As I was walking across the main floor of Babe’s Cabaret, I locked eyes with a handsome gentleman who just sat down near the stage. He was with a group of four guys, he was seated on the end and had open body language. I smiled and kept my eyes locked with his. As I sauntered over to the table his body language relaxed a bit more, he leaned back into the chair, and opened his legs a bit wider to make room for me to sit on his lap.
It doesn’t get much easier than this.
“Well hello, what is your name?” he asked.
“Avalon.” I said.
“Well, Avalon can I buy you a drink?” he asked when the waitress approached the table.
“I’d love a diet coke. Thank you!” I responded
“That’s it?” he questioned. “Don’t ya want something in it?”
This happens all the time with out-of-towners. In Arizona a customer cannot buy a dancer a drink. In fact we cannot legally consume alcohol while on shift. The only loophole is to buy a bottle of wine or champagne and sign out in VIP for an hour in which case “signing out” is literally like clocking out.
“Well then….lets go to VIP,” he says whipping out his credit card to buy a bottle and four girls for himself and each of his buddies.
If only every sale was this easy….