Posts Tagged "Stripping"
Jun4

Randomness

Posted at 3:26 PM • 10 Comments

I feel like blogging, despite having nothing to say, so I’ll warn you in advance that this is going to be mostly nonsense.

I can’t believe it’s been a month since I had my boob job. It was something that I built up in my head as being such a huge deal, and then it was all over and it was so easy and now it’s like they’re just a regular old part of me (a particularly awesome part, mind you). I saw my plastic surgeon this week for my four week post-op check up, and he said that I’m recovering extremely well and that I’ve healed a lot faster than most patients do from this particular procedure, which probably means I’m very healthy, so that is some really good news! It also means I can finally stop wearing my hideous brown post-op support bra, and start wearing pretty bras again. I went shopping this week and bought three gorgeous sets, and I can’t wait to wear them in a shoot! I can’t believe how hard it is to find bras in my size now though, most manufacturers don’t go up to a 12E/34E.

It’s come to that time of year where the private party stripping scene curls up and dies for a few months, which means I have to try to curb my shopping habit. Most of my work comes from bachelor parties, and since nobody gets married when it’s cold and wet, June tends to be a pretty shitty month for those of us in the naked entertainment industry! As much as it sucks not earning much money, it is kinda nice to have a bit of a break from the chaotic summer weekends where we have to rush around to 10 parties a night!

I’m really looking forward to the upcoming summer and the craziness of work that will come with it. Starting up the Candy Kittens duo show is one of the best things that’s happened to me in terms of stripping, and we’ve got so much exciting promo stuff planned. I really hope that at some point it becomes lucrative enough for us to take the show interstate – Hunter and I are both very business-minded, motivated people so I think we have a lot of potential. The blonde hair and big boobs probably doesn’t hurt us, either. ;)

Here’s a pic I found of a cat, it makes me laugh so hard. Cats are seriously the most awesome thing ever.

dragonkitty

And here’s another pic from the photography exhibition launch party that I spoke about in my last entry. This is Annemarie, the owner of Addora Live, and I. I think it’s really pretty. :)

ashlee adams addora live

xox

Mar12

Why I suck at strip clubs.

Posted at 1:45 PM • 18 Comments

Every six months or so, I decide to work in a strip club for a week. Every time I think, ” This time I will hustle and I will make money! This time will be different!” … But it never is.

I had a think about it in the cab on the way home from work early this morning, and I think there are four core things that attribute to my general inability to have a lucrative night in a strip club.

1. I genuinely enjoy conversing with people. Last night, I made sure I was on my feet, walking around and talking to guys all night but I still left with very little cash. I think one of my main problems is that I get so immersed in conversation that I end up feeling awkward asking someone to see me naked after we’ve been chatting for half an hour. It’s funny, because I had so many guys tell me last night that I was the friendliest and most genuine girl they’d spoken to all night, that the other girls were so fake and money hungry. Despite that, they never said they wanted a lap dance from me, and I never asked… which brings me to my second problem.

2. I am not comfortable with asking people for money. I’m someone who has had to stop lending money to people entirely, because I felt so uncomfortable asking people to pay it back… even when large sums of money are owed to me I feel like a total asshole if I ask for it. I can stand there and chat to groups of guys for hours and make them laugh and have fun, but when it comes to uttering the words, “Would you like to have a lap dance?” I totally freeze. I do sometimes wonder if most guys just assume I don’t even do lap dances, since I rarely (if ever) offer them, while most of the other girls will aggressively push for it within 30 seconds of saying hello. The only time I ever sell dances is when someone approaches me and asks for one… and unfortunately when you’re just one in a sea of hot, semi-naked girls, that doesn’t happen all too often.

3. I have a soul. Over the years I have watched girls make huge sums of money by finding a guy too drunk to make rational decisions and milking his credit card for every cent he has. I am just not okay with that. I would feel really terrible about myself if I took advantage of a drunk guy and was the reason he couldn’t make his mortgage payment the next week, but apparently a lot of girls don’t care and will use their evil stripper powers to suck him dry.

4. I am intimidated by other women. Thin, attractive women especially. One of my major downfalls is that I can’t get past the attitude of, “There’s so many hot girls here to choose from, why would anyone want a dance from me?”

I suppose it all comes down to the fact that I just ain’t a hustler. I’m a nice, fun, happy girl but I’m not a bullshit artist, I’m not an actor, I’m not gonna kiss your ass in an obvious attempt to take every last cent from your wallet, and I don’t have the confidence to talk you into spending your money on me. Until I can change that, I will just have to resign myself to the fact that while other girls will walk away with thousands at the end of the night, my stripper purse will contain just a lowly $2oo.

At least I only do it twice a year, right?!

