I don't imagine anyone would have thought of it as a dream career and for that reason it doesn't quite fit this thread, but I'll talk about expectation v reality of stripping.
I loved my days as a stripper for the most part. It was fun. The humour of most of the women was amazing. I met (believe it or not) some great customers, several of whom I am still friends with today and many more whom I have very fond memories with. Who wouldn't like getting paid for drinking (often free as customers would buy it) fizz and being admired, looking your best and hanging out with other women who were mostly hilarious? It has its good points. I guess if I spoke of what expectations MIGHT be, it might be lounging around in a pretty dress/bikini/lingerie, sipping champagne with a rich business man and going home with ££££ in your pocket.
I am currently writing a book about my some 15 years in the industry.
But the difference for me to a lot of women, which I saw then and more so now with hindsight, is that I was an intelligent, middle class woman. I could get out if I wanted. I had qualifications and other experience. I was privileged-and I was far from the only one don't get me wrong-some women choose the path for whatever reason. It fits a lot of lifestyles e.g. single parenting-kids at their Dad's, why not spend the weekend getting drunk and earning money instead of finding a boring, low paid job in a shop or such?
Wanting to save up for something while working another job-why not?
Studying while living at home? Or saving up to move out-it can make sense.
For a lot of the dancers however I look at their backgrounds and feel that there is a divide. A lot of them were quite vulnerable. Transient. Children in care featured a fair bit. I'll clarify that this did depend a lot on the clubs I worked in, impoverished old mining towns saw more of this that Spearmint Rhino.
I was asked more than once at each club, to check on dancer's mental health, or to check that they had somewhere to wash as they smelled. Check that nobody was doing drugs in the lavvy. A lot of them sofa surfed. Had slight learning disabilities or difficulties. Had no education. Very poor backgrounds or abusive families. Addiction problems. Abusive boyfriends. Or had just lost their way somewhere.
As there was a divide amongst the industry it is easy to miss these things. The women I became closer friends with similar to me in a lot of ways, perhaps not the background but a higher intelligence level, a driving license, good families and connections. But I saw a lot of what I describe above too.
It's a hard hustle unless you 'catch a whale' i.e. a customer comes in who wants to drop ££ on you, or a reliable regular (more than one required usually).
Things I experienced personally were some customers being awful. They'd try to shame you for what you did (I managed to cut them down for the most part, luckily) or your looks. Tried to start fights between strippers. I remember one man saying to me 'she's the star in here, you're all amateurs' (of the girl who was on stage at the time, she was indeed a fantastic pole dancer and stunningly beautiful) however I knew she was selling sex, addicted to cocaine and lived in a customer's loft room. Being told I 'must be' jealous of (insert girl over there who has a 'better' body or a prettier face).
Threatening to punch a guy who was being abusive to a very small woman who was dancing for him.
ACTUALLY punching a guy who tried to assault me while I had my back to him.
Anyway I won't write the rest of my book here. Just thought some might find it interesting.