[Neke]

I just wanted to add that it has to be something you feel comfortable being referred to – something you could respond to every day. I ran a lot of names through my head before I found something that felt like it fit. I eventually chose something the same length as my nickname, starting with the same letter – it didn’t feel as weird at first to have everybody call me that. Try not to choose something too strange either, because I find guys have trouble hearing a name over loud music if it’s something completely foreign to them.

I’ll chuck out a few too, in case it helps anybody – Holly already has a nice long list though, and she’s covered all the bases.

Envy, Rose, Tara, Charlotte, Libby, rocket, krista, nadia, kat, melody, heidi, charlie, sunkey, holly, mishka, nina, dotti, alexus, liza, tia, jemma, deja, flick, rogue, maritious, imogen, scarlet, candy / lipstick (I find girls who use those type of names are usually trashy, but there are always exceptions )

And for guys, the only names i’ve ever come across are Buck and big jim – that kind of thing.

[Neke]

That was really, really well put charley. I’d like to stress the importance of your relationship with your partner as well – It took my ex about 6 months before I started to believe him when he said he was ok with it, and then a few months later he blew up. He was not ok with it. My partner now was friends with me for a long time before we got together and he knows me, he knows what I’m like, he knows all the details about what I do. There has to be a lot of trust there – he knows I’m not going to meet up with anybody after work and he knows I will always stick to the rules.

Charley spoke about cars – most girls don’t drive to work. A lot of them drink and then catch a cab home. I purposefully drive because I’m not stupid enough to drink and drive, so that way I can never have more than a few drinks in a night – I’ve found this works really well. People offer me drinks constantly, and I would probably take them if I wasn’t driving, so this keeps me sober all night. It’s a party atmosphere, but a lot of girls forget that you’re not there to party – you’re at work.

Don’t tell anyone your real life story, name, address, etc.

This is really really important, especially now with things like facebook and myspace – one of our hostesses who uses her real name was being harassed on facebook a while back. I have a fake name, a real name, and a fake real name. When people are bugging and bugging me for my real name at work, I give them my fake real name. They then shut up, thinking that they’re special and they’re much closer to me than anybody else in the club. I tell the intelligent guys what I do – I’m a journalism student – but I make a joke about it when anybody else asks. This week I’m a dolphin trainer. Last week I was an astronaut – It’s obviously fake, so they don’t think you’re just lying to them, but when they’re chuckling over it I can change the subject. I also tell them I live in the suburb where my last house was – that way I know the area, I can talk about it if they ask (small talk like construction, traffic and that really good restaurant on the corner), but they can’t follow me home.

And Butterfli, I could cut my hours – but then I wouldn’t make that much more than somebody working a normal job. The only difference would be that I don’t work very often and I get naked, so in my opinion there wouldn’t be much point. As charley said, there are a lot of benefits and it is a lot more fun than any other job I could be doing at college – you just have to be more careful than in any other job. So the tiredness is worth it and is easily fixed by a red bull, tiger balm and arnica.

[Neke]

I agree, I’ve seen it go bad a lot as well. But mostly girls get overexcited about the money and spend big and don’t prepare for the bad times, when there isn’t as much. When girls get messed up in my experience, there are usually drugs involved… just stay the hell away from drugs. It starts with just one, or just sometimes, and then they’re living on the streets. Some clubs have a higher number of girls who do drugs than others (hardly anybody at my club would do drugs at work, and there are a surprisingly high number of girls who are squeaky clean).

So yeah, i just wanted to stress what Rouge said – choose the club carefully.

[Neke]

I figured I should probably reply to this or I might have glittery cupcakes thrown at me. Please keep in mind that while some of this might sound a bit wild or whatever, it is not wild in a sexual way. Just mostly us being idiots. This is a massive essay, but I figured that’s what you wanted. If I just said ‘do it’ or ‘don’t do it’ I’m sure you would roll your eyes and kick me https://www.studioveena.com/img/smilies/icon_tongue.gif Be aware that I don’t usually talk about this either, I like to leave the person that I am at work, at work (which is probably why I"m funny about posting videos). I don’t mind if it helps you though.

