“Going to jail for trafficking cocaine actually made me a happier person. I was way angrier before that happened. I didn’t like people. I didn’t want people talking to me. I didn’t want people touching me. Inside jail I learned that you don’t have family and you don’t have real friends because none of them is ever going to be there for you.”

Hardly a day goes by without someone asking me how much money the strippers make. The whole subject of stripper money takes on myth-like proportions reaching the urban legend category.

Some strip clubs know how to create a platform to maximize a girls’ earning potential. What you are about to learn can run contrary to what some other club owners believe. Nevertheless, my feeling is that the more a stripper takes home the better. Sure, it’s great for the dancer but it’s even better for the club owner simply because it brings popular and satisfied entertainers back into the club night after night.

There are as many different formulas for extracting money from the dancers as there are strip clubs. Every club owner has his own notion of what works best for his business. One thing that most strip club owners have in common is their belief that each dancer should pay her own way by compensating the club for the business opportunity. That is, no stripper leaves the premises without devoting a portion of the money she picks up to the strip club. After all, most owners agree, the strippers will not have a forum on which they can preach if not for the strip clubs.

First, the owner provides a safe and secure location at which a stripper can ply her trade. He offers a steady and reliable venue for patrons to visit and therefore brings together both the buyer and seller in a trustworthy business environment; something very similar to what the Internet giant, eBay, does for its’ trading customers.

EBay certainly deserves some income for setting up and maintaining a worldwide trading place. Yet, seldom does a week go by without me personally listening to a stripper rant and rave about the injustice of strip clubs retaining a portion of their money.

I never hear a mature, experienced, professional stripper complain about the club taking a small portion of her nightly earnings. The skilled girls clearly understand the partnership concept and even though they may be reluctant to give up a percentage of their earnings, they go along with the program without protest.

It’s usually the younger, more beautiful strippers taking home thousands of dollars nightly who register their annoyance with me. It never fails to amaze me when a very young girl without any formal training or education, unable to earn much more than minimum wage in any other job, will complain about paying a relatively small fee to the business that creates the opportunity for her to take home that thousands of dollars night after night.

Over the years, I’ve experimented

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

THE  STARTLING EXPOSES OF STRIPPERS FROM LAS VEGAS TO NEW ORLEANS IS CONTAINED IN “STRIP CLUBS EXPOSED”

Sammy plunks himself into his favorite chair as he sits two lovely dancers on each of his knees. Both girls begin stroking and cooing fat Sammy with love tones. The boss orders another round of drinks for us and while conversing with me about the merits of a Las Vegas topless joint he begins to fondle the girls breasts and suck their nipples with no regard that he’s publicly doing what none of his customers are permitted to do. In retrospect, I should have named him Sammy the Pig. I learn something new wherever I visit a strip club and from every owner. Clearly, from Sammy, I get an indelible reminder of what I already know – “don’t dip your pen in the company inkwell…for others in your employ will do the same”Sammy struck out swinging without my throwing a single pitch…all because of his boorish behavior.

The bizarre story continues in Strip Clubs Exposed.