Strippers After Dark: What REALLY Happens After the Tassels Come Off

What really happens when the lights go down, the tassels come off, and the bucks party ends?

If you think we clock off and curl up with chamomile tea, you’re in for a rude (and probably topless) awakening.

Because when the crowd stops cheering, the real chaos begins.

Whether we’re squeezing into stilettos for back-to-back gigs, dodging drunken uncles in the green room, or trying not to be spotted buying chicken nuggets in our lashes and a leopard print hoodie the next morning — strippers after dark live a life that’s equal parts unfiltered, unpredictable, and hilariously human.

So here it is: the saucy, sweaty, glitter-dusted truth. No filter. No fluff. Just what really happens after the show.

Friday nights at Concourse: Beers between sets and back-to-back madness

Fridays at Concourse hit different.

You’re booked for three shows, four hours, and probably no food. The DJ’s already drunk, someone’s spilled a cruiser on your costume bag, and your second pair of heels snapped during the warm-up lap dance.

You pull it together. You strut on stage. You hear the cheer. You drop it low, pop it twice, and just when you think your set’s done, someone yells, “One more! One more!”

One more what? Wig? Knee? Showgirl lung?

Backstage between sets? We’re shotgunning Red Bulls and trading glitter like war medals. It’s part dressing room, part therapy circle, part survival zone. And we love it.

What we wear (or don’t) backstage

Here’s the thing: after your fourth striptease of the night, pants become optional.

One girl’s in a G-string and a hoodie. Another’s wearing fishnets, UGGs, and nothing else. Someone’s fixing a pastie with eyelash glue while balancing a vodka soda on her knee.

If a stranger walked in, they’d think it was a lingerie cult with a solid snack table. Which, honestly, isn’t far off.

Our version of clocking off? Tequila & Uber Eats

The show might end at midnight, but our real shift? It’s just getting started.

Enter the sacred trifecta:

Tequila
Uber Eats
Couch debriefs in full makeup with a side of Pad Thai

We’re loud. We’re debriefing the groom’s reaction (“Did he cry when I whipped cream’d him??”), rating the audience (“Rowdy, but respectful. Except Kyle.”), and scrolling TikTok to find ourselves trending (it’s happened).

Strippers dating strippers: Awkward or amazing?

It happens more than you’d think. Sometimes it’s chemistry, sometimes it’s convenience, and sometimes it’s because no one else understands why your suitcase has both baby oil and nipple tassels.

Best case? You bond over bad gigs, cheer each other on, and share glitter.

Worst case? You get booked on the same show after the breakup. Let’s just say… the tension isn’t always part of the act.

Craziest end-of-night venue stories

That time someone’s mum accidentally walked into the private room.
The bucks party that tipped $600 in 5-cent coins (we still took it).
The guy who proposed to the wrong stripper (we didn’t say yes, but we did get a selfie).
A surprise fire alarm that left us topless on the street with the entire building evacuated. Iconic.

At Bombshells, you never know if you’re ending your night with a lap dance, a police report, or a new best friend. (Sometimes all three.)

Getting recognised in Woolies the next day

You haven’t lived until you’ve been standing in the frozen aisle, half-hungover in last night’s eyeliner, when someone says:

“Hey… weren’t you the one with the whipped cream last night?”

Yes. Yes, I was.

And now I’m buying frozen nuggets and a hydrating face mask while you tell your kids to look away.

The duality of woman.

Why we love this job (even when our heels hate us)

Look—this job isn’t always glamorous.

There are sore feet, sticky floors, and the occasional guy who thinks he’s auditioning for The Bachelor. But there’s also laughter. And connection. And confidence.

There’s the woman in the audience who whispers, “You made me feel sexy again.” The bride who thanks you for the best night of her life. The groomsman who finally shuts up and dances.

There’s power in this work. And joy. And freedom.

And yeah—we love it. Even when the glitter ends up in our pizza.

Want your own Bombshell story?

We’ve got shows running across Sydney every weekend. Some are wild, some are classy, and some walk that perfect line in between. Whether you want a private show, a pub party, or just a taste of the after-dark chaos…

We’ll bring the glitter. You bring the crowd. Let’s get weird.

Cheryl Bartley

Cheryl Bartley is the Managing Director of Bombshells Entertainment Group Pty Ltd, Australia’s leading adult entertainment agency since 1991. With more than 27 years of industry experience, Cheryl oversees all aspects of the business — from performer management and client services to compliance and event operations. Her leadership has established Bombshells as a trusted name in professional adult entertainment across Sydney and NSW, known for its high standards, discretion, and performer care.