Arizona experienced the worst storm since 1993 Thursday night. It was a deluge of rain when we arrived at Babe’s Cabaret. I let the Super Stripper BootCamp girls off at the front door, parked the car, and then ran to the back door where they were waiting to buzz me in. My jeans got SOAKED just from running the 30 yards from the parking lot to the door. I took them off and hung them over the back of the chair to dry. I’ve never had anything stolen from the Babes dressing room, and on more than one occasion I have seen girls bring back stuff that they accidentally took home when they were tipsy and packing their bags at the end of the night.
Despite the rain, Babe’s Cabaret was full of Car Enthusiasts and Medical Device Salesman. There seems to be an ongoing medical device conference this month in Scottsdale. EVERY week we have had large groups of implant, pins, and pacemaker salesmen. Towards the end of the night I met Dr. Beal. He was a typical Yellow: very concerned about me and whether or not I was having a good night. Yellows make GREAT regular customers. I took my time building rapport with him and chose to push the Friendship Hot Button the most. It worked, Dr Beal and I went to VIP for the last hour of the night.
However, when I returned to the dressing room….my pants were no where in sight.
So I put on my sweater, socks and sneakers figuring they would show up once everyone packed up.
Nope.
So I drove home in my sweater, gstring, socks and sneakers. Thank God I didn’t get pulled over.
I can’t keep count of the costumes, cables, guitars, and even drum kits nicked from where ever I had worked as a musician. It just proves there are douchebags in every walk of life.
Maybe the good Dr. took them ? Like a panty fetish, but he didn’t want to ask for your panties ? Funny! Oh ….. nevermind ….. this was the dressing room …. duh. I was so tired I didn’t even put together why you have pants on the floor.
My purse was stolen yesterday from the dressing room of my club.
I went in back to change my outfit. While I was looking through my bag of outfits, I placed my purse next to the pile of clothes taken out of my bag.
I noticed that two new girls were leaving early because management had fired them.
I wished them well and went back to looking through my bag.
In one fell swoop the girls took my purse!
My driver’s license, phone, and $150 worth of cash were gone!
The girls had filled out their applications with fake names and addresses!
The manager was nice enough to reimburse me for the money that I had lost.
Always keep your purse in your hands or behind the back of a customer when you are dancing. I have now learned to put my purse in my locker while I change outfits:)
I wouls not trust your punters with the handbag. What would stop him from lifting it whilst getting up from his chair at the stage? You generally can’t just jump off of stage to chase the tosser down if he nicked your handbag.