Free The New York Doll by Ellie Midwood

when I was collecting tips after the stage, and a shy looking Asian guy gave me a twenty. Oh yes, we always notice a guy who tips us a twenty! Luckily for me, no girls bothered with him, as we all knew that Asians aren’t really big spenders. But his twenty did the trick and instead of another white collar, I chose him as my next victim.
    After a couple of drinks and a short, very typical conversation between a dancer and a customer, I offered him a dance.
    - Would you rather do a room with me instead? – Bill asked me very shyly as if he was afraid to offend me with this offer. – The lap dance zone is open and I would prefer something more private.
    - Of course I would! – I smile at him and call our hostess, Deena. - Is one hour enough for a start?
    I have to say, I hit a jackpot with Bill. In the room, of the whole hour I probably danced for 10 minutes only, and the rest of the time we were talking, as Bill turned out to be a pretty smart guy. He gave me really nice back massages and I was nice enough to give him a couple of back rubs too. Too bad he had a meeting early in the morning so he had to leave, but before he did, he left me couple of hundreds as a tip “for an amazing time” he had. I was smart enough to take his phone number. Not every day you get tipped so well for having a back massage!
    Pretty soon Bill started showing up 3-4 times a week. He got so addicted to our rooms that he didn’t even care anymore about his 7 in the morning meetings; he was staying for 3 or 4 hours and soon spoiled me so much that I didn’t want to work at all, instead I was just chilling in the chair drinking my martinis and waiting for him to come. Girls, who didn’t have their regular customers, or whose customers didn’t come to see them as often as mine, started to get jealous and asking me what was that guy doing in the room. “Really, nothing, - I would say. – We mostly talk, rub each other’s back and talk again. He’s just very lonely and needs a friend.” “You’re so lucky! – they were saying. – Don’t let anybody else steal him!” But even though some girls tried to lure him into the room, Bill stayed faithful to me and would nicely decline their offers and just wait there patiently till I get off the stage.
    Bill was a perfect customer: nice, polite, very considerate, never drunk, never pushy or dirty, a perfect gentleman. He did try to ask me out, but I was experienced enough to make him believe that we will go out eventually, just not next week because I have a laser hair removal…oh, the week after that is not good either, he has a presentation to make, too bad… You know, it’s an art to make your customer keep coming back and spend money while you are totally screwing his brain. It’s like putting a carrot in front of a donkey to make him move forward. So what that he’ll never reach the carrot? You know that, but he doesn’t, so you get what you want.
    Everybody loved Bill for his ability to spend money without thinking, and I was smart enough to let some of my co-workers jump on this money train. You see how it works in gentlemen’s clubs, you are nice to a shot girl and let her sell your customer a bunch of shots, next time she’ll point out a quiet, invisible guy who spends a fortune, but nobody knows about it as he only speaks to the shot girl. Or you buy massages from a massage girl and she tells her customer to take you to the room next time. Oh yes, the universal law that one hand washes the other one, works here as well, and everybody wins.
    And very soon our regular night with Bill would look something like that: he would come at 10 or 11, watch me dancing on stage, give me a shower (all dancers love that, when a bartender gets on stage and makes it rain money on you) and then we would relax in the lounge area for some time. Relaxing means that Tori, a shot girl, would do shots with me (Bill was only drinking water) while Margarita, a massage girl, would rub my back. Then Tori