Although you had all "been drinking since 4am" or "been drinking since last night" you managed to stay cool and not act lik me assholes towards me. But, I must say I did Barbie-fy myself for the event. Other girls were not so lucky. Some did not remember to ask for their lap dance money up front. I witnessed an old man being held against the wall by a bouncer when he refused to pay a girl after a lap dance. The guy was kicked out and the girl never got her money for what probably was an agonizing 4 minutes. Another girl was verbally assaulted by a woman I can only guess was dragged there by her husband/boyfriend or came to "keep an eye on him" and was uncomfortable being in the same place as so many beautiful, naked women. So thank you cool dudes of Philadelphia for keeping it in your pants, paying the rest of my security deposit and NOT making my day a living hell.