The Mardi Gras is a cataclysm of 5 different environments at once, it’s how I promote the club and all its activities!
 I often tell the clients I entertain about all my many escapades at the Mardi Gras more for my story time selections but nonetheless very entertaining memories I can recall at anytime.

I like to think of myself as one of the best entertainers that’s come across their stage. 
I am loyal dependable and an overall crowd favorite. I help all the girls create comraderie in the work environment. I also lease my studio space from the owner of the club so I feel we have a family tie that binds.

I was one if the girl who desperately needed a house mom to give me a hand in wrangling the new girls up and training them properly. I thought ever since Erin left it would be much overdue to have a housewarming present at all times in the Dressing room.

 They hired this girl name Jaimie who came from another club with a stripped and determine the gender. She has come across most all the girls in a very negative and brash authoritarian way, which obviously would turn any new employee off. And up until a couple of days ago I would’ve completely agree with her having the authority to speak how she liked to anyone.

 The tables were turned when I enter the dressing room with my friend who also just so happen to be named Jaimie, for a little smoke break. The house mom Jaimie decided to let my friend Jaimie know not only was she trust passing and was in allowed to be there. She should never come back because she didn’t hire her animals all the other clubs that my friend Jaimie works at she wasn’t grandfathered in the same access as  A Mardi Gras employee. So we were both extra Court it out of the dressing room. I decided to return to grab my jacket so I could continue my smoke break. Jaimie the house mom decided to rip me a new one.

 Her harassment escalated into a full on verbal assaults that followed me downstairs on the stage from my car and back in to the building again. I’ve got annoyed and told her I was out and she asked me three times are you leaving and I simply explained no I wasn’t I guess that is where she decided to take matters into our own hands and let me go based on her assumption I was leaving when I was simply going to the car to grab my warm costume. She yelled at me and I told her to go fuck herself. So I don’t think I’ll be going back anytime soon. So off to find a new club.