Now for people who are unsure of what a regular is he is the guy who comes in just to see you and gets dances solely from you, he is your easy money. The thing with a regular is that you have to be equally loyal. If he is in the house then it is your duty to come over after he is seated and find out if he wants dances from you or if he is fine with you working the room. Once you have determined that you can work the room then your dances should never resemble a dance he gets from you and it shouldn’t be as ‘special’. Otherwise, you could be dropped and he could find another girl to lavish his money and presents on. The great thing about a regular is this, if it is a slow night you can call him and he will come in and get dances and you can expect a good night. You should always treat a regular very well and let him believe that he is the only one, but there is a thin line don’t let him ever believe you are completely available or he could turn from a regular into a stalker. Now that we have that out of the way let me tell you about Bob.

Bob worked for the Port of Seattle and he was about 6’1 and 350lb of fat not muscle. I am pretty sure he lived at home with his mom, so that gives you a bit of background about him. He came in quite frequently to Sugars before he became my ‘regular’ and he had a few dances from me, but one night it was pretty slow and I had just finished dancing a set for him and I was tired so I sat down beside him. Once I did that he started asking me all of the typical questions like ‘why do you do this’ and ‘what made you start’ and ‘do you have a boyfriend’. I decided to use my mentor Kylie’s technique of asking questions and pretending that you were really interested in them not so much yourself. Once I did this and a few minutes went by I was up dancing again for him. My first true night of dancing for him yielded me $500 which is a lot of money for Seattle. Before the night ended he asked me when I worked next and I told him if he would give me his number I would gladly call him before I came into work (this was before caller ID).

Once Bob and I had laid the ground work he started bringing me gifts. I am pretty sure these gifts were stolen off of the freights from the incoming containers because they were the most random gifts. I received a windbreaker running outfit that was kind of my size, suitcases and knives. I really didn’t want any of them but at the same time I didn’t want to offend the gift giver. I never ended up using any of the things Bob had given to me and I ended up giving them to the Goodwill. Other gifts included money which was far more useful; he wanted to help fund my trip to Hawaii with my best friend Mandy who had worked at Sugars with me. Other times he brought in roses which all the other strippers were eternally jealous. That is the funny thing with flowers no matter who gives them to you it really makes other women jealous.

At least twice a week Bob would come in and give me anywhere from $350-$500 per time but as regulars go he wanted to take it to the next level. He asked me to give him a private dance. I was pretty unsure what that entails but Kylie assured me if given in a safe environment it could be a great way to make a few days worth of work in 1 hour. I asked her if he would expect sex and she said to make it clear to him that I wasn’t a prostitute and I wouldn’t be doing anything sexual. I didn’t want to do the private dance but Kylie really made sense. So I told Bob some outlandish price thinking he would say no but instead Bob agreed on the $1000 price tag for 1 hour at Tubs by the University of Washington. To be continued…