Strippers Galore

I am used to working at the 2 clubs I manage. Some girls from the other 2 clubs came in last night and hung out for a little bit and said to come check out their clubs after work. So i did, and they are interesting to say the least. One girl i will call HK doesn't fit the "graveyard" fare. She is intelligent and still in decent shape. I wonder why she hit the Graveyard. Probably drugs... 

So i went to the 2 clubs and hung out for a while at each of them. They had a lot of patrons and a lot of girls working... I think that's what our clubs are missing, WOMEN, not chicks with dicks but WOMEN, and not short fat bulldogs but WOMEN. Yep I can see now why so many people go across the street rather than into Tranny Hell. I would say out of the 15 or so women working at the other clubs, maybe 5 were actually somewhat attractive. Not drop dead gorgeous or anything but better than the butt ugly women i am used to. Lets face it, I am totally not accustomed to looking on the dance area and seeing a nice ass. I am used to seeing GIGANTIC TITANIC ICEBERGS. With maybe 2 exceptions they were nothing special but they were at least not cellulite pocked legs and asses. 

Is that to say that the clubs don't have their share of Cottage Cheese, No, but at least they have more of a selection than FAT ASS OR COCK. 

I guess i have ranted long enough on this subject.

So on to the interesting person of the evening. She is short and petite, has a few tattoos but no "tramp stamp!"  I sat in her bar for about 20 - 30 minutes just seeing how it all worked. Well what i got was a lesson in how to work a crowd. There were i guess 3-5 men sitting at the bar each with a girl talking to him. HK, after telling me "I never go up to men, they come to me" quietly got up on the dance area and started her dance. It was pretty amazing to watch the guys reactions, as if marionettes on strings, all at once they turned and watched her, you could see the strippers with them trying in vain to create some conversation or anything to get their transfixed gaze off of HK but it was all in vain. They all watched much like a dog's head follows your hand when you have a treat. I was half waiting for them to either pant or drool. To my dismay they didn't. You could almost see their pulse rising as she climbed across the gap between the stage and the bar and then proceeded to dance on the bar right in front of them. At this point i think i saw some drool escape and even heard panting! She did this for about $8. 

I thought, wow what a waste, then i saw her move in for the kill... She picked the best looking of them all, slinked over to him and made her proposition. Within 3 minutes the guy paid at least $500 for 30 mins alone with her. I left shortly thereafter and went to the other club. I returned about an hour or more later and she was still doing VIPs and i am guessing she won each of them over and probably scored well over $1500 which all started with one dance to one song. Now that is working a crowd, in a stripperesque kinda way. I am sure she could have repeated the performance once every 2 hours for an 8 hour shift and left with around $6000. Too bad i wasn't born a petite white woman! I am just an old fat guy who is losing hair in places i want it, and growing hair in places i don't.

What a long strange week

OK so i didn't keep up with it last week, it was pretty hectic. Jazz Fest first weekend, so Wednesday night the freak show began, boys from southern states trying out some boys. The sad part is we had at least 5 rednecks that never figured out they fucked guys and not girls.

Wednesday night was by far the most fun of them all. I had a guy run in claiming to be a cop, he came behind my bar and ordered me to give him one of the girls phone numbers. I told him to go fuck himself and he left. Then he returned and again came behind my bar saying he was going to shut the club down that it was under surveillance, What an asshole. I asked to see a badge he had none. So i had the doorman toss him out, i told the doorman if he returned i was going to have him tossed in jail. Thankfully he returned yet again, so i walked behind him down the street for about 20 feet to a waiting policeman and informed him that this guy was claiming to be a cop and wasn't that a felony? The cop smiled at me turned on his lights and arrested the jackass. Enjoy OPP moron. Money wasn't great and the streets died promptly at 1am. I was a bit worried but at 4am a girl walked in to get cigarettes. Well she told me she had been a stripper before and wanted to try the pole. I obliged and she danced, well she was the most attractive thing on the block and around 4:30 guys walking buy started noticing and the club started coming alive, by 6:45am i had to actually throw people out of the club because it was time to close. The girl said she was going on vacation but would return to dance again when she got back. I am looking forward to that. She carried on intelligent conversation and attracted guys. Just what i needed on a dull night. We will see if she ever returns.