First of all, this is from my club. I think clubs in America are very different, but I have no idea. I’ve worked at other clubs here that were similar, but made me act slightly more civilised. For example, my friend and I got in trouble at another club for chasing each other around the room trying to attack each other (she has those g-strings that unclip on the sides and gets really annoyed when I undo them… I can’t do my bra back up while it’s on the right way so she loves undoing it… so we constantly chase each other when we’re bored). We do not get in trouble for doing this at my club, which is the main reason I love it. I can be loud, or outrageous, or talk in pig latin – one of my friends loves to yell my name out at the top of her lungs when I arrive at night. They don’t discourage this stupid behaviour and I can act any way I want. If I’m in a stupid mood, I can act like a retard. One of the girls goes for the guys who just want to chill out and have fun, and she breakdances in her lapdances, and does cartwheels, and the whole thing is just crazy. The other night somebody spoke in an obviously fake french accent all night and nobody noticed – i love talking to drunk guys in a fake dumb, ditsy way that they take seriously, but everybody else knows is me mocking them.

So I love being able to be whoever I feel like being and acting in a way that I would otherwise never get to do in the real world because It’s not socially acceptable or even remotely normal. The fake name helps with this I think, because there are no real-world consequences for your actions.

The second thing I love most about the job is that it is not hospitality. When somebody annoys the hell out of you in almost any other job, you have to smile and take it. If somebody says something I don’t like at work, I can respond in any manner I feel fit… I can insult them (which is much more fun if you are classy about it and don’t get angry)… when I started they used to really piss me off and I slapped a lot of them, or I’d kick them.. this would occasionally get me in trouble. Now I have a more lighthearted attitude, so I’ll wedgie them or spill a drink on them or something – pisses them off, doesn’t get me in any serious trouble. If somebody is being an ass though, they will usually get kicked out straight away anyway. My favourite response to somebody being rude is to make a big fuss and say ‘Oh no, I’m so sorry, I really have to go – I’ve got something really important I have to do! Sorry!’ and then kind of hurry away as fast as you can, and stand in the corner and stare at the wall with your back to the guy.

The third thing I love is that you get to meet a lot of interesting people. I can’t think of a single profession that hasn’t been covered.. school teachers, engineers, mechanics, chefs, bar tenders, salespeople, marine biologists, government officials, football players, counterstrike competition finalists.. I’ve had drinks with a rock band… I don’t even remember who, but it was something like Korn. Their voices were hoarse from yelling and one of the girls fainted she was so excited to meet them. I"ve also met Brad pitt’s cousin, Drew barrymore’s personal assistant and a princess of some African place – people like to make crazy shit up.

One guy was a professional lego builder – he goes to shopping centres around the country and erects insane lego buildings for display – I didn’t believe him so I found one of his friends who confirmed it.

The fourth thing is obviously the dancing – I love learning tricks, and spinning fast, and I love having a constant stream of guys wanting me and not being able to have me. It’s quite empowering to say no when a muscly, gorgeous, tanned, sweet guy asks you to go home with him. (It’s against the law here to even meet somebody from the club for coffee after work. I always say no.)

Don’t worry about your weight. There are some guys who won’t like you, and there are some guys who will. This doesn’t happen often at my club, but I have heard guys say some nasty stuff about girls, and about me when I started and was heavier. Nasty remarks about girls that were too skinny, or had a huge ass, or no ass… tiny tits, fake tits… There is no way to please everyone, and there will always be guys who don’t like you. If a guy comes in looking for a skinny blonde, he will not like you. If he comes in looking for a black chick with a huge ass, he will not like you. But for every few guys who doesn’t like you, there will be somebody who does. And he wont’ just like you, you’ll be his idea of a perfect woman (everybody has a different version) and he will want to spend the whole night with you and then you’re rich. A lot of guys will book a girl purely because she looks nice… but most of them want to talk to her first, to see what her personality is like. They do actually care about that. Girls with perfect bodies but no personalities don’t make much money here.

Now the bad stuff…The whole thing is a mindfuck. You either learn to deal with it or you don’t. Rejection is hard… I have a rejection meter. It slowly creeps up as more people reject me, once one of them says yes to a dance, it resets back to zero. Once it reaches the top it starts flashing and I tantrum.

Somebody will tell you that your ass is too big, the next person will say it’s a shame your ass is so small… it gets really confusing, and it can really knock your self confidence around a lot. I would be in tears at work a few times a week my first few months, and then at least once a week for a few months after that. It really gets to you. There are often girls in tears… we call it stripper stress.

Having said that though, now nothing bugs me. And even in your first week, getting up on stage and having people tell you all night long how beautiful you are is kind of awesome. I never used to think I was beautiful.. at first I was like ‘yeah right, whatever.’ After enough people say it, it really sinks in. There’s no denying it when hundreds of people are telling you over and over again.