Feb1

Full Moons

Posted at 10:02 PM • 23 Comments

It’s funny how whenever I take the time to write a blog I rarely get more than 10 comments, but when I post up a couple of nudes I get bombarded with them, heheheh. My site views this week have been astronomical!

I had an okay weekend. Work on Saturday night was pretty good, despite it being a full moon. You know, I am probably the least superstitious, most skeptical person you will ever meet, and until I started stripping I never believed in full moons having an effect on people but I absolutely believe in it now. Over the years, I have seen some seriously crazy shit go down while the full moon has been lighting up the sky. A lot of men really do turn almost animalistic in their behaviour, and the weirdos seem to come out of their hiding to troll through the strip clubs of the city. Nevertheless, my most recent endeavour to entertain the masses with my naked physique under the light of the full moon went much better than I’d expected it to!

I’ve got a pretty hectic week ahead of me! Between boob job consultations, a trip to the doctors to get my moles checked (something I am freaking the fuck out about because I’m always stressing about the possibility of skin cancer), and a salon appointment to begin my adventure towards platinum blonde hair, I’ve got a LOT on my mind this week!

I’ll leave you with a cute pic my boyfriend snapped of me before we went out to meet my mum & dad for dinner for their wedding anniversary. The adorable skirt I’m wearing was made by my favourite fabulous local designer, so ladies you should check out MoxieMinx.Com and buy yourself some gorgeous vintage style clothes.

Ashlee Adams

Ashlee Adams xo

Nov21

Gossip Gossip

Posted at 5:54 PM • 12 Comments

Last night I had another pole dance class, and I must say I kicked some serious ass! It’s been 4 weeks since my last class and in that time I’ve been doing some pretty intense weight training (both on my own and with my personal trainer) and it was absolutely phenomenal how much strength I’d gained. I was actually really amazed at the ease and grace with which I was performing certain tricks, when 4 weeks ago I couldn’t even lift myself off the ground. Today it feels like my arms have been beaten with a sledgehammer, but fuck, it feels amazing.

Kyle says I can put a pole up in the house in the spare bedroom, but the space is currently being taken up by my couch which I’ve been unable to sell. It’s practically brand new, I bought it early this year and the damn thing took over 2 months to get delivered, so by the time it arrived I only had it for about 2 weeks before I went overseas for a month. Then when I got back, Kyle and I decided to move in together and there’s no room for it in his house. Kinda annoyed I haven’t been able to sell it. Oh well.

This really isn’t a very interesting blog, is it? Haha.

Err so tonight I’m doing my first strip show for the new agent I have signed up with. It’s the first time ever that I’ve done a show for anyone other than Risque, having been 100% loyal to them for my entire private party career. Lately I’ve been feeling a bit shafted by them though, because they’re kinda anti-tattoo. Tattoos don’t fit into their ‘classy’ image or something. That, and the majority of their clientele are stuck-up, misogynistic jackasses who think it’s awesome to wear the tattoo culture on their gaudy, overpriced clothes ala Ed Hardy, but god forbid a woman have real tattoos, because that’s just tacky. WAY more tacky than mens’ clothing with rhinestones and glitter.

I mean, I get that some guys don’t like tattoos but let’s be honest, there’s something about every girl that works for Risque that in theory guys wouldn’t like if you made a note of it to them. It kinda bugs me that when my name is mentioned, it’s always followed with a statement full of negative undertones, “Oh… but she has a LOT of tattoos…” I’ve never heard any of the other girls’ names followed by, “Oh… but she has REALLY bad fake boobs.” I feel a bit like I’m unintentionally being marketed as a skanky biker mole, which is so fucking far from even being close to reality. I’m terrified of bikers.

So yeah, from here on in I’m spreading my services over a few different agents and I’ll see which one is gonna market me properly as a Penthouse Pet. I’m actually quite proud of myself for calling another agent, because usually I’m so fucking spineless and have this stupid overwhelming desire to never piss anyone off and always do the right thing by people even if they’re totally screwing me. This is about as close to standing up for myself as I get.

It took less than 24 hours from me calling the other agency, to my boss at Risque hearing from two people saying they’d heard I’d had a huge falling out with the company and quit to work for Cheeky and that I’d also pulled down the entire Risque website. How’s that for some over-exaggerated gossip?! Apparently the Adelaide stripper scene likes to talk.

On that note, my friends, I will leave you to go kick some Bandit ass on Pandora for an hour or so before it’s time to get ready for work.

Have a good weekend!

Ashlee Adams xo

Oct24

Bad Medicine

Posted at 2:46 PM • 26 Comments

I went costume shopping today for new outfits to wear for work. I’ve been using the old faithful school girl costume as of late, and whilst it’s a popular classic, it kinda sucks because just about every girl at my agency does a school girl show and I imagine if guys at a bachelor party book 5 strippers they’d kinda get a bit bored of seeing tartan skirts after the third or fourth time.

