My Melissa St. John Days
at Lee Burlesk
At the Two O'Clock Club where I danced as a stripper in
Boston, Massachusetts, I made quite a lot of money. I got paid for
dancing as well as commission on the drinks I hustled. The management
would sometimes pay the commission a day or two late which did not
bother me because I always received it by Tuesday. But a lot of the
dancers had trouble getting their money.
Then one Tuesday arrived, and I still had not got my commission money. I asked the guy that always paid me for it. He said, "Don't worry about it. You'll get it later in the week.” This really made me angry. I decided right then that I was not going to join the ranks of the "whiners" for their money.
I did my stage show as I was required to do and then went to the dressing room and sat down. I was not in there more than fifteen minutes when the big bouncer came back and hollered, "What are you doing in here?" I replied, "Sitting." He said, "Get out there and sell those drinks!" I answered, "I was hired to be a stripper. That's what my contract says. If I hustle the drinks, I want to get paid my commission for it. And I'm not gonna do anything but my shows tonight unless I get my commission money. I'm not doin' it free."
He left. I really did not care if they fired me because I had decided not to work free and not to wonder when I was going to get paid - if at all.
The bouncer was not gone more than five minutes. He came in the dressing room and handed me my commission money. He said, "Here!" I said, "Thanks!" and went out and started hustling drinks.
Then one Tuesday arrived, and I still had not got my commission money. I asked the guy that always paid me for it. He said, "Don't worry about it. You'll get it later in the week.” This really made me angry. I decided right then that I was not going to join the ranks of the "whiners" for their money.
I did my stage show as I was required to do and then went to the dressing room and sat down. I was not in there more than fifteen minutes when the big bouncer came back and hollered, "What are you doing in here?" I replied, "Sitting." He said, "Get out there and sell those drinks!" I answered, "I was hired to be a stripper. That's what my contract says. If I hustle the drinks, I want to get paid my commission for it. And I'm not gonna do anything but my shows tonight unless I get my commission money. I'm not doin' it free."
He left. I really did not care if they fired me because I had decided not to work free and not to wonder when I was going to get paid - if at all.
The bouncer was not gone more than five minutes. He came in the dressing room and handed me my commission money. He said, "Here!" I said, "Thanks!" and went out and started hustling drinks.
100 STORIES FROM AN OLD STRIPPER
By Opal Dockery