I think I"ve done everything right since I started. If I could change anything, it would be to have this carefree attitude I have now, back then. But I couldn’t, because it has come from years of dancing. Before I started, I asked my friend who introduced me to it what she had gotten out of it in the 3 years she’d been dancing. She took me to her wardrobe, opened it up and said ‘ a shitload of handbags and shoes!’ She thought that was hilarious.. I did not. I manage my money well, I don’t go out partying, I don’t do drugs, I don’t drink it away. I’ve been on a heap of ski trips, which makes me insanely happy. I have a nice car, and an expensive comfy couch, and a heap of material possessions… I set myself a list of things I wanted to save for when I started, and I bought them all. Then I created a new list, and I did that too. Now I want enough money for a house deposit and a trip around the world, and then I will quit. Then I will have gotten something out of all this at least, instead of just partying like some girls do. Save for specific things and have a budget and put everything else away, is the best advice I can offer. Don’t ever even try one tiny little drug. Don’t drink much at work – only have one or 2. You feel sexier when you’re drunk… you are not.

One last thing, some clubs do have all skinny girls with fake boobs and blonde hair. You have to be a size 12 or under to work at love and rockets here. I would only go there for a bit of quick cash, it’s not somewhere i would want to settle down. Pick the club carefully… go in and figure out the atmosphere, figure out the rules. Some clubs here allow mouth contact, or at least they let the girls get away with it. My club does not – you need everybody following the same rules. If the girl next to you doesn’t mind grinding up against a guy and you will not do it, you will make less cash, so pick a place where everybody does the same things.

I told myself at the beginning that I would do it until I stopped having fun or stopped making money – you need both of those things. I have had a ball working as a dancer – I have had some terrible nights, but I usually end up meeting at least one nice person who makes it all better and restores my faith in men. You need to have a line and not cross it. I dont’ always make a lot of money either – I can count the number of nights that I’ve made zero dollars on one hand, but they are still out there – it’s a risky business. There is a possibility you could work 10 hours and not make a cent.

If you want to do it, do it. I have had fun, but I don’t know if you will. I have seen a lot of girls get all excited, start working and then never come back. It messes up your mind and your body. I am always tired and grumpy. It’s not the same tired you get from a normal job. My muscles are always sore – You know when you lift so much that your muscles are tired and sore? And then you keep using them and they hurt so much you want to cry? Working at a club, they get that sore… and then you have to do stage again and again, after you thought you were about to die. It’s not good for you and it’s not healthy and I never see my friends because I sleep all day… but I still love it.

I can give you a million good stories and a million bad… I’ve been in tears, have been handed a $100 note and the tears dried up instantly. I’ve been in a great mood, and some asshole has treated me like shit. It messes with you and you have to be able to take the good with the bad to do it.

[Neke]

In response to the questions about private settings on youtube, you can’t make it so just your friends can see. You have to set it to private instead of public and then specify each individual person you want to allow access to (they have to be in your friends list)

I’m not going to encourage people to do that instead of posting on Veena’s site though! I think most people on here would look past the sexiness or whatever and just appreciate the pole dancing. Having said that, I’m not comfortable at the idea that people might judge me for working in a club so I haven’t posted any on here yet – all the girls I’ve met are wonderful, but there are a lot of people here who I don’t know. I don’t send my vids to many people either – less than 10. If I wanted to show lots of friends I wouldn’t bother setting it to private.

Congrats again on the move skivvies! Be sure to take some pics https://www.studioveena.com/img/smilies/icon_e_smile.gif

[Neke]

Congrats on the new move!

My videos are all set to private glitter, but I will happily share with anybody on here who wants to see me jumping around like a lunatic (I actually have videos where all I do is jump around like a lunatic… The other night my boss put on the nutbush and the macarena to get rid of all the guys and my friend made me do the dances to them on stage with her. The nutbush is hard in heels…)

Sliding down with your legs together hurts at first – I used to bend one knee backwards as I slid down instead of having both legs straight, that’s easier I think.

[Neke]

You’re too cute to be a moron https://www.studioveena.com/img/smilies/icon_e_biggrin.gif

[Neke]

Happy birthday little munchkin!!! Send us all a birthday pole video https://www.studioveena.com/img/smilies/icon_e_biggrin.gif
*KISSES*

[Neke]

When I was learning how to dance on our spinning pole, I just jumped on and held on for dear life https://www.studioveena.com/img/smilies/icon_e_biggrin.gif I didn’t worry about getting onto it properly or looking graceful, i just leapt on it and didn’t let go… eventually I got used to the momentum and was able to control my movements better I think. (Sometimes i still run up to it and leap on like a maniac)… WWWeeeeEEEEE! (Yes, I come with sound effects.)

[Neke]

Lol Veena I think you just got unlucky! I’ve been waxing for years, and the first time I got it done i had done some research and was expecting it to hurt. I thought I’d cry, and scream, and squirm… I was so ready for extreme pain that when it actually came to the waxing I was like ‘Is that IT!?’ To be fair though, I did have a good waxer.

