I Should Have Listened To My Mom When She Told Me To Work At A Strip Club

141481287There has been a lot in the news recently about Robert Marucci, the senior from Cocoa, Florida who was suspended from school for starring in adult movies. Many negative comments have been directed at his mom, Melyssa Lieb, for supporting her son’s after school job. But I get it, because my mom really wanted me to work as a coat check girl at a strip club.

I come from a family of hard workers. Both my parents still hold multiple jobs and my sister and I were no exception. During high school I worked in a daycare, taught fitness classes, ran a summer program for underprivileged teens and slung bagels on the weekends. When I enrolled in the local college at 17, classes took up a lot of time and I couldn’t handle all my work commitments anymore.

One of my mother’s coworkers was a bouncer at the local topless bar and told her they had an opening for a coat check girl. He thought my mom might be interested. She wasn’t, but she pestered me to take the job, and continued to do so for the next four years despite my continued “No’s”. She reasoned that I would be fully dressed, separated from the nudity by a door, protected by bouncers and that I would make a ton of money.

I wasn’t afraid to be around strippers or I thought I would get hurt, but we lived in a smaller town and I really didn’t want to run into a teacher or other authority figure I knew coming in or out of the club and then have to face them later (in hindsight I may have missed out on some fantastic blackmailing opportunities). Also, the bouncer had a daughter that was the exact same age as me, and it struck me suspicious that if the job was so great and amazing, why he wouldn’t ask his own daughter to work there.

Instead, I defied my mother and got a job very typical for a female college student- restaurant hostess. It pains me to admit this, but I should have listened to my mother.

I quickly got promoted to server and from there to bartender and weekend cocktail waitress. Fun Fact- in Conecticut you only have to be 18 in order to serve alcohol, not 21.

There is only one word to describe what happens when you give a bunch of kids in their late teens and early twenties unlimited access to liquor and a place to hang out at all hours- Shenanigans.

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  • Sarah

    I really feel ya on that last paragraph. The number of times I’ve considered stripping is through the roof. I might be doing it now if I didn’t know that my brothers and cousins frequent all of the strip clubs in an hour’s radius.

  • bl

    Interesting story, but I don’t really know that the kid you’re comparing yourself to got into porn because it was basically the same as his other low-paying job option.

    Also, I wouldn’t fret. This job was available to you for four years? I think the turnover would suggest that no, it was not “easy money, easy job.”

  • G.E. Phillips

    You just took me on a trip down cocktail waitress/shot girl/bartender/beer wench lane. Shot girl was the absolute worst. The bar that I did that at made us wear a uniform–black pants and a plain tee-shirt with the bar’s name on it. So ironically, in a job where the only skill required was the ability to hold several tubes of blue liquid on a tray while sticking your boobs in a drunk guy’s face, we couldn’t actually look overtly sexy at all. That’s just poor business strategy, as far as I’m concerned.
    Also, holla back, Connecticut in the house!

    • Megan Zander

      I wish I could yell ” CT” in a deep Jay Z like voice via the internet.

    • Tea

      Yay more Connecticut people!

  • Samantha Escobar

    I’ve definitely thought of working at a strip club to pay bills, albeit not as a dancer because I am hilariously clumsy, non-athletic, and very, very self conscious about being onstage, which is why I originally quit music. But I have a friend who’s been working at one for ages (as a server, I think) and she makes a rather incredible amount each night.

  • lizinthelibrary

    Thank you for the waitressing flashbacks. The best was when being hit upon by drunk med students (med students and law students were the worst, they believed they were God’s gift and I as a desperate waitress would love a chance to get in on their future money making potential) I was rescued by the off duty motorcycle cops at the next table.

  • airbones

    I tended bar for over a decade – and half of it was at an ultra posh strip joint. I work a 9ish – 5ish professional job now because it felt like the best choice after graduating college and getting pregnant, but begrudgingly. The strip club was the best money, I met the best people, and I had the best time. My uniform was a nice corset and black pants, which was much better than the daisy dukes/tank top combo I had to wear at a sports bar gig. I know for a fact that our coat check girl (who also handled champagne bottle service at my club) walked with hundreds of dollars a night (hell, we all did).

  • http://wtfihaveakid.blogspot.ca/ jendra_berri

    Best money I ever made as a teen was working at a hot dog cart. I worked out in hte sun, ate free hot dogs and it was easy. The owner paid an okay hourly rate, but he’d got get drunk at the local pubs and come back and hand me an extra $20 to $40.

  • Sarahstired

    I worked in restaurants for 10 years, no way in hell I let my kids do it. Drugs, sex, cash, underage kids…recipe for disaster.

  • mrs mitch

    what does “SDI” stand for?

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  • Alexandra

    I’ve bartended in both types of places, and there were FAR LESS shenanigans in the strip club than in the restaurant. Mostly because 95% of the workers in the strip club were women, whereas it was about 50/50 cute boys and cute girls in every restaurant. Definitely a recipe for disaster!

  • aCongaLine

    Hubs picked up a second job at an upscale restaurant in our city, and while he’s not involved in the shenanigans, because he’s old, he comes home with stories of said shenanigans, and a nostalgic smile on his face. More often than not, he mentions the amount of cocaine being snorted in the back office, and how the “kids these days are lightweights” compared to what he used to do in the pizza shop when he was 19. Yikes!

  • EllieP

    Whoa, this article needs an editor, BADLY!