It’s not just tractor guys at this convention.   There are bulldozer guys as well.  Nevertheless, there aren’t many women in the construction and agriculture equipment industry so the average attendee is male, mid-thirties to mid-fifties, and from the Mid west where the women are still bundling up their extra winter weight under bulky sweaters.  Cha-ching!!!!!

The more I work at Treasures the more it becomes my favorite Vegas Club.  Although it is highly visible from the I-15 at Sahara, it’s bit confusing to find once you are off the highway on the surface streets.  The building isn’t really on a street.  It is at the back end of an industrial park on Western Blvd, so you have to wind through a warehouse parking lot before you get to the club’s lot.

Everything is very professional from the Powerpoint Presentation to the identity tracking system.  It is the only club that requires me to keep my fingerprint on file in their computer system.  The only entrance is the main one in the front.  Therefore the club needs a way to differentiate female patrons from female contractors.  I pay my house fee on arrival and simultaneously place my index finger on the scanner.  The door girl makes sure the information on the computer screen matches the information on my Sheriff’s Card.  Although some dancers feel having their fingerprints on file at the club is an invasion of privacy, I like the idea that no one can use my identity to work there.   You can’t fake a fingerprint.

After I pay my $40 I can dance my heart out til close at 6am.  At the end of the shift I just have to “finger scan out” on my way out the door.  That way the club knows exactly who is in the building at all times.  Although it is not as luxurious as Scores, the locker room is clean and always has available day use lockers.

The upstairs VIP set up is similar to Christie’s: U-shaped balcony overlooking the main stage.  The only drawback is that it is only open on busy nights.  Once the room  opens, the VIP stage becomes part of the 4 stage rotation.   One side of this upstairs VIP room is glass skyboxes for hour and half-hour champagne courts.  The other side is standard seating.  Unlike the 3-for-$100 room downstairs, the patrons aren’t required to buy 2 drinks every 3 songs. 

Unlike CCP I get a lot of stage tips.  The tip rail is padded too!  So it doesn’t kill my knees to kneel on the rail to accept tips in my garter or gstring.  Kudos to the woman that invented the padded tip rail (because you know a guy would have never thunk it!)

Monday night wasn’t very busy.  I did however meet Tom, a VIP regular at CCP.  “I take my clients upstairs aaallll the time, and I’ve never seen you at Christie’s before…” he said.

How can you miss a six foot two blonde I thought to myself.  Its kinda hard to miss me….

Turns out he’s usually there on Thursday nights…my coveted mid-week night off.

Tuesday night was steady all night long.  I danced just about every song from 10pm til 4am.  It was exhausting.  I stayed til close.  My last client was a gift.  He didn’t want lapdances, he wanted to be spanked and dominated.  It was 5:30 am.  I was so tired but it was an easy upsell.

“I’ll do whatever you tell me, mistress.  I want to be your slave.” Zach the 130 lb weakling from Winnipeg squeeked. 

I’m so glad I’ve talked to Mustang about these types.  She’s a GREAT Dom.  The first time I met her she was leading one of her “slaves” around Christie’s with a chain around his neck. Unlike the average patron, slaves don’t want you to be nice to them.  Instead they want you to tell them they are worthless.  It’s an odd fetish, but who am I to judge? 

“Give me your credit card.  We are going to VIP.”  I said taking charge.  

“Yes, I’ll do whatever you want,” Zach the 130 lb weakling from Winnipeg squeeked. 

So for the last 6 songs of the night Zach intermittantly rubbed my feet, bent over my knee so I could spank him, and received no contact air dances with his hands tied behind his back with my robe because he was not worthy of being touched.

I actually felt bad saying mean things to him because it’s not in my nature….but it was what he wanted.  My job is to provide the fantasy that the client wants; as long as I myself am not physically violated or in danger, I’ll play along.  I do wonder what happened to him that he feels he is not worthy of a woman’s love and gets off from being treated like crap.

One more night at Treasures, then I’m home to work CCP this Friday and Saturday night.

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