I'm moving up there really soon, and I was up over Thanksgiving break to do a few things. I went and checked out a couple of clubs; oh, geez. There's only one actually in Cincinnati, and it's out there, about a half hour from where I live. So I decided to hit it and another club that was also a half hour away, in Indiana. I am resigned to having to drive a lot to work up there.
The club in Cincinnati is a Deja Vu, and I bristle at the thought of working for them because I'm not used to handing over such a high percentage of my money. But I thought I'd go ahead and look just in case it turned out to be so cool that it'd be worth it. It's nude, no liquor, not even BYOB, just sodas and juice. They take $7 out of each $20 dance. Eek. You have to go in and do the amateur contest to get hired, and once you are, you're required to schedule three shifts a week. Which seems reasonable enough, I guess. The dances are no contact, or that's what the manager said. I didn't actually see any.
I'm choking on the Deja Vu ambience when I leave and head for the other club, Concepts in Lawrenceburg. Well, they're a hell of a lot friendlier there, which is only fitting, cause it's a hole in the wall. Tiny club. Tiny stage, about half of the size of one of the side stages at my club. The area for lapdances is literally benches in an area behind the DJ booth. But the barmaid, a retired dancer, could not have been nicer. As soon as I told her I was new in town, she whipped out a notebook and begin to write me up a list of all of the clubs in the area, which is mainly those across the river in Covington, Kentucky. I had checked these out on TUSCL and they had uniformly bad reviews, and worse, most of them are bikini bars. Concepts is topless with latex on the nipples. And their policy for taking your money is that you turn in all of your cash to the bar, they hand you receipts, and at the end of the night, you get it back--minus their 20% and the DJs 5%. Speaking of the DJ, I was pleasantly surprised by her gender. And the dancers there were just way, way too cute to be in such a tiny bar in a tiny town--which might indicate that there's actually some money there. Or that they can't afford to buy cars and drive somewhere else to work, I don't know.
So I'm just taking a moment to be thankful for Texas, where you can have booze and nudity (you can even sell it in the presence of exposed nipples!) under the same roof, and where you pay your flat house fee, tip your manager and DJ, and are done with it. I mean, the most it could possibly cost me to work would be $90 ($50 is the highest house fee possible at my club, if you come it after 10pm; say I needed to tip the manager $20 to leave early, and the DJ $20 to keep me off stage.) whereas at either of these clubs on any kind of good night you'll be leaving behind more than that. None of this percentage nonsense. As far as I see it, that only benefits you when you have a bad night.
Fortunately, it sounds as though Dayton and Columbus have clubs similar to what I'm used to. If I have to drive 30 minutes to work, I might as well drive 60 or 90. And believe me, I've drawn out a six-hour radius around Cincinnati to encompass every possible town and city where I might want to work. I will find a good club, I will! And then I'll keep my mouth shut about it . . .



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You should go work at FBR's club and empty out the weasel! 
It's a diff kinda conservative than Texas!! Anyway, if you can drive a bit every now and then, Cleveland is the way to go. There are quite a few more liberal, rich types in the suburban area there.
I thought to myself, I'd like to see Susan launching her ass off at ANY area. LOL




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