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. Read more...(431 words, estimated 1:43 mins reading time)
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.” Read more...(378 words, estimated 1:31 mins reading time)
“You’re too tall” was my first response of the night. “Not to be rude or anything…but you’re not my type.”
I had two choices, smile and walk on by or try again. There was no one else and Mr Objection was my target client:early 40s wearing a golf shirt, his own 6 foot 2 frame sprawled across two straight backed chairs.
“Well, it all lines up when I straddle you, doesn’t it?” I replied with my best come-back.
It worked he smiled, leaned back opening up his body language and I sat in the empty chair.Read more...(199 words, estimated 48 secs reading time)
I hit Flicka’s Baja Cantina for Happy Hour on Wednesday before work with Alexis. It only took 1/4 of a Strawberry Margarita to convince me to skip work and have girls night out.
So we stocked up on Babe’s Cabaret VIP Passes and headed up to The Dirty Dawg Saloon in Scottsdale. It’s a Coyote Ugly style bar complete with dancing bartenders who hang from the rafters. A few of them had REALLY good acrobatic skills. I have long considered this type of bar job the “gateway” to stripping. I did it myself in my early twenties when I was too shy to dance. I worked as a bartender/cocktail waitress/beer tub girl at bar that was a cross between Hooters and Hard Rock Cafe. Read more...(147 words, 2 images, estimated 35 secs reading time)
9pm: DJ Billy cued my theme song (ahem…push play on the embedded video for sound effects) You’d think it would get old by now…but naaaaaah!
“Good Morning Avalon!” he says sheepishly from the elevated DJ Booth
I gave him the “huh?” look through the flashing strobe lights. “I always wanted to say that to you.” he jokes, and then proceeds to coach the crowd to sing “Avalo-on” during the chorus. The headbanger at the tip rail was loving it, as he thrashed his long brown mane up and down while showering the stage with Washingtons. Read more...(746 words, estimated 2:59 mins reading time)
Bridgette/Jessica Rabbit and I realized that in the 9 years we have been internet SuperStripperFriends, we have never worked together. Ever. We have worked at the same clubs, and in the same cities….but never in the same club in the same city on the same night.
So when she texted me that her flight got in at 9pm from the upper Midwest where she had a booking last week, I immediately told her to high tale it to Treasures to help me entertain The Whale’s group. So she literally got off the plane, Stripperfied herself, clocked in by 11:30, and was just in time! The group really ended up only being two guys….and it was hilarious how the vultures were swarming around them when Jacko escorted them from the front door straight to VIP. Read more...(357 words, 1 image, estimated 1:26 mins reading time)
The drive to Vegas was hot and sunny. I learned a long time ago that long road trips with the convertible top down REALLY tires me out. The drive took 6 hours this time due to the tourist traffic across Hoover Dam. I hope that bridge is completed soon. Took a quick nap and clocked in at Treasures at 7:30 pm. I paid the offstage fee since I walked in the door with a 5 hour deal already closed.
The Whale was waiting. Read more...(539 words, estimated 2:09 mins reading time)
One of the core foundations of the soon to be re-released Dancerwealth.com program is identifying a patron’s Hot Button to say “Yes.” Last night was a perfect example of one way I have used the Consistency Hot Button over the years.
If you can be a consistent factor in a patron’s ongoing strip club experience, you will make money. Last night, King David stopped in at Babe’s Cabaret. I searched my archives and realized that I’ve only mentioned King David once, even though I have known him for over four years. He was never my regular customer, meaning that he always came into the club with the intention of seeing whoever happened to be his main squeeze of the week/month/season. However, he would always tip me well, and if he was entertaining clients, he would make sure to introduce me to them. Read more...(626 words, estimated 2:30 mins reading time)
Have I mentioned how much I love Spring Training Season?
Wednesday night was Toopac (he named himself, I don’t get it either) a middle aged white guy from Kentucky, playing golf with his buddies. He had a major Madonna-Whore Complex. We spent much of our time talking about how his hot wife is wonderful, and he’s “completely satisfied” with her; but she freaked out the one time he took her to a strip club, and he just “needs to get his freak on sometimes” with other women. He, of course, propositioned me when I tried to upsell VIP “Lets just go back to my room, I’ll give you $400.” To which I promptly responded with Kristine’s great comeback, “Honey, why would I go a-a-a-all the way back to your room, when I can make $400 in that room right there?” Toopac’s proposition didn’t bother me, in fact the situation reminded me of the Vantage Point blog that Adam wrote last year. I refuse to allow my self-esteem to be dictated by preposterous requests from men in unfullfilling relationships. Read more...(609 words, estimated 2:26 mins reading time)
Consensus is: the strip clubs are dead. So if you are thinking about trying a different one in town, don’t bother. The one exception is a little known place under new ownership that specifically marketed to the hip-hop crowd, secured celebrity hosts for the weekend, and word of mouth invited local SuperStrippers they know can close a deal. Smart move! If only I felt comfortable around that demographic… Read more...(177 words, estimated 42 secs reading time)