Although Luvaware (the big local costume store) stock hundreds of different costumes, my options are quite limited, because men are simple creatures and they don’t really “get” costumes that are too obscure. Although I would quite happy prance around dressed as Minnie Mouse or Marie Antoinette, drunk men just wanna see a nurse or a cop or a cheerleader or a something cliche like that. Today I settled on a nurse and a sailor… bringing my count of nurse and sailor costumes to 8 and 4, respectively. Yes, I have a serious costume habit.

I remember back many years ago when I was a young, enthusiastic stripper I used to do the best nurse show, complete with plastic syringes filled with lotion, surgical gloves and a whole medical themed playlist (opening with Bon Jovi’s “Bad Medicine”, of course). I guess I’m too lazy to do that kind of thing now.

Anyway, I snapped a couple of webcam pics of the new outfits and thought I’d post them up here, cos I’m nice like that ;)

Ashlee Adams

Ashlee Adams

And because it’s such a nice day and I’m feeling happy and generous, here’s a pic of my booty. Yes I have a huge ass, but meh, it ain’t going anywhere so I’ve learned to love it, haha.

Ashlee Adams

Have a nice weekend, everyone!

Ashlee Adams xo

Oct18

Sunday Q&A

Posted at 5:59 PM • 8 Comments

It’s a lovely Sunday afternoon, the boyfriend is at work, and I’m relaxing on the couch enjoying the scent of my fabulous new strawberry chocolate candles. Since I’m in such a great mood, I decided to post on all my social networking haunts and find out what people want to ask me. Here’s the best questions, along with my answers!

what do people from your school say and think of u now youve gone from geeky blonde schoolgirl to hot as hell penthouse pet? any of them suck up?

Apart from the occasional Facebook interaction, I don’t actually speak to anyone I went to school with, so I’m not really sure. There’s been a few people from school over the years who’ve contacted me and said they can’t believe I’m the same person and congratulated me on my success… I guess because I was always so shy and socially awkward and weird, they find it pretty amazing I turned out like this. I remember a few years back I was dancing at the Crazy Horse and this ‘popular’ guy from my school came in. Now, this guy used to be a fucking jerk to me, and back in high school I doubt he’d have pissed on me if I were on fire, but when he saw me looking all hot in my Victoria’s Secret lingerie his attitude was much more agreeable. He even went so far as to tell me that it’s been ages since he’s seen me and that he “misses me” and that we should totally catch up for a drink. Telling him to go fuck himself was one of the best feelings in the world.

do you get excited when putting on a show on stage?

Depends how you define “excited”. If you mean sexually excited, then no, absolutely not. When I’m performing, sex is the last thing on my mind. There’s just too much other stuff going on for me to even think about feeling aroused – my brain is usually going into overdrive making sure nobody is trying to sneak photos with their cellphone camera, judging the crowd response, making sure nobody is trying to cause trouble, etc. However, if you mean excited in the general sense, then yeah I guess I do. I always get an adrenaline rush, especially when the crowd is loud and enthusiastic. Performing in front of an appreciative crowd really makes me feel awesome and gives me one hell of an ego boost!

how did you get into penthouse online did you call them or other way round

I won the “Aussie Babes” competition that Australian Penthouse ran via their website, and was chosen from a huge bunch of stunning girls to be photographed by Ed Fox for the January 2009 cover & centerfold. I certainly never expected to win when I entered, especially considering the photos I submitted with my entry were shot by my best friend in her back yard with my shitty digital camera and were far from professional. But thanks to the support of all my awesome online pals, I won, and it was one of the best experiences of my life.

What is your idea of a perfect dinner….. Place, style, people and mood of the dinner

Well for starters, I’m a fucking carnivore hahah, so there’d better be some kind of thick juicy steak involved! I’m not really one for the whole romance thing so candlelit dinners aren’t really my style, I love dining out at fancy restaurants and spending big but still like to keep it relatively casual. Good friends, good conversation, good beer or wine and most importantly, good food!

Who gave you your first kiss?

My first kiss was with a boy called Leigh. He was my boyfriend at the time and I think I was about 13 or 14, I guess that makes me a late bloomer? I dunno, I lived in a really small outback town so there wasn’t a lot of kissable boys haha, and I wasn’t exactly Little Miss Popularity back then. Anyway, Leigh was a football player from one of the neighbouring towns that my town played against. I made out with him in the back seat of my parents’ car, something my mum and dad really weren’t too impressed about. He dumped me 2 weeks later because I wouldn’t let him touch my vag. Ah, teen romance, it’s a beautiful thing. Hahaha.

whats your favourite tattoo and whats the meaning behind it? wats your next tattoo plans? How many tattoos do you have?

