Hello I am interested in being a waitress in a strip club does anyone know how much money someone could make at a nice club in philadelphia. Also what should i wear when i apply. Does anyone have any other info for me like how to make better tips
Hello I am interested in being a waitress in a strip club does anyone know how much money someone could make at a nice club in philadelphia. Also what should i wear when i apply. Does anyone have any other info for me like how to make better tips
What club are you interested in inphilly. Some of them don't employ waitresses.
you can do well, but expect around $100/night
I was gonna check out cheerleaders I called them they said that they do employ waitresses but they do not have any openings. I was going to apply anyway. Do you have any good ideas of clubs to apply to.
call them all up!
check with Delilah's first
my girlfriend where I work used to watiress there and said she could break $1000 on some nights
Well I didnt really want to go there because my boyfriend goes there sometimes and i dont know how that would be. Do you think any of the other clubs would be almost as good
you have to call them up and find out
It will be hard to make that kind of money anywhere else




Can't speak for the clubs in Philly, but at some clubs where I've danced or visited, the waitresses make as much as dancers. Then again, at other clubs, waitresses don't do well at all. Depends a LOT on both the club (up-scale clubs are much better) and the waitress (needs to be VERY friendly and outgoing.)
The sex was so good, the neighbors needed a cigarette!
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Do you think its rude to call somewhere and ask how much there waitresses make or do you think that would be ok




