By five in the afternoon we were showered and dressed and in my pick-up truck on the way to her job. Rush hour traffic on a Friday night in Los Angeles is a frightening experience for the novice and is not for the weak of heart. Fortunately, our destination was no more than fifteen miles away in Chatsworth at the foot of the Santa Susana Pass to Semi Valley. It only took us an hour to make that short ride.
Walking through the front doors to the bar we could see that it was housing many customers, a few of them were already strung out along the bar sucking up a few drinks before going over the 'hump' to the wife and kids. I escorted Barb to the back stage dressing room the girls shared and when the door opened Barb and I were immediately flooded with greetings and smiles. Inside, I found several of the ladies in need of the goods I was promoting that evening. Most of the women in the room were single moms with kids to raise and damn little education enough to get a job at McDonalds, let alone anywhere, that would be close enough to earn enough money to raise kids. We knew all of them, their kids, and their horrendous life stories. Some good hearted ladies, some bad, but all of them lovely looking, who made a profession out of dancing naked in front of men and were proud of it. Each of these girls took their job seriously. Like Barb, they had spent a lot of money on the 'uniforms' they so readily discarded to the beat of loud music and cigarette smoke. In the past month, Barb had spent close to five hundred dollars at Fredrick's of Hollywood, each outfit modeled just for me by her before she bought it. It was one of my many perks.
After depositing Barb in the dressing room I took off and went to the Manager's Office to see Merle, her boss. Merle was just a tad over fifty and a plumber by trade. He had met the head stripper here at this club, where he came to watch the ladies strutting their stuff, and the two of them developed an ongoing relationship. Dora was almost thirty-five with three kids and she needed someone in her life for her kid's sake. Merle was it. As it happened, I knew the owner of the club and after a rather rough weekend of recreational drug use I got Merle his job as the night manager of the club. He let me hang out and occasionally I helped him remove a drunk that got too touchy feely with the women.
Inside Merle's office he had video monitors set up for different locations of the club. He could tell if a fight was about to break out or someone was breaking the rules. We liked to sit in his office and just bullshit the time away watching the screens from the corners of our eyes.
Merle's lady, Dora, being the head stripper, rarely went on stage unless a girl was sick or the crowd was thick and they needed another body. She was like a drill sergeant to the girls. Each girl worked a set of three songs each, no exceptions, and good hygiene was a must. She was not going to risk a black mark against the club on her watch. No girls were allowed to drink on the job, either. When a customer bought them drinks, they got soda water or Seven-Up. They needed to be in control of their senses at all times. No girl was allowed to turn tricks in or around the premises and you could socialize with the customers between sets but only if they were buying and downing drinks. No customer at any time was allowed to touch any of the girls. This was a big no no to the ABC and they would enforce that rule rigorously. That's somewhat of a challenge for a bar manager when you have forty drunk construction workers fully aroused by naked women, but both the girls, Merle, and myself seemed to get by all right.
There were ten girls working in the bar and two stages. Every night Dora would post the schedule so that the girls would know where they had to be. Each stage would have a dancer work three songs, then there would be a break of three songs, and then the next girl would appear and do her little routine. The stages would alternate with the girls and they would have overlapping periods when one girl was finishing a song on one stage while another girl would start her set on the other stage. After a girl got off the stage she would change into her cocktail clothes and socialize with the customers, sometimes running drink orders. Dora reserved the right to be the one who served drinks most of the night because that's where she got her tips, her big money. No one ever challenged Dora and would only run drinks if she asked them to do that.
At seven on the dot, the music started in earnest and the first of the girls took to the stage. The crowd was still the left over commuters to Semi Valley with a few regulars beginning to trickle in. Merle and I stared at the video screens as we talked about life in general. We have seen these girls get naked so many times before that we never really looked at them unless they came up with a new twist on their set. We were mainly looking for anything out of the ordinary that could spell trouble. Without asking for it, I tossed a tiny vile to Merle and he accepted it without word. It was just business as usual.
Somewhere around eight, we noticed a group of young men enter the club in high sprits. "Bachelor party", Merle guessed. Sure enough, in the throng of men there was one who seemed to be the center of attention. I felt a need to investigate closer.
I placed myself at the pool table near the entrance to the club and made a slight show of choosing the least warped cue. I put my quarter in the slot and let the balls drop with a nice rolling and clinking sound as they banged into each other as they waited in their tray. This was music to my ears, not so much because I liked playing pool, but because of what I knew would happen. I made a slight show of powering my hands and chalking up the cue as my eyes squinted in fake intensity. Eventually, one of the men in the bachelor party took the bait and sauntered to my side asking staking out a challenge. We agreed on a bet of ten bucks apiece for a game of eight ball. He racked, I broke.
When it came his turn to shoot, Else strutted onto the north stage and his head went up like an infield fly. Elsie was a stunning lady. She was well proportioned and she made excellent use of her many assets. He made it through his first shot, but, after Elsie removed her bra, he scratched his second shot. It didn't take me long to clean up the table and sink the eight ball thanks to her gyrations. As I collected the bet, I let it drop that should the boys in the party need any 'assistance' in staying alert during their little get together that I have the means for them. The poor guy left and sat with his friends as I dropped another quarter into the slot and let the balls roll once more. Merle, who had probably laughed his way through the whole ordeal as he watched from his monitor, came out of the office and we played a game of eight ball while we watched the crowd.
"No one's tipping the girls worth a damn tonight," he noticed, "why don't you spark it up a little." Merle was always thinking of the girls and hated it when men never tipped the strippers. I took a seat right at the head of the runway that the dancers use on the south stage and waited for the next lady to come out. It happened to be Barb, but it could have been any of those beauties and the results would have been the same.
As Barb strutted onto the stage she had that high step in gear like one of the showgirls in a Vegas Stage Show. Her long legs accentuated by the high heels she wore, seemed to float across the stage. She gave the crowd a big smile and winked at the bachelor in one of the front tables and made a gesture for him to come closer. He wasn't budging an inch so I yelled at the top of my lungs, "Yeah Baby, take it off for me."
She walked by me from her perch as if I was just another customer and looked over her shoulder at me and said, "You're cute". Then she swung herself along the pole and in a surprise move to the crowd her bra with the velcro fasteners came off and her breasts began swinging out to the crowd displaying her beautifully shaped hardened nipples. Those were the same nipples I had sucked on earlier. A true crowd pleaser she was and several dollar bills found themselves being tossed on the edge of the stage from my fellow spectators. Most were a little reserved about their adoration and seemed to be holding back.
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