Herb Pastor

“Help! They’re taking me and my girlfriend to a Mexican jail.”

admin — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 18:57:00 +0000

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

“Darling”,she says, “I can turn this three grand into $15,000 overnight.”

admin — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 17:44:08 +0000

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.

10 Strip Joint Millionaire 11

Ivy, of course, uses the money to purchase a package of cocaine, which…

I now date Ivy.She’s only a teenager but I’m totally infatuated with her.

admin — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 17:31:49 +0000

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…

Her real name is Ivy. Her “stripping” name is Innocent. I call her Incorrigible.

admin — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 17:24:42 +0000

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…

I’ve always watched porno with my twin sister…

admin — Wed, 23 Jun 2010 17:39:16 +0000

“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

Boss, take my money and shove it!

admin — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 03:41:22 +0000

Gravity’s Grave Consequences

admin — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 03:59:58 +0000

A stripper’s biggest fear isn’t the taxman or even death but the unforgivable law of gravity. The ravages of age for a girl who must publicly display her body for the approval of beer-guzzling party animals and who is totally dependent on a thumbs-up rating of her tits and ass, can drive her to despair. For, none among us can escape the tugs and pulls of body parts by the loving Mother Nature.

Sagging breasts and a bottom-slung ass do not combine for a moneymaking operation. You can imagine how much cash is directed at the older topless dancer sandwiched between two twenty-one year old younguns. Today’s strip club customer throws out two challenges to entertainers – she’d better damn well be young and thin. Beauty alone hardly cuts it anymore. Once an entertainer reaches her physical peak, and this may occur onlya few years from her first visit to the strip club stage, her earning power declines dramatically.

I hear the same comments from…

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

I Had to Choose My daughter or Heroin…

admin — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 03:27:14 +0000

“I stoled a lot. I used to steal to feed my $80 a day heroin habit. Go into stores, steal, return the items, get the money back. My ex-husband knew what I was doing and I had to make a choice between my daughter or heroin. So it was either heroin or her. I signed her over to him.”

Angel

Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Age: 27

Height: 5’6” Weight: 125 pounds

Measurements: Bust: 36, Waist: 25, Hips: 36

ANGEL’S STORY AND MORE ARE CONTAINED IN THE NEW, EXCITING BOOK STRIP CLUBS EXPOSED.

Sammy sits two naked strippers on his knees…

admin — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 03:03:59 +0000

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.

Faith’s Startling Confession

admin — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 02:17:06 +0000

“Gang raped at fifteen by five guys. I don’t remember too much of it because I was pretty much fucked up. I went to my girlfriend’s 16th birthday party down at the beach in San Diego. Keg party, you know. She had one of those moms that didn’t give a shit, you know, always high on drugs. I was drunk, you know. I was fifteen. The guys, their ages ranged from twenty-two to thirty five. There was five of them altogether. They all raped me. I didn’t realize the damage they did until I got older. Nothing happened to them.”

Faith

Hometown: New York City Age: 31

Height: 5’7” Weight: 130 pounds

Measurements after three kids: Bust: 34C, Waist: 26, Hips: 36