Thursday night was steady all night long. There was a genuinely nice guy in there from TX who a girl tried to pull a hustle on. I heard his side, i asked her side. they didn't match! I then asked a girl that was changing when the incident occurred she told me the guys side so i fired the little bitch on the spot! Needless to say the guy left totally happy and very glad i was working.

Yes we are a whore house, yes it is illegal, but i still am not gonna let someone get ripped off! we aren't about fucking over customers, just fucking them.

I will try this week to post every night, as i am working 5 days straight!

Been a While

It has been a while since i posted, mainly due to the fact that my laptop was in the shop. It is back so let me see if i can get you all caught up.

SG and I work together a lot and we have a pretty good work relationship. She works it and makes us both a nice bit of money. 

Tranny Faye Baker owes me a bit of money and is a total space cadet or just a con, or probably both, i think the hormones ate its brain. Regardless next time i work with TFB i will be sure to get whats owed me from the payout.

Sideburn Sue actually got her sideburns shaved off the other day, it didnt really help.

Chocolate with lots of cream or CWC has fast become one of my favorite people to work with. If it isnt the hormones making her crazy, its the clients with their rude remarks. I heard a very funny story about her i will relay at another time. But here is one i witnessed the other night. CWC had a customer for a *VIP* and within 3 minutes they were both finished. I asked what happened and CWC said  she told him she was pregnant and had 2 babies at home so he gave her all his money and left. It is amazing how blind men are to have a Tranny tell you they are pregnant and believe them. A con you say? Yes it is a con, do I have a problem with it? Well in a way i do, in a way i don't. A man with a wedding ring enters a known brothel looking for action, when the person delivering the action makes a play on his emotions to get paid without doing anything, the fact that the emotions were the play thing, sure that's wrong, but the guy shouldn't have been where he was being married. So it makes for an interesting Morality play.

In other news, i am looking at 2 possible jobs away from here, although i wont have much to write about then i will definitely have a better work environment... 

So SG and her men, well she is in love with love i am sure of, this is not a bad thing. She loves a hustler and convinces steady tricks she loves them. She is really a kind person deep inside that has had some shitty cards dealt, most her own dealing, some not.

The part that bothers me most is that you see these young naive girls who come in looking for a job, sure some are cute, some aren't but they are still somewhat pure, and within 2 weeks they are as seasoned as the ones that have been doing it for a lot longer. It is times like this i wish i was rich and could say hey, wake up, go get an education, and have pride in yourself.

Oh well....

All in all business has been very slow we are hoping for a pick up over the next 3 weekends.

Until next time... Happy Hooking.

Day Four

This shift had a rather interesting assortment of people, but the one that stands out is the mouthy stripper. Short little woman with a mouth. "Nigger this, Nigger that, fuck this, fuck that." I could stand it for all of about 30 minutes then I had to walk away. As her story goes, she loved southern rock bars, so she always dated bikers as bikers hung out in southern rock bars and due to that fact she was married to a biker. He was supposedly a good guy who worked for a casino. One night after his shift he wound up dead. She is now selling her ass to get by. She hears voices etc so i am guessing she is Schizophrenic. Or maybe its just the enormous amount of drugs she ingests daily. She says she is addicted to cocaine, and i am sure there are other substances there as well. Yesterday however she decided she was not going to drink any alcohol because that would make her want coke and since she didn't have any money for coke she just wouldn't drink. Hmmm if its that simple then why drink in the first place?????? Her love of southern music must be slipping as she played "Sweet Home Alabama" and once it came on asked who played this fucking nigger music.  Yeah some people are just fuckin' crazy and she... Well, she is definitely one.

I had a door man i had never worked with before. Nice guy, and very professional about what he does. Always in touch with me so I know where and what he is doing and no complaints. It was a slow night but he kept a positive attitude the whole night.  He has his own little catch phrase "Cold beer and hot titties, right inside come on in." 

There are 2 other doormen I have worked with. One is a very nice guy, lets call him sleepy smack. He is a junkie as i am told, I have not witnessed it, but i can attest that he goes in the bathroom and comes out and nearly passes out. Sounds like Heroin to me. He is very knowledgeable of everyone in the area, and one of the few human beings I know that can actually fall sound asleep standing up.

The other doorman is a rather obnoxious character, tall and pudgy guy with a small bald head. He, I think, is working until he makes enough money to get his car fixed then he is headed back to Texas or Arkansas or somewhere other than here.