I’ve been to many good waxers and many bad ones since then… you just have to find somebody who knows what they’re doing. Because I’ve been waxing for so long, I find the hair grows back a lot slower, and even as the hair is growing back it is so sparse and fine you can’t really see it from a distance (important for me!) – it grows back lighter and finer. If you shave in between I think it will ruin it, slicing the hair off and making it stronger, instead of pulling it out at the roots and making it finer.

Since I went back to college last year, I became poor and started waxing myself. I use professional brazillian wax for sensitive areas and heat it up in a professional waxing pot. I bought the pot on sale, and after 2 waxes I had saved money by not doing it professionally. It’s the type that you pull off with your fingers like they use in salons, not the ones with cloth strips or anything.

The best tip I can give is to use baby powder (as yogabeachbabe said). I put more on in between each application, and it stops the wax from gripping onto your skin – it just grabs the hair. Rip it off against the hair as well, not in the same direction that it’s growing. I wax my best friend as well, and she gets overexcited with the baby powder, tipping piles of it all over her and all over my house – she knows it stops the pain! Once you get used to doing it yourself it’s really very easy, although if you don’t do it properly you will get ingrown hairs.

On a side note, when I go to a salon I don’t mind getting a brazillian… but my beauty therapist refuses to let me leave until she’s done my eyebrows, which makes me kick and scream and tantrum – they hurt a billion times more than anywhere else. So if you can put up with that then you’ll be fine with a brazillian https://www.studioveena.com/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif

[Neke]

Well said pole-twista, I would love to have you in my club! I want to mention though, that sometimes it is the guys that are boring as well. Boys are so stupid. I always try to perform to the crowd, and I enjoy what I do, but it’s so hard really getting into it if the guys don’t even care. I smile and try to look like I’m having fun anyway, but half of my show is kind of playing it up to the audience and if they’re not particularly interested it’s so hard. It feels so stupid smiling at nothing, or putting on a whole show when people aren’t paying much attention. It is the dancers job to get their attention and keep it, but I have to make eye contact to do that and sometimes guys just want to sit there and stare into space looking grumpy.

I like to give these boys wedgies… they don’t like that at all! https://www.studioveena.com/img/smilies/icon_e_wink.gif

I know exactly what you mean though… my best trick on stage is to make eye contact with the guys and to smile – you can’t just smile though, you have to genuinely make yourself have fun or it looks fake. Not all the girls do it, and they get the guys who just want tits and ass for small amounts of money and time. Because I act like a lunatic, I get the ones that want to chill out and have fun for hours. Don’t tell the other girls, that’s my best kept secret https://www.studioveena.com/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif

[Neke]

Just to be clear, I’m only coming if there are cupcakes involved. And you have to wear that red outfit… ALL of it, complete with lipstick and flower https://www.studioveena.com/img/smilies/icon_e_wink.gif

[Neke]

Hey guys,
Sorry if i over-reacted, I am possibly a teeny tiny bit oversensitive to people judging or pigeon-holing exotic dancers… I don’t post my videos publicly for a reason, lol https://www.studioveena.com/img/smilies/icon_e_wink.gif

I’ve always tried to dance in a way that is the opposite of skanky! I think I was just surprised to hear you say that girls working in clubs don’t do much on stage – that’s so sad. I know quite a few girls who travel all over the country dancing at different clubs who are stunning, so it’s safe to say that there’s at least a few girls at every club here who could blow your mind!I’m nowhere near as good as them, but I would like to be one day (although I am sure it will not be until long after I have stopped dancing professionally).

Even the girls that don’t do any pole tricks are still stunning, because they can always do something – You know when you slowly shake a pencil in front of your eyes and it starts to look all rubbery? One of the girls can do that with her body, although I don’t know how… I love it!

Thank you for your kind words Veena! I have seen some pretty amazing videos on here from other girls working in clubs and I know there are lots around, but I figured that with nearly 5000 members here they would be the minority.

And Fleur, those videos were beautiful (as always!) https://www.studioveena.com/img/smilies/icon_e_smile.gif

[Neke]

Oi, Back off! I am her number one fan! I shall duel you for it https://www.studioveena.com/img/smilies/icon_king.gif

[Neke]

You were going to quit!!!?? Man I need to check the forums more often. You little turd!! If you quit I would personally fly halfway across the world, rock up at your house with an x pole and just sit there poking you with it until you put it up it and started dancing for me. Then I would steal your cupcakes and jingle around in your belly dancing costume. (Don’t judge me, lol.)