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RE: Double Dribble Strip Club Review
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Review
| Date at Club: 02/04/2005 |
Customers per Dancer: No Comment |
Management: No Comment |
Overall Rating:  |
Mileage Expected: Air Dances |
Booking Delay: No Comment |
| Dancer Quality: 1-2 |
Customers: Locals |
| Fees: Non-Existent |
Dances per Customer: 0-1 |
Selling dances: Nearly impossible |
| Hiring Tips: Have a vagina. |
Additional Information
This week (as I write this), my club (Club Cabos) was converted into a sports bar on short notice, and all the dancers and bouncers were let go. So, I met the guy who books a bunch of clubs in Portland, and it being the end of the week, he gave me a list of shifts that no one else had claimed. The Saturday 4-9 at Double Dribble was one such shift.
Now, I had already read the previous review, but I just HAD to check it out for comedic value. Having set my expectations pretty low helped out a lot. The air is gross, the guys are gross, and the girls are, sadly, gross, save for one young blonde who could have worked pretty much anywhere (but she was new to dancing, I think). The guys stare without tipping quite a lot, but most of the customers are off playing video crack and drinking themselves to oblivion.
I did have one cute, smiling guy tip $2 and $3 a song - which sort of made up for his grudgingly-tipping-occassionally and staring-but-not-tipping buddies. I wouldn't get your hopes up about such generous tippers frequenting the place.
I sold two private dances for $5 apiece - and get this, I REALLY had to hustle the guy! The 'private' dance area is totally open to the rest of the bar, except for some obligatory hanging beads. One of the bitchy bartenders (who was topless, and fat) yelled at me for standing on the couch in my shoes. lol! The AIR in this place does more damage to the crummy couch than shoes ever could.
After those dances, I just hung out in the dressing room and read the enormous book of house rules, which featured such gems as "shower before you work" and "don't wear your street clothes on stage". And in case you like talking to old mangy guys for free, the customers can't even really hold a conversation; the only one who looked well-adjusted and friendly enough for it was the cute guy, and his jerk friends were busy hogging him.
I made about $100 during this shift. It was 2-3x as much as the other girls made; hopefully, they'll find better venues, or jobs other than stripping. The only good thing I can say about this place (other than it was pretty fucking funny to work there) was that they have a real pole (which Cabos didn't have) so I got to try a few things out.
So, as Lil Red Riding Hood said in her review, don't work here. Unless you're a glutton for punishment like me.
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