There are two kinds of showers that are important in the life of a stripper
. The first involves liquid funds and setting up your ass
My introduction to what I consider "The. Sexiest. Shower. Ever." bordered on obscenity and created a lust for money in a way that I had never experienced before. It coincided with what I call a "3:30 AM miracle" at the strip club -- during slow shifts I pray with every ritualistic bounce of the booty for that busload of men to break down right in front of our club. In reality, at least one more rush of people spending money in that last half-hour before we close would be fabulous.
It was 3:40 AM on a quiet June night and I was dancing my last 20 minute stage set to my reflection in the mirror since the room contained more tipsy dancers than tipping clients. I had only been stripping at most two or three weeks when I got my first and only money shower to date. I had been working a double shift and had made only slightly over $100 for nearly 13 hours of work. Pouting inside, shaking the booty and smiling outside, my miracle manifests when the girls point out that three of my friends have arrived and are commandeering a corner of the bar.
I shake, saunter, and shimmy over with a huge grin on my face. Several off-stage girls run over to the male friend of the group who is rather well known in our corner of Williamsburg (and is also a known spender at the club) but he's come to see how I'm doing so I start summoning up the small bag of sexy tricks I've learned thus far. Basic booty bounce. My shamanic shake. I deep-throat the double ended dildo him and the guys got me for my birthday last year. I get on my back for some acrobatics. Upside down with one leg on the pole and the other spread out in the air to show off the well-hung coochie, the bartender tells me to stay right where I am and it begins.
Money shower Type A: The bartender stands over me with a pile of singles in one hand, and uses her other hand to deal out the dough rapidly. Money flies over me, under me, on my face, my breasts, my cooch, my hair. Time stands still but the money counter keeps ticking. I'm laughing out loud, I had never even seen money showers done or heard of the concept until it happened to me and being the lucky recipient ultimately felt loving, lustful, lewd, and ludicrous!
Money shower Type B: I stood up to thank my friends and they threw even more money in fistfuls! I was in total shock and felt like TEH DIVA. I was literally swimming in singles and had more than doubled my income for the evening as a result of their generosity. I am eternally grateful, both for the money and the priceless memory.
I fight envy when I see another stripper get showered by one of their clients now. I long to feel that certain kind of special again, even if only for a quick-rinse $20 shower. Sigh. Every girl has their night once in a while, though, and it isn't always so blatantly obvious. In the past I've commented on someone getting a shower only to be told (on occasion) it was from a boyfriend, but does that really decrease the personal value of the experience? I don't think it would for me.
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Finally, the second shower isn't of a new type, it's just the one after your shift involving good ole soap and water. While for me stripping is a fantasy come true, it is indeed a dirty one given the nature of money, carpets on small stages, and men's hands. I feel more physically purified when showering after stripping than I do after sex. You know it was a bad day at work if you didn't dance up a sweat or get groped enough to warrant one. ;)