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

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,

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

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

Candi and Dandi are, hands-down, the sparkling sisters of Glitter Gulch. If their natural beauty isn’t enough, their portrayal of lesbian lovers creates an even more intriguing aspect to this act. Any number of strippers pair up inside a strip club and behave as a girl-on-girl show. They either know instinctively or from Howard Stern’s hugely popular radio show that men adore watching lesbians or jumping in between them. Girls who bring a four-breast act to strip clubs tend to earn more than a single, solitary ass.These two pursuers of higher education pull off the best stripper duet I’ve ever come across. It is the perfect performance that makes Candi and Dandi the most prolific money earners on their way to becoming multi-millionaires – if they last a littlelonger.Candi is perfectly suited to play the role of the dumb blonde…the dumbest blonde of all-time. She certainly has the body for it plus she dresses herself in frilly pink, see-thru nighties that barely cover her ass and lacy G-string. She’ll giggle and flirt with the customer, coyly stroking his face or “accidentally” laying a hand on her guy’s lap with an “Oops, I didn’t mean to touch your privates.” Oh, she is the smartest dumb blonde.The perfect partner, of course, is played by