They’re gonna want more back there—you know that’s where the extra stuff happens...
First off, they all want something different. When you take them to the back, they might be getting the extra-special, but it’s still your call. They’re gonna want more back there—you know that’s where the extra stuff happens—like if they’re into choking or foot fetishes or whatever, that’s the place to do it. But remember, you’re the one running the show, ok?
Whatever extra you do, you can’t ask for more money—because you know what that would make it? That’s right—soliciting. And now you’re getting into legal shit. You can suggest they pay more to get more, but you can’t flat out ask for it.
Oh, and you can’t take your bottoms off—state law. Every state’s different, and that’s how we do it here. We’ve got cameras everywhere so if we see you doing something you’re not supposed to be doing, you’re out. You never know when it’s an undercover cop, and we’re not risking getting the whole place shut down because of stupid shit—so you might get a warning—but don’t bet on it.
I’m sure you know what you’re doing, so I ‘m not going to tell you how to do your job. Follow the rules, tip the staff, show up on time, don’t start shit with the other girls, and you’ll be fine.
Do you have a name picked out? I can usually tell enough about a girl from the name she picks. Already got an Angel, Creamy, Caramel, Storm, Dream—so none of those will work.
Top Shelf? Ah, well that says it all right there.
Go on and let the DJ know you’re next.
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