Colin

Your books have become our bible. Every new stripper in my clubs in Miami are required to read your books. The information you offer will likely save their lives. Colin

Nov 012011

The more difficult problems concern the dancers very private lives. I know from my own five years of therapy always to act as the dancer’s advocate, and to help her make her own decisions regarding her family and love situations. Whether a pregnant stripper should have an abortion seems to be a common problem. Whether to leave the good-for-nothing husband or super jealous boyfriend who is beating the dancer regularly is an issue shared by too many of the girls.

A somewhat common and very consequential stripper problem focuses on whether the dancer should give up custody of their children to the father or grandparents who are outraged by the dancer’s vocation. The dancers themselves may be caring and responsible single moms but, regardless, the relatives usually feel that no stripper can properly care for a child. More times than not, the dancers chose to stay in stripping and fight the legal battles, which many eventually lose.

Nov 012011

The entertainer’s sad stories are similar to the old stand bys but are certainly taken to new, exaggerated heights. While a casino dealer might tell me that he was unable to call in with any advance notice because his grandmother died suddenly, a dancer will say, “My boyfriend and I were kidnapped by drug dealers in the alley off Fourth Street and the bastards murdered my boyfriend. The killers left me for dead and since I was lying in my boyfriend’s blood. I couldn’t move a muscle otherwise I would have called.”

As the owner of strip clubs on the East Coast and West, I have known thousands of topless dancers on a much more intimate level than a typical employer will come to know his or her employees. Understandably, when a girl takes her clothes off in front of another person night after night, when she stands naked before her boss, it’s not just her body that is exposed, she bares her emotions as well and, her whole psychological being opens up. She has less to hide and, therefore, in thousands of cases I have become the stripper’s confident and one of the most trusted persons in my employee’s life.

Every night of the week,

Nov 012011

Each year the local Humane Society promotes some new wrinkle on the annual Adopt-A-Pet campaign designed to acquaint families with abandoned dogs and cats who are most likely destined for extermination. Cleverly, these pet humanitarians now bring the lonely animals out to various shopping malls, schools, and parks and wherever families gather. It’s a great strategy that plays on the basic sympathies of children.

After all, who can resist the playfulness and cuddliness of the little kittens and puppies? Putting the kids face-to-face with the animals tugs at the heartstrings of the moms and dads practically forcing the parents to cough up the few bucks to satisfy little Dick and Jane. The truth is that all parties become winners. The families can acquire a new pet and the dog or cat is saved from a questionable future.

Each year the local Humane Society promotes some new wrinkle on the annual Adopt-A-Pet campaign designed to acquaint families with abandoned dogs and cats who are most likely destined for extermination. Cleverly, these pet humanitarians now bring the lonely animals out to various shopping malls, schools, and parks and wherever families gather. It’s a great strategy that plays on the basic sympathies of children.

After all, who can resist the playfulness and cuddliness of the little kittens and puppies? Putting the kids face-to-face with the animals tugs at the heartstrings of the moms and dads practically forcing the parents to cough up the few bucks to satisfy little Dick and Jane. The truth is that all parties become winners. The families can acquire a new pet and the dog or cat is saved from a questionable future.

I’ve thought about doing the very same thing for the lost and soulful strip club entertainers who can’t seem to find themselves any stability or direction in their lives. So, before these girls actually crash and burn, which so many of them do, I’d put them up for adoption in a local Adopt-A-Stripper program. The strippers can present themselves in an environment more wholesome than a strip club by hosting parties in various hotels and ballrooms. They can walk door-to-door like the old time vacuum cleaner salesmen and even participate in talent shows to demonstrate their various skills. I know one singer turned stripper who was talented enough to make an appearance on the Tonight Show with the late Johnny Carson. More than a few describe themselves comedians since their true-life stories have me laughing ‘til the tears come. It’d be my guess that the majority of the dancers will show off their acrobatic skills…as long as there’s a brass pole somewhere around.

Being in charge of the Adoption Program, I’ll see that each stripper comes The strippers can present themselves in an environment more wholesome than a strip club by hosting parties in various hotels and ballrooms. They can walk door-to-door like the old time vacuum cleaner salesmen and even participate in talent shows to demonstrate their various skills. I know one singer turned stripper who was talented enough to make an appearance on the Tonight Show with the late Johnny Carson. More than a few describe themselves comedians since their true-life stories have me laughing ‘til the tears come. It’d be my guess that the majority of the dancers will show off their acrobatic skills…as long as there’s a brass pole somewhere around.