I honestly don’t know how many tattoos I have. There’s heaps that I don’t know if they count as one or two so I guess rather than making it about numbers, let’s just say I have a lot. I think my favourite tattoo is probably “ZOMBIE KILLER” on the back of my legs under my butt cheeks. It doesn’t really mean much, except that I play Resident Evil a lot and I want to kill zombies in the inevitable apocalypse. I’m not really into tattoos with deep emotional meaning and I’m not someone who wants to permanently etch the trials and tribulations of my life on my skin, I just get tattoos of shit I like. As for my next tattoo plans, I won’t give too much away at this stage and I haven’t started getting anything drawn up yet, but it’s going to be a tribute to my hero, Freddie Mercury.

what is it that keeps you positive in such a a sleazy industry .. do u constantly find yourself swithcing into another state of mind in order to get on with the job

It’s true that I deal with a LOT of crap, but the majority of the time the awesomeness of it outweighs the bad stuff. It’s MySpace that probably bugs me the most because my god are some people on there retarded, which is why apart from the few minutes I spend each day accepting friend requests, I don’t really use it any more. When it comes to working in strip clubs, I think one thing that really gets you through the sleazy rubbish from idiot drunk men is the feeling of camaraderie with the other girls, it’s probably not the same at every club but where I worked we almost had a sisterhood of showgirls. You fuck with one of us, and you fuck with all of us. And I guess if all that fails, I just remind myself of the $1000’s I can bring home on a Saturday night.

if you could live the life of a famous person, dead or alive, for one day, who would it be?

Without question, it would be Marie Antoinette. I am fascinated with her and everything she embodied. She was the original rich socialite party girl with the best fucking wardrobe of anyone ever in the history of the world, but at the same time she was so tragically naive and tormented and ultimately doomed to a violent end. To be able to experience what her life was like, and to know whether she truly deserved what she got or whether she was the victim of propaganda created by a poverty-stricken French kingdom in turmoil, would be simply incredible.

 

Anyway that’s enough Q&A, but maybe I’ll make this a regular Sunday thing if people seem to like reading my answers. Peace out :)

Ashlee Adams xox

Oct15

You are not an author

Posted at 9:08 PM • 9 Comments

People often tell me I should write a book about my experiences as a stripper / nude model.

Quite frankly, I don’t really believe I have anything to say that people would actually pay money to read. Yeah I’ve done some cool shit, seen some crazy stuff, but my life definitely hasn’t been something worth spending a lot of money to publish on paper and sell in book stores.

I’ve always found it rather funny how many strippers have an urge to write down their memoirs – it seems every girl with a decent education and an acceptable grasp of the English language who decides to take her clothes off for money wants to write a book about it. I honestly can’t even count how many budding authors I’ve worked with over the years.

The truth of the matter is that nobody wants to read a book about a well adjusted, normal girl who decides to strip for a living, because that’s just not interesting. Throw in some substance abuse, shady characters, an absent father and a strong moral message about how the adult industry nearly destroyed you but now you’ve come through it to be a better person, and you’ve got yourself a bestseller. Although I am the first to admit my past occasional indulgences in the world of recreational drugs, I was lucky enough to come from a wonderful stable family, have thankfully never been physically or sexually abused, and have managed to avoid associating with people who could land me with a jail sentence. Yup, I have been flashing for cash for years, but truth be told my life is really not very interesting… haha.

As much as I love writing, I think I’ll keep my absent-minded ranting confined to this free blog.

Oct4

Stripped

Posted at 2:28 PM • 15 Comments

It really makes me mad when people suggest I earn too much money for stripping.

Yes it’s true, on a busy Saturday night I can easily pull in more money in just a few hours than most people earn working solidly for 3 weeks, but until you’ve stood completely naked in front of 40 drunk men while they throw food and 5c coins at you and tell you that you’re fat and call you a whore, don’t you dare tell me I don’t deserve the money I make.

It takes an extremely thick skin to survive in the adult industry and not let it completely destroy you. I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t come damn close to breaking me on more than one occasion, but in the end it makes me stronger because I remind myself that I am the better person because I would never treat another human being like that and the fault is with them, not me. When you’re naked you feel quite vulnerable, and it takes a lot of inner strength to be able to deal with men telling you straight to your face that you’re overweight/ugly/a slut. I honestly can’t even count how many times I’ve been told I’m fat, and I don’t think there’s many women out there who could handle something like that.

Stripping might seem like quick, fun, easy cash, and a lot of the time it is. Some of the happiest, funniest, craziest, and most touching moments of my life have been experienced while stripping. However, there’s also times when it sucks that you can’t spend Saturday nights with your friends or your boyfriend, times when people will judge you and assume you’re a cheap dumb trashy whore because of your job, and times when guys will act like pigs and try their best to make you feel really, really shit about yourself.

We strippers definitely earn our thousands, whether you see it or not :)