Not "rude", but just not very productive. The waitresses get paid tips, and this is primarily a cash business (although in the up-scale clubs, there is a lot of charge-card business.) Generally (and this is very MUCH a generality), the club managers are not going to know what the waitresses make, and the waitresses themselves are going to 'fess up to about half of what they really take home.Originally Posted by waitress311
The sex was so good, the neighbors needed a cigarette!
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Oh that is true cause i do work in a rest. now and we dont really say how much we make
besides, two waitresses on the same shift with the same patrons can make totally different amounts of money
there is no average in this business
true thank you does anyone have any good ideas on how to make better tips
I don't waitress, but obviously you want to spend more time with the high spenders. You can get dancers on your side. Find ones that will tip you for sending customers their way. You might have to be aggresive about asking for tips too. I know a lot of people stiff the waitress.
this is a hilarious post off craigslist about stripclub waitressing:
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Hi! I'm the waitress at your local nudie bar.
Reply to: [email protected]
Date: Tue Jan 13 14:13:01 2004
Welcome to your neighborhood nudie bar! Come in, have a seat, check out all the pretty girls. Oh, look! Here comes one now. But why is she fully clothed? I’ll tell you: because she’s me, your nudie bar waitress--here to tell you about our two drink minimum…
“Two drinks!” you scream, “they didn’t tell us at the door!”
Let me explain, idiot:
They don’t tell you that at the door because they don’t want to scare you cheap bastards off. See, you come in, you see a naked dancing lady, chances are, even the cheap mofo’s want to stay. You’ll probably be too distracted by the live pussy to notice the signs on all the tables that say, “two drink minimum.” So I’ve been hired at minimum wage to inform you.
I don’t tell you this. Instead, I smile, and in the sweetest, bubbliest voice minimum wage can buy, I say,
“It’s not the doorman’s job to tell you about the two drink minimum, it’s MY job!”
I hold a little sign with all the drinks and prices on it in front of you and ask kindly, “What would you like?”
You ignore the sign and say, “I’ll have a Budweiser.”
This is where I change my tone to sad and empathetic.
“We don’t serve alcohol,” I explain, “It’s illegal in San Diego to have full nudity and alcohol.”
I feel you. I understand. You make me want to drink.
Other times, I think, good try, little under-21 punk. You only got in because it’s an 18 and up club.
You finally look at the sign I’ve patiently held in front of your face. This is where you exclaim loudly, “$4.25 for a COKE?!!”
Inwardly, I sigh. Outwardly, I correct,
“$8.50. You have to buy two.”
I sense your confusion, (not too good at math, eh?) so I explain again,
“It’s a TWO drink minimum.”
You’re speechless.
Let me explain: In America, when you have a business, you want it to make money. Say you have a nudie bar in a city/state where it’s illegal to have full nudity and booze under the same roof. Where the heck are you going to make your money? You gotta sell something. So you sell cokes and juices for $4.25. And you make it a two-drink minimum.
Now you’re really upset.
“8.50 for two cokes? I’m not paying $8.50 for two cokes!”
Here’s a reality check, idiot: First of all, I’m talking to you. I doubt women talk to you much, unless, like me, they’re in the service industry. That’s gotta be worth something. Secondly, have you been to the movies lately? They’re like $9, and you don’t even get cokes. What’s more, you have to leave after an hour and 50 minutes. In a strip club, the entertainment is live. Nudity, right in front of you, and you can stay longer than an hour and fifty minutes. Plus you get two nonalcoholic drinks. For a mere $8.50. It’s really a super bargain. So get off my ass. I didn’t set the prices.
The more I think about this, the more it bugs me. You aren’t paying $8.50 for cokes; you are paying $8.50 for the privilege of having many women take their clothes off and dance before you. Ask some random non-crack head woman outside to take her clothes off and dance for you for $8.50. See what happens. You might get slapped, you might get the police called on you. Now, with that same $8.50, you go try to get 15 women to do it. It ain’t gonna happen, buddy. So buy the drinks and realize it’s a bargain.
But I don’t balk at your resistance to the $8.50. Instead, I make a cute little flirty face and purr, “It’s really worth it…” (I’m a real fucking bargain at minimum wage, I tell you.)
Now what gets me is the sheer percentage of you who will---after all this---say,
“Nah, I’m good. I don’t want anything.”
You look past me, at the naked dancing lady, verbally and non verbally telling me, “go away …”
I try to put it in even simpler terms. I say,
“It’s a two drink MINIMUM. You HAVE to buy two drinks to be in here.”
Then pause, dumb it down more:
“You HAVE TO BUY TWO DRINKS.”
You don’t want to tear your eyes away from the bent over ass a few yards in front of you. I know, it’s a joy to watch a pretty naked girl bent over slapping her own ass. But somewhere in your pea brain, it registers that you cannot fully enjoy the ass until you get the persistent waitress to leave.
“Okay, okay,” you grumble.
“What would you like?” I ask, slightly relieved. My smile is warmer.
You look back at the sign. On it, an assortment of non-alcoholic beverages. Coke, diet coke, Sprite. Orange juice. Cranberry juice. Etcetera.
You start reading it. Slowly.
Yessssssss, your waitress has allllllllllllllllll dayyyyyyyyyy...
After an eternity, you decide.
“I’ll have coke.”
I turn to your friend, whose been standing next to you the entire time.
“What would you like?”
“Uh, nothing. I’m not thirsty.”
Part Two: I Bring the Drinks
“Are you guys paying separately or together?”
“Separate.”
“That’ll be eight fifty,” I say.
You see two cokes in front of you. You complain,
“Ahh, you bring ‘em two at a time?”
“Yes, you idiot. Like I would trust you to buy one now and one later?”
Actually I only say, “Yes. “
You hand me a twenty.
I make change, giving you eleven one-dollar bills and two quarters.
Why so many ones?
A. Because it’s a strip club! I’m hoping that once you see a big pile of ones, you’ll realize what they’re for, and give me one.
B. I know if I don’t give you a bunch of dollar bills now, you will be asking for them later when the stripper whose ass you’ve been staring at hits you up for money……… And lastly,
C. Since you’re probably not going to tip me well on the drinks, you for sure aren’t going to tip me for a second trip if I have to bring you change later. I unload all my ones on you now to save myself the trouble.
But I do make it slightly inconvenient. I have learned not to hand you your change, which you will pocket. If I put your change on my tray, you have to pick it up. I’m counting on you being too lazy to pick up the quarters. That way, I’ll get at least fifty cents, (yeah, it’s pathetic what I gotta do for fifty cents). Fifty cents is more of an insult than a tip, but because I make so little, I figure it’s better than nothing.
So you pick up the bills. You look at the two quarters on my tray, decide it’s not worth it, and leave them. You didn’t tip me; you were just too lazy to pick up the quarters. You don’t say thank you. Neither do I.
I turn to your friend.
“$8.50,” I say.
He’s rifling thru his pockets. He’s scrounged up a five-dollar bill and three wadded ones. He drops them on my tray.
“It’s $8.50,” I say. “You’re short fifty cents.”
He looks at you.
“You got fifty cent?”
You remember that fifty cents and nod at my tray. It’s already there. For a $17 order, I get nothing. And because I value/need my job, I don’t say anything.
Here’s a little rule: When you buy a drink, never tip less than a dollar. I live so far under the poverty level that I have to go to bars with $2 drink nights. I still tip a buck a drink.
If you ask your strip club waitress to go get someone because you want a lap dance, give me a dollar for my trouble. If you didn’t tip me for drinks, and don’t intend to tip me to go get her, get off your ass and get her yourself.
Lastly, don’t come in with a bunch of guys, have a big order, not tip me, then ask me to change $40 into ones to tip the dancers with.
I’m not making a living wage. My paychecks do not even cover my share of rent. And guess what? In the tipping/service industry, the government assumes we are getting tipped, and taxes us accordingly. I lose money when you don’t tip. It costs me money out of my paycheck!
My favorite: I wish you were out there reading this, but I’m assuming you’re retarded and illiterate. You came in. You bought two drinks. You asked for all ones for change. You gave me nothing, explaining, “I need these for tips.”
Let me explain something: You’re telling me that the naked ladies are more important for you to tip than your server. Well guess what? Some of those naked ladies (deservedly) make over $500 per night. Your dollar, little man, doesn’t mean shit to her. You will only mean something to her if you get her in a private booth and let her do a string of lap dances for you at $15 a pop. Ten dances, she’ll remember you and smile at you next time you come in.
I’ve seen strippers pick up dollars time and time again and not say “Thank you.” I will always say thank you for a dollar. That dollar will mean a lot more to your waitress.
I can’t believe you, saying, “I need these for tips.” Then not tipping me, your server.
I hope all that jacking off gives you carpal tunnel.
Oh my god I actually just found that yesterday that was so funny
nut uh
Does anyone know anyone who works at cheeleaders





I just have to comment...that was hilarious!!! I dont have much to offer on waitressing though..ok back to thread.
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you can only survive by clinging onto trees
that's your flaw
put down some roots so you can stand on your own
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if you need numbers for clubs, just goto stripclublist.com. can find any and all clubs info, phone numbers, etc.
Emily that was very informative and quite humerous as well. I do like the waitresses at my local SC because they are very nice. I generally tip them at least a dollar per drink, a dollar when they get change for me and another one when I ask them if a particular dancer is working that night. Another place I've been to has this one server who's probably been stiffed way too many times. As soon as you walk in, she makes a big production of pointing to her tip can.
I was a waitress before I was a dancer. This is a small club in Sacramento but I made anywhere from $20 - $400... sometimes more than the dancers. But you DO have to deal with the situation in that CL post.
OMG. THAT WAS HILARIOUS!!!
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