The most money I ever made in one night was a little over $2,200. I had started at 3pm and had a good amount of money going into the night shift from dances. I was sitting in the dressing room on a Wednesday night and the floor man came over the radio. “The Doctors here! Send out the girls!”
I had heard about the Doctor from other girls. He would come in and take 4-5 girls back in the champagne room with him. I decided to see if I could get back there because he usually did multiple hours. He took 5 girls back with him. He ordered a few bottles and started to dance this strange jig in the middle of the room. He couldn’t have been taller than 5’5 so it was funny.
“Let’s do shots!” one of the girls yelled. After about the third or fourth shot the Doctor was stumbling around the room. He kept drinking though. I was sitting at the bar just watching the chaos unfolding in front of me. I couldn’t help but laugh.
Two of the girls grabbed the Doctor and closed the curtains. I just stayed seated at the bar with the other two girls; one blowing lines on the bar and the other girl drinking straight out of the bottle. She came up to me to pour a shot down my throat. She completely missed my mouth and vodka spilled all over my face and got into my eye. OUCH!
After that I decided to just sit there and look out at the club. The glass was where you could see out, but not see in. Everyone looked so miserable. The customers, the girls, even the floor guys. People would come up to the glass not knowing anyone could see them from the inside and pop pimples and pick their noses. I wanted to get up and bang on the glass to scare the shit out of them.
As I sat there sipping my champagne I knew that I was never going to be able to have a “real” job. I’m getting paid to sit here and drink champagne with some belligerent guy and 4 other girls. I’d be an idiot to work for someone for a fraction of what I am making tonight alone.
The two girls emerged from behind the curtain to unveil a sleeping Doctor.
Well that was easy, I thought. The remainder of the hour we just sat at the bar and talked.
The main floor guy came back in. They woke the Doctor up. One of the girl’s shoved her boobs in his face. “Are you having fun?!” asked the floor guy. “Oh yeah!!” replied the Doctor. “Another hour with the girls??” the floor man asked.
“Sure!” he said. He got up to do his dance in the middle of the room again. This time way less coordinated. I looked around in amazement. I couldn’t believe he was going to do another hour. He was just sound asleep.
He ended up doing a total of four hours and passed out for at least 3 of them. I couldn’t help but feel guilty. This was wrong, but I stayed back there anyway.
I made way more than $2,200 hundred that night, but the club took about 30% of it, so $2,200 is what I actually left with. I did not even want to do the math to figure out how much they were taking, but it was A LOT!
I remember going home and counting my money and feeling guilty because I literally just sat there while these girls took total advantage of this man.
A week later the doctor came back in the club. All the girls who had heard about his champagne/vodka fueled nap ran in droves towards his table. I stayed on the floor. I just wanted to do dances. I ended up making around $700 doing dances and stage, but I felt better about it than just sitting in there doing nothing, watching this guy stumble around the room.
Needless to say if I ever saw that Doctor’s picture at a doctor’s office I would walk right out the door. #nowthatsthefuckingtea