'Till next time, i think i will go somewhere other than here too. If only for a day.

Day Three

People are interesting. You stand in front of the club, you say hello to everyone that passes, it's just the proper southern thing to do. The uptight people are funny, they almost say hello then they look up see the sign that says Girls and they jump back from you as if you had the plague. It makes me laugh every time i witness it.

People are sneaky. Today this gentleman passed the club 3 or so times, twice with his wife. About an hour or 2 after last seeing him walk by with his wife, he appears in the club. This guy is a regular so i am told and likes the girly men...

To those of you unfamiliar with New Orleans and its drag queens, transvestites, transsexuals, strippers, hookers, and various other combinations of the same, they work in nearly every strip club and usually have really nice figures. There are a few tell tale signs as to male or female but typically the unsuspecting tourist has no clue. 

Tonight I had the pleasure of working with 3 trannys, quite an interesting lot. One is loud and boisterous, nearly as loud as the size of "her" ass with tons of plastic surgery, kinda like Tammy Faye Baker... One is rather shy but has a way with the customers, very petite but looks like a man in the face complete with sideburns, and the other is a rather large black girl with a lot of cream in her coffee and very sweet but just down on "herself" i guess due to the lack of chubby chasers on this particular shift.

Tranny Faye Baker struck first scoring a private dance, then Sideburns Sue nailed a VIP. Both scored with the afore mentioned gentleman.

It was a slow shift for the 2 born women working. I did have fun talking to one of them, a very sweet light skinned black girl who was telling me of her boyfriend that asked her to marry him last night. She said yes but wasn't sure if he was serious or not. She had a customer that got weirded out asking er which chicks had "dicks."

Another day in "Paradise Lost."

Day Two

Tonight I had the pleasure of working with a stripper I have been wanting to work with. She is a fun girl that is really good with the customers. In looking at her you can tell she was once quite beautiful, before the tattoos, before the piercings, before working the clubs. She is tall with a bit of a heavy figure now, but back in the day I am sure she had nice curves in all the right places.

Her mood seemed a bit off though. After a few hours I noticed her crying so went to figure out what was wrong...  She spent the next few hours of trying to explain to me how much she loved her boyfriend and how much he meant to her but wasn't sure if it would ever work out. She comes from uptown he comes from the 7th ward, a not so nice area. She was trying to work out in her head whether to make it work or to let it go. After a few hours of back and fourth over working it out or not she then let what was really bothering her slip... It seems her new boyfriend, a hustler in the French Quarter had unprotected sex with her and didn't bother to mention he had AIDS until later. She claims to have other medical issues so if in fact she has contracted HIV and it turns to AIDS she will not have an easy go of it....

Day One

Tonight a cop from California comes in the bar sits down and orders an Absolut & Tonic. He then proceeds to pull out a number of different wallets while freaking out and realises he doesn't have any money or CC's. I hear him mumble that "She" took all his money and CC's. I look at him and start to laugh. Not a very loud laugh but a laugh none the less. I asked who she was he said a girl he met on Bourbon Street. Apparently he met this "girl" on Bourbon and hung out with "her" for a bit. What he didn't seem to realise is that he had a t-shirt on with a badge and his department on it. So he walked around with a false sense of security and bravado. 

I took this opportunity to show how worthless eyewitness testimony truly is. He proceeds to tell me this is the strongest testimony in court. I realise it is viewed as such but it is the most flawed of all the testimony. I asked him to describe her to me. He says well... well... She was blond and had big boobs, she was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. I asked if that was it, he hadn't stated any identifiable features not even what was written on the t-shirt. After a while of this he realized that eyewitness testimony is garbage. I then went back to how she rolled him and told him to be more careful. As I see it, he got his pants pulled down "which he said never happened" and while his pants were at his ankles the pro rifled his pockets and took his cash and CC's.  His reply was, she wasn't a hooker, "I didn't even talk to her like a hooker." 

With this comment I laughed. WTF?!? To add insult to injury I asked him if she had a really tight body he said yes, i said well in this area anyone with an amazing body is typically a Tranny, so good luck finding HIM. 

After an hour or more spent conversing with this guy he told me I should run for office... I have no desire to be in any public office, a fact he couldn't seem to realize.

Oh well... Lesson learned.... OR was it?