Being in charge of the Adoption Program, I’ll see that each stripper comes

Nov 012011

When she leaves the stage, after her very first topless performance, I’ll send one of my customers to ask for her autograph. That cinches the deal. My newest stripper now believes she’s a legitimate star of the stage.

Most young dancers won’t admit to the adoration and idolization they feel when all eyes are focused on them or when the men applaud, whistle and stamp their feet; even asking for encores. It’s a natural high that goes right to the core of a woman’s heart. Few careers can offer the exhilaration and excitement that goes with an audience fully appreciating a strip tease performance.

Stripping can make any girl feel like Britney Spears or Madonna. In fact,

Nov 012011

It’a a damn serious business with millions of dollars changing hands every day by those wishing to take part in the pay-for-play game, There’s no shortage of buyers willing to shell out enormous sums to jooin in th ee]sexual hi jinks provided inside my strip clubs in Las Vegas and New Orleans. And there more than enough nubile nymphs willing to stuff their personal kitty with the unending slow of “Benjamins.”

Jun 242010
I hurry over to the commotion, which is starting to gather a small crowd. “What’s the trouble?” I ask the Mexican Beach Patrol. “They’re arresting me.” Sunshine cries. “They’re taking me to jail for taking my top off.”
I can’t believe it. Sunshine, my weekend companion and sophisticated woman of Las Vegas, decides to expose her breasts in a foreign country with ultra-conservative views of public nudity, all to get an all-over suntan without any shoulder strap lines.
Forget what she was thinking. What am I thinking, bringing this lovely lass to Mexico without forewarning her about the no public nudity laws. Nudity is a way of life for some topless entertainers. Anyway, one of the Mexican cops pulls out his handcuffs and moves toward Sunshine. She, in turn, jumps into my arms screaming, “Herbie, help me, I’m not going to jail.” And with this, the second cop takes his handcuffs out and approaches me. All I can imagine is the Mexican Beach Police separating Sunshine and me, discarding us into some Mexican hellhole without us ever seeing the light of day again.
Before this scenario escalates

I hurry over to the commotion, which is starting to gather a small crowd. “What’s the trouble?” I ask the Mexican Beach Patrol. “They’re arresting me.” Sunshine cries. “They’re taking me to jail for taking my top off.” I can’t believe it. Sunshine, my weekend companion and sophisticated woman of Las Vegas, decides to expose her breasts in a foreign country with ultra-conservative views of public nudity, all to get an all-over suntan without any shoulder strap lines.Forget what she was thinking. What am I thinking, bringing this lovely lass to Mexico without forewarning her about the no public nudity laws. Nudity is a way of life for some topless entertainers. Anyway, one of the Mexican cops pulls out his handcuffs and moves toward Sunshine. She, in turn, jumps into my arms screaming, “Herbie, help me, I’m not going to jail.” And with this, the second cop takes his handcuffs out and approaches me. All I can imagine is the Mexican Beach Police separating Sunshine and me, discarding us into some Mexican hellhole without us ever seeing the light of day again.Before this scenario escalates

Jun 242010
As much as Ivy earns which I gather to be about $2000 a night, she is always broke and in need of cash which, of course, I’m ready to supply. Ivy takes full advantage of my lust. She has a recognizable pattern. She’ll kiss and hug me before asking to borrow some cash for whatever her beautiful heart desires.
Ivy knows me well enough to realize that her kisses and hugs work wonders. The next time, her familiarity is outrageous –
she doesn’t even wait for me to acknowledge her request for the few thousand dollars. She just inserts her hand directly into my pant pocket, takes out my rubber-banded currency and strips off thirty one hundred dollar bills. At least, she tells me it is thirty bills.
“Herbie, darling,” she says, “I’ll give this back to you tomorrow. I can turn this three grand into $15,000 overnight.” That raises the hair on the back of my neck because I know the only way to multiply cash that fast is through the sale of drugs. “Whoa, baby, what are you getting involved in? If it’s anything to do with drugs, I want no part of it.” Ivy looks straight into my eyes, gives me a peck on the cheek and says, “It’s cool, Herbie, I love you.” And off she disappears.
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Ivy, of course, uses the money to purchase a package of cocaine, which…
Jun 242010
In the meantime, I have begun to date Ivy. She is young, still only a teenager, and decades younger than me, but I am totally infatuated with her. Ivy understands that the way to my wallet is through my heart. So, with Ivy’s kiss here and a stroke there it seems like the most natural thing in the world for me to not only to rent a luxurious apartment for her, but to furnish it completely as well; not just the sofas, tables and chairs, but the towels, appliances, and dishes too.
I enjoy spending a quiet evening with Ivy. Her apartment is comfortable and she makes me feel right at home. One night while we’re lounging, watching TV, I notice a heavy object sitting inside the open top drawer of her bedside table. A closer look reveals that she’s packing a pistol. “Hey Ivy,” I ask, “what’s up with the gun?” I don’t remember or didn’t quite decipher her answer but she promises to get rid of the weapon the next day.
About a week later, I drive over to Las Vegas’ McCarran Airport, just a five-minute jaunt from my home, to pick up two of my Los Angeles bankers who are considering lending me some millions of dollars to expand my casino operations. They’re in town to complete their due diligence inspection of my properties and to develop a personal opinion of me and my lifestyle. As bankers and financial people have told me many times, “Money is loaned to a person as much to a business. The honesty and integrity of the individual means as much or more to us as do the financial statements of the business.”
At curbside, the older of the executive lenders, the Senior Vice President, gets into the front and his younger assistant seats himself in the rear of my Mercedes Sedan. While driving them to their rooms at Caesars Palace, the Vice-President in the rear, picks up one of Ivy’s misplaced possessions; her fully loaded 9mm semi-automatic handgun and says to me “Say, Herb, must be one of your kids toys. Sure looks real.”
“Oh my God,” I scream, “put that down, it’s not a toy.” He drops it onto the seat like a hot potato. Once again, Ivy’s penchant for destructiveness infiltrates my personal world. Obviously, after frightening the two Los Angeles bankers half to death it’s not surprising that I don’t get the loan. Strike two for Ivy.
As much as Ivy earns which I gather to be about…
Jun 242010
Her real name is Ivy. Her dancing name is Innocent. I call her Incorrigible. Everyone has a soft spot for someone who doesn’t deserve it. For better or worse my heart melts for Ivy. In this case, it is for the worse.
Ivy’s family is composed of true southern crackers from a small Kentucky town. Ivy herself is the fourth of seven children born to a dirt-poor coal-mining mom and dad. Ivy will agree that only half of that statement is true. Dirt poor is a right-on description but neither her father nor two uncles have mined any coal in years.
She escaped her destiny of an early marriage and a passel of kids by sneaking away from home at age fourteen to a life of go-go dancing and stripping at some of the sleaziest, god-awful clubs ever perpetrated on the Southern male. Yet, Ivy’s natural effervescence, her love of life and living in the moment overcame the filthy, backwoods bars. Her beauty and personality are infectious. Everyone around Ivy naturally hops on her bandwagon.
When she pops into Las Vegas and the Topless Girls of Glitter Gulch at age nineteen, she is one of the most beautiful girls I‘ve ever laid my eyes on – a statuesque blond with the shapeliest figure any woman could desire. Her breasts are full, heavy and unbelievably, pointed heavens way. Her face is absolutely flawless with perfectly aligned teeth inviting one to her lips. When Ivy takes off her top on stage the air inside the club seems to diminish from the inhaling gulps and gasps of the audience. Every bit of this world belongs to Ivy. And, of course, Ivy knows it.
Trouble brews early…
Jun 232010
“As kids we loved to play, just experiment with vibrators and dildos like “ooh” what’s that hole and where does that go. I like rough stuff, too. I’ll just sit in front of the TV watching porno and like go “yeah, grab that neck; yeah, slap that bitch; yeah, ride her harder; yeah, flip her over, do her in the ass. That’s the kind of person I am.”
Tulip

As kids we loved to play, just experiment with vibrators and dildos like “ooh” what’s that hole and where does that go. I like rough stuff, too. I’ll just sit in front of the TV watching porno and like go “yeah, grab that neck; yeah, slap that bitch; yeah, ride her harder; yeah, flip her over, do her in the ass. That’s the kind of person I am.”

Tulip

Hometown: San Fernando, California Age: 23

Height: 5’5” Weight: 115 pounds

Porno Star Body: Bust 37C, Waist: 26, Hips 36