What goes on in the champagne rooms???
Current mood: nauseated
This really sucks, Venus got raped in the champagne room the other night. It's my fault in a way and no this is not some guilt paranoia. You see I always ask girls for advice on champagne rooms; one reason for this is that I need to write a book for strippers and the other is because I'd like to get lots of champagne rooms cause the money is unbelievable.
Trinity, who I used to work with always got champagne rooms two to three times a night and she would take 4 figures home a night, yes that means over $1000 a night!!!! When I first started I asked Trinity how she gets so many guys in champagne rooms. Do you tell them you're gonna blow them??? SEX??? Why else are these guys paying $400-$1000 an hour? It's not like I don't sell champagne rooms, it's just that maybe I get like 5f my clients to go in one with me, (yes they are CLIENTS, by the WAY)! Trinity, on the other hand was getting like 50f her dirtbags into the champagne rooms. So I asked her, how do you do it? I mean Trinity always said that in the champagne rooms she doesn't do anything but dance and talk and well, obviously drink champagne too.
"I mean Trinity you get all these customers to go in there with you. What do you tell them?"
"You gotta do what I do, Blake," she tells me, matter of factly," When a guy asks what you are going to do in the champagne rooms you tell them this: NO BLOWJOBS, NO HANDJOBS, NO SEX. When you tell them that, they'll definitely get a room with you." Hmmm. Advice from the competition.
"Okay," I said, "Those guys over there is asking me what we're gonna do in there. I want to hear you tell him that."
"OK, " Trinity cheered, poofing up her hair with one hand, the other on her hip, jutts out her ass, "Let's go put are act on."
We strutted over to the guys. My guy asked me again, so what are we gonna do if we go in that champagne room together. The inevitable question, the killer again. I looked over at Trinity. "Ask her." I said.
"What are we gonna do in there?" he asks her.
say it bitch, say it
come on: no handjobs no blowjobs no sex
Trinity says nothing. Big surprise. Needless to say we didn't get the room.
I later found out from the deejay that Trinity promises everything in there. And does not deliver. Oh, what up front money will do. I guess she doesn't get too many repeat customers.
I ask Venus, another stripper at another club, what to say to get into the champagne rooms.
She smiles, more advice from competition, "Tell 'em you're gonna give them a little sex dance," she advises. Hmmm. Not bad advice.
I go out onto the floor and five minutes later I get a champagne room. I come out and tell Venus. I told him what you said, Venus. I told him I'd give him a sex dance, and I got the room with him. All I did was dance a bit for him. That was it. Bam!!! Two hundred and fifty bucks in a half hours' time.
Venus goes on to the next guy, and promises him a heavenly sex dance. Only this time she doesn't deliver a thing. Instead it was taken from her. She was raped... Oh my God. Raped in a champagne room. What a fuckin' weasel that guy was. A damn Nazi.
Well, this isn't going to stop me from going in the rooms. And if you want to know what I do in there, you'll have to get a room with me to find out. And that's all I have to say.



