Archive for the ‘Strip Club Stories’ Category

Stripping in Dallas

Monday, August 31st, 2009

One peculiar thing about Dallas is the fingerprinting requirement.  I briefly mentioned it last September when I worked a short trip there before the Exotic Dancer MBA event.  Like many cities, Dallas  requires entertainers to be fingerprinted and have a background check.  However, unlike other cities… the process is not completed by state authorities but rather by a private agency.

Sexual Harassment Panda

Monday, August 3rd, 2009

My good friend Panda made a stop into the strip club with a few of his associates.  Panda is great fun!   So I rounded up a few of my Dancer Wealth students from the club, and we headed to the VIP room.  Panda is the prototype of a BLUE.  He just wants everyone to have as much fun as he is having, no limits, just put it on the Amex Black Card. Panda is not only the dancer’s dream client, but every club needs a Panda to be their regular client.

Girl Customers Gone Wild!

Sunday, July 19th, 2009

Saturday evening was a rockin’ night at Babe’s Cabaret in Scottsdale.  Despite the 115 degree daytime heat, the desert dwellers and a random assortment of crazy out of town golfers trying to get a good rate filled the club by midnight.

Saturday night, as I have mentioned previously is usually couples night.  This particular evening it was CRAZY Couples night!  First was the table of four desperate housewives.  They were the typical not-been-to-many-stripclubs in their life but by-golly-I’m-gonna-break-loose types!  Although a bit demure at first, after a few drinks they were tipping the girls, and having fun.  Then they started getting a little bit gropier as they tipped…even though they were told they still had to follow the club rules just like the guys.  Then, they started taking their own tops off.  That didn’t last very long….

How to Identify the Elusive Limited Buyer and Call him to Action

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

Ah yes…the limited buyer…such an elusive bird…

The limited buyer comes in many different physical shapes, sizes, and colors.  The one consistent factor is his 2-3 dance per girl limit.  Sometimes he is easy to spot.  He is a regular strip club patron and has honed his craft, and more often than not he has more experience in the sales game than most of the fresh faced 20 year olds who approach him with “wanna dance?”  He brags about how his last girlfriend was a dancer, so that we consider him to be “one of us” not an outsider.  Truth of the matter is that anyone who has dated a dancer understands the business, and tends to not be a target client. Other times the limited buyer is a bit more elusive and will attempt to manipulate you to spend much of your time trying to close a VIP sale by dangling false signals.

How I handled this Difficult Strip Club Customer

Wednesday, June 10th, 2009

Anytime I goof up this blog (learning wordpress has a learning curve..there are so many more options than just type and publish) I will post on http://blog.myspace.com/azavalon

The StripandGrowRich.com/blog is down.

I can say that it is my fault.

I was in the process of installing MySpaceID. It is a tool that will allow you to leave comments on the SGR blog using your myspace screen name and avatar. Doug…you will like that since it’s a b-tch to have to enter in your info, email addy, etc each time. I like that we will once again have avatars in the blog comments, and you don’t have to create a new one.

Bridget the Midget and Splenetic Wheelchair Guy

Thursday, May 21st, 2009
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Babes Cabaret loves Bridget the Midget

Bridget the Midget featured at Babe’s Cabaret on Tuesday and Wednesday night this week. She was AWESOME! In the past, I’ve worked with features that ranged from mildly standoff-ish to downright prima-donna. I don’t remember her name, but recall one feature entertainer at HustlerSF demanding that she have her own dressing room. So they actually closed one of the two Champagne Rooms in order to accommodate her!

I don’t understand the midget fetish.  It’s different than just “I like Asians” or “I prefer tall blondes with big boobs.”  Regardless, it attracted a different…more distinctly hip-hop crowd to the normal middle aged golfer crowd that tends to frequent Babe’s Cabaret in Scottsdale, Arizona.

My First Night as a Stripper

Sunday, May 10th, 2009

Flashback:The Beginning was originally posted in August 2007

I was asked the other night, “How on earth, did someone like you: a minister’s daughter, straight as an arrow A+ student…end up dancing.”

Well, it certainly wasn’t something that I planned. Nor was it a career highlighted by my high school guidance counselor. Although in my opinion, it should be.

Simple, I wanted to afford to eat.

Not kidding.

It was October 1999. I had just moved 3300 miles across the country to be with Mr Wrong. Six weeks after arriving in the armpit town of San Bernardino, CA I found out just how WRONG Mr Wrong was for me.

The Second Weirdest Thing that Ever Happened to me at a Strip Club

Saturday, May 2nd, 2009

If you haven’t been checking out the Fun Stuff Page, or following my Facebook or Twitter…you have been missing the proliferation of mainstream newsmedia articles regarding the influx of desperate cash-strapped women to the industry.

As a result, I have gotten a lot of emails from women who want to know, “What is the absolute WORST thing that could happen to me if I decide to become a stripper?”  I usually send them to this blogpost that I wrote way back in the earliest days of my blog, entitled The Weirdest Thing That Ever Happened to Me at a Strip Club.  For all you newcomers, my original blog is located on Myspace. I didn’t transfer the comments when I republished the blog here at StripandGrowRich, but you can search for it using the date in the myspace sidebar if you want to read the comments.

Dual Personality: Green/Blue Combination

Friday, May 1st, 2009

I met the most interesting person at Babes Cabaret the other night.  The party of four white guys in golf shirts were seated at a table next to the main stage table.  When it was my turn for stage rotation, DJ Billy blasted the Van Halen.  Each gentleman at the table tipped me a Washington, the one closest to the stage tucked a Lincoln into the side of my gstring.  As many of you know, I’m not a great stage dancer…but I am pretty good at closing a lapdance sale at the tip rail.

Fabulous Friday Night At Babe’s Cabaret

Saturday, April 25th, 2009

Cue the music:

My evening started with the  guys from West Virginia at the bar.  I was sipping my Diet Coke when one of the middle aged white guys in a golf shirt stumbled over his own foot and plowed into the barstool next to me.  “I’ve been drinkin’ since noon…” he mumbles.  I have been actively working on my bar-hustle because  I usually  gravitate towards the guys sitting at a table before the guys sitting at the bar.  After a bit of chit-chat I begin to set up my test-close, “The only problem with hanging out here at the bar is that you don’t have a lap!”  The test close is NOT asking directly for a dance, but rather leading the conversation in that direction to gauge how ready he  is to be closed.  West Virginia was ready, he basically sold himself  “Yeah, I need a lap for you to give me a lapdance.  Lets go over there.”


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