Beautiful, even attractive, young girls are in demand in every job type and all professions regardless whether the girl has any attributes qualifying for the job, other than her good looks. I’m not charting any new ground here by recognizing that female beauty and sexuality sell everything from breakfast cereal to dump trucks.

The media exploit a woman’s sexuality because consumers notice. The sight of a beautiful woman in advertising electrifies the shoppers antennae and the more eyeballs an advertiser can attract, the more sales, more business, and more profits. Frankly, and to the point, it’s the shapely curvature of a woman that makes the advertising world go round.

Any woman exuding sexiness combined with only a measly amount

“Whatever the guy wants, you know, and if I feel comfortable and if I wanna do it and if the price is right then I’ll do it. I know it’s not legal. It’s not legal anywhere in the country but it’s behind closed doors. Also, I don’t give blowjobs because I hate them. And I don’t kiss. I’ve never used a condom. I get tested all the time. I have big concerns.”

Alex

Hometown: Spokane, Washington       Age: 25

Height: 5’6”        Weight: 120

Measurements: Bust: 34, Waist: 25, Hips: 34

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,

Trouble brews early but I’m not aware of Ivy’s penchant for criminal activity until a couple months after her arrival. Within hours of first planting her feet on my Las Vegas stage, Ivy whisks a high roller into the darkened VIP room and smothers him under her ethereal love, using the capable assistance of a few bottles of Dom Perignon. When the high roller runs out of cash, Ivy persuades her customer to charge some Dancing Dollars, our in-house currency, to his Platinum American Express credit card.

The tipsy and lusting gentleman readily gives Ivy his personal password and the “OK” to charge $2000 to his credit card. Ivy, however, charges $12,000, ten thousand dollars more than her customer authorizes. Then, without her customer’s knowledge, Ivy pockets the entire twelve grand; two thousand he’s gifting to her for whatever favors she’s bestowing on him and the ten thousand dollars she gifting to herself.

A customer’s denial of a particular charge to his credit card

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

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.

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, I’ll hear scores of questions like “Herb, can I talk with you privately?” or “Herbie, dear, can you help me with this little problem?”  For more than fifteen years. I’ve been assisting thousands of dancers with whatever bothers them at the moment. To this day, years later, I’m receiving emails and phone calls from many girls I haven’t seen in ages but who are still asking for advice and help of some kind.

The easiest problems to resolve center on money. The complexities …

Every night of the week, I’ll hear scores of questions like “Herb, can I talk with you privately?” or “Herbie, dear, can you help me with this little problem?”  For more than fifteen years. I’ve been assisting thousands of dancers with whatever bothers them at the moment. To this day, years later, I’m receiving emails and phone calls from many girls I haven’t seen in ages but who are still asking for advice and help of some kind.

The easiest problems to resolve center on money. The complexities of housing, transportation, child care and health insurance are excruciating survival issues for young girls who tend to take home substantial cash each night but who have little or no experience in handling or budgeting money. Whether it’s lending a dancer taxi fare so she can get to work, advancing funds for her monthly car or house payment or delivering the cash to bail the dancer or her boyfriend out of jail; it’s all part of my job description.

My Business Rule #1…Keep the dancers dancing…keep the strippers stripping…

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.

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,