May 14
It happened again. Not once, but twice last week.
The first was last Wednesday night. I got on the floor around 9 pm. I saw a well dressed gentlemen sitting alone with his beer eyeing me up and down. I made directe eye contact with him, and smile. He smiled back, so, I walk over to him.
“Hello Avalon! Long time no see!” He says.
“Uh, hi! How have you been?” I reply. Who is this guy???? He knows my name. As I was scanning my memory for some clue to his identity, I must have had a blank look on my face.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been here, but I remember you!” He said. “The last time I was here was right after you got your boob job and they were still ALL the way up in your throat.” He teased.
“Wow! That was September of 2004.” I teased back “Where the hell have you been?”
So after a friendly conversation, I began to recall the identity of my secret admirer. Will* was from Austin, TX and was one of the “higher up” management guys for a well known homebuilder. He was here a lot during the real estate boom in 04, and would come see me on Wednesdays when he was in town.
“I called to see if you were on the schedule for tonight, and the girl who answered the phone said yes. I got here around 7, and was beginning to give up hope for tonight.” He said.
“Wow, you remember my OLD schedule. I had my online stock trading classes from 5-7pm tonight, so nowadays I don’t get on the floor til 9pm on Wednesdays.
Needless to say, generous Will* saved my @$$ that night. It was pretty slow, there were tons of girls, and there wasn’t much of a crowd after the Suns lost to the Spurs.
The second time was Saturday night. I sat down on this guy’s lap and started my usual conversation of 1. Hi, how are you? 2. Where are you from? 3. What brings you down here tonight? Blah Blah Blah. I swear I have have the same conversation 100 times a night 
“Oh, I came down here to see you, Avalon” He replied.
“Really?” I flirted back, “Oooooh tell me more! Stroke my ego!!!”
” No really, I met you about 6 months ago at my friend’s bachelor party.” He paused, looking for some recognition….”He was the one that got really drunk and kind of outta control and got kicked out….”
Still no recognition……
“Oh yeah….THAT bachelor! The one that got kicked out 6 months ago. I remember HIM!” I teased. Aren’t all drunk bachelors outta control???
“Yeah, anyway, I remember you. You were a math teacher and you trade stock options, right?” He said.
“I do! You have a good memory.” I mean, there are so many six foot blonde amazon chicks walking around here that talk about the stock market, eh?
So, Jim* took me to VIP and we talked about how I got into trading options, what open trades I have. I did a few dances, and he totally hooked me up. Again, it was pretty slow that night, lots of cranky girls moaning about how they “only made $200.”
So, I have come to the conclusion that the main reason I bank on random dead nights is because I maintain a consistent schedule. I have worked Tues, Wed, Friday, Saturday from 8-2 for the past 3 years. Sometimes it gets boring. Sometimes I get sick. Sometimes, like this week, I take a week off to concentrate on my other business.
But for the most part, clients know when and where to find me. Now there is a concept for running a profitable business….
*names have been changed
Tags: consistency, consistency hot button, dancerwealth, income, strip club, stripper, superstripper
I keep a consistent schedule as well. You have to let your customers know where you are. I have worked at Glitter Gulch for almost 2 years on Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday nights from 9p-2a and I even usually dress the same. Guys remember things not always names.