The Last Days

A friend of mine quit. She had been working at a different gentleman's club in the city, one I used to work at with her, and said she couldn't do it anymore- it's slow and a lot of the girls are selling themselves (an impossible service to compete with). Another popular strip club in the city was recently shut down over prostitution and drugs.

If the strip club circuit is a litmus test for the state of societal morality, it appears the worst of the worst is getting worse and worse.

Bianca, we'll call her