Girls. Everyone's credit card bills are hitting from everything they bought for Christmas. I don't need guys telling me maybe for VIP. I used to be soft on guys that were borderline on whether or not to go to a room with me. Being that I need money right now, I'm not taking shit from an indecisive mother f*cker these days.
I've been pitching VIP the same as I always do. Your pitch may vary from mine. It probably does. You can pitch the idea of VIP very eloquently, but what you really need to do is get his ass out of his chair and get him to follow you, right? (Always be closing!!)
I got TWO... TWO guys tonight by picking up their drinks and taking them, expecting them to follow me. One guy I picked up his beer in one hand, and put his pack of cigarettes in my garter. I then took his hand and physically and gently but decisively pulled him up from his chair. "Okay, let's go." I used to get about one in twenty guys doing the drink-carry. Tonight was two out of two... and I honestly feel like I'm on to something.
I had to share. I felt so smug confiscating the guys' alcohol. They both (in separate situations) immediately told friends that "I'm going to VIP with her. I'll be back in a little bit." Amazing. F-ing amazing. I just made up their minds for them, and like small children jonesing for a pacifier... they followed their little bottles to the room with me.
Please try it. It's beautiful.
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