For Dancers: What makes your favourite customer your favourite.
For Customers: What makes your favourite dancer your favourite.
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For Dancers: What makes your favourite customer your favourite.
For Customers: What makes your favourite dancer your favourite.
This would take an extremely long time for me to write, so i will add a link next week so you can read it.
But i like this thread at least for the custies point of view. If the guys are honest on here, then you should get some good responses.
Just give us the cliff notes.
My favourite customer ever was a regular I had for two years. He was fun, not pushy, liked me as a person and always tipped well. He'd tip me on the floor to sit, BS and drink with him; we'd do that for about an hour, then get a shot girl to come to VIP with us for 2 hours. We had great fun together, and I really liked him!
I f'ed it up because I agreed, after two years, to go to breakfast with him, and then chickened out. I should have known he was harmless. But I am so freaked out by OTC. He is now married to our favourite shot girl. :)
master plan bobby you will understand later
Hmmm.. I probably treat certian customers in a way that would make other girls cringe, but I do consider some of the people that I've met over the years as friends. I expect the same treatment from them. When you are in the club you should tip me generously when I am on stage and buy dances from me and the occasional champagne room (although I wouldn't expect it EVERY time if you are coming in to see me regularly). If you want to hang out with another girl then that's OK by me but if you are my regular customer than you better either invite me over as well or come back when you are done! I have hung out with customers outside of the club before but only in a public setting and not as a "date". In this case I usually bring a girlfriend. And I really love gifts. A customer at Gold Rush bought me a Red Epi Leather LV clutch one Christmas. I think I may have teared up a little... LOL.
I would say a guy that has a life, has something to talk about other than how his mother is getting on his nerves about getting a job..
Someone who is smart.. its so hard to find someone that actully wants to talk about something!! Im not talking about rocket science just a good chat.. but not too much
After we talked for about a song or two he would ask for a dance, be respectful, we could chat a song more then do another dance, and when he was either out of money or I had to leave him not be a jerk and say something stupid like whatever go if you have to.. or you just used me.. seriously I hate that..
Oh I love real Maple Syrup. I have a decanter and everything! Too bad I can't eat pancakes or waffles! You know what I really love is those little maple sugar candies. yum!
I have been physically attracted to 100s of dancers over the years but only made 2 favorites. What they have in common is conversation -- with both of them I could talk for hours and hours and hours (and have), very easily, about everything under the sun. Like 2 real people talking, not a strip club customer and a strip club worker.
Whereas with many girls, getting more than a couple of sentences in without awkward silences is difficult. I think most young dancers don't have the same interests I do, and don't know what to say. They'd rather just dance naked and move on. I'll oblige, but usually don't return unless the dance was mind-blowing.
So with the faves, talking is the key -- being hot on top of it is a bonus, but neither would be in the Top 10 of jaw-dropping-hot dancers I've ever seen.
I totally did. Three years ago, when I lived in Atlanta, I had about 4 or 5 good regulars. If it was slow, I would call it Calling in the Cavalry; I'd call one or two of them up to come see me.
Hopefully moving to Austin I can cultivate regulars again. So damn hard in LV as most everyone is a tourist and the locals are cheapasses.
Canada does not have real Maple Syrup; you have to go to Vermont for that. In Canada they don't even know what color a maple leaf is; some think red some blue. For crying out loud the City of New York Parks & Recreation Department knows they are green.
Haha. But Earl, how do you explain these orange and yellow sugar maple leaves?
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/...ddc1c7fc46.jpg
Maple Leafs are blue, Earl. Why are you so anti-hockey??? Did the mean ol' hockey jocks take your lunch money!!!
FYI The Maple Syrup that is in my decanter is from Vermont.
A pretty girl is not that hard to find in a strip club. A gal that is just plain fun to hang out with is another story. Not every dancer is interested in what I consider to be a great afternoon in a strip club. Dances, conversation, laughter, no drama.
My Current ATF is the latest in a very short list of great ladies I have met over the years who have all had similar qualities. They appreciate my loyalty and generosity, they all have a great sense of humor, they are relaxed and totally comfortable in their environment. They take the job seriously and work hard. The last one is important as it means I NEVER get those "when are you coming to see me and spend money on me" calls.
The last call I got from my ATF regarding coming to see her was the day before her club's holiday party last year. She knew I was broke as I had recently split with my wife and had to move, buy furniture etc...she wanted me to come in and help her gorge on the club's free holiday buffet even though I didn't have the cash to buy any dances. I told her a long time ago I would never be "That guy", the "friend" who takes up her time and doesn't spend any money but on that particular day she insisted so I did stop by. Sure it's more fun when I have my usual dance budget and tip roll but it was a great two or three hours of us laughing and enjoying each others company while eating free food!. LOL, I made up for lost time in the dance department on my next visit!
I'll have you know I was attacked by three 4 foot tall Portuguese hockey players on the ice in the Ironbound area of Newark. Two hit me with sticks on the shin guards bringing me to my knees wile the other stole the puck. I have nightmares to this day. :'(
Really that is a true story. :-[ I could be a Jersey Devil guiding on the ice at The Rock if it wasn't for those ruffians. ::)