Want to know what a stripper does day to day? Wonder no more, as we meet ‘Summer May,’ a young woman who undresses for a living. As told to Hayley Joyes. “It’s 3pm and I have just opened my eyes in my South London flat, which I bought from the work I do as a stripper. Stripping is the reason I am a nocturnal person, because I don’t start work until about 8pm. During the day, I’ll go shopping with friends, apply fake tan and try and go to the gym. When I arrive at work, I hook up with my fellow stripper friends to have a laugh, and wait for the punters - we get ready to dive in and take them for all they’ve got! I work all over London; from the West End, to the East End, the City… wherever.
When we dance onstage, we keep our clothes on because it acts as a little tease for the customers before we go sit down at their tables with them. Sometimes we’ll go topless, because it’s basically advertising ourselves so… I got started as a stripper after I asked my boyfriend if he thought I could do it and he told me to go for it. If I had done really badly on my first night, I don’t think I would have gone back but I made £400, which was one months wages working in a pub. After that I couldn’t wait to go back. A week later, I hit the jackpot and took £2000. Making money depends on the amount of girls there are on a shift and the calibre of punter - it’s pure luck! At first I was really confident, because I have never had a problem taking my clothes off. But when you get on the floor, it’s quite daunting because you’re on your own. Once you sit down and have a few drinks though, it’s fine. Sometimes I sit with the girls and reminisce over my first time. The stage fright, the shoes, the power, the money!
My bloke is completely chilled about it. When I first started, he wanted to know everything - especially the girl on girl dances. The lesbian dances are fine, it’s just like being 17 when you’re getting off with your mates in the pub half p*ssed! Last night was special because a celebrity came in with a massive group of his mates; he’s a young, good-looking Cockney actor who has been in films like The Business. They perched at their table with their mouths open, gawping at my slender figure. I decided to take my time before pouncing on him, so I sat next to a balding businessman who said he liked my confidence and sexy legs. I asked him for a drink and a ciggie - he willingly obliged and before I knew it, I was in the VIP room. The cupboard-like cavern is littered with mirrors, and I was grinding on him to some cheesy Mariah Carey song. As I caught my reflection, my love handles were a bit flabby and I realised resisting the gym for a couple of weeks has really taken its toll on my body! Every time I went near him, he tried to grab me. I was thinking ‘For God sake, don’t you know about the 3 foot rule!’ Mind you, once you get into the VIP, that rule no longer exists! As I was finishing, he handed me £300, which reaffirmed the reason I do this.
Some woman that I meet are shocked and believe I am degrading women and exploiting myself. On the contrary; it’s us strippers who are exploiting the men - the rush of power we have over these men, at times rendering them speechless, is unreal. I am a beautiful woman who is happy in her own skin. Getting paid to look good is too easy. I like taking my clothes off, my boyfriend doesn’t mind because he knows that I am not attracted to men with money. And it’s definitely changed my own attitudes. For example, I have been reading this French book called Belle De Jour about high class prostitutes and it’s fantastic. It makes it look dead glamourous, rather than bad. I don’t have a bad opinion of escorts at all. Breezy Sue is the oldest and she has the best stories; she told me that all the worst stuff goes down in the City clubs. There is more money, therefore more opportunity to take home a few thousand for sex, but that really isn’t my style. I am a stripper, straight up. Breezy is also the most alcoholic of us all and frequently gets stroppy with the customers and takes the p*ss out of them. Poor Breezy, I wonder what her mum thinks of her? I know for sure that my parents would disown me if they found out, because they are a bit old fashioned. Anyway, back to last night and I decided to make that famous actors night - all that time I take making myself look gorgeous pays off. I find that Essex and East End boys love my outgoing, party-loving attitude and that’s why the actor and I got on like a house on fire. He paid me well and said my boyfriend was very lucky.
At the end of the night, security checks the area and makes sure there is no one outside and then they put us straight in a taxi to go home. I can earn £2000 a night on a good night, but last night I made £80, so it really is hit and miss sometimes. But I’m not stupid with what I earn; I used the money to buy a flat because I am preparing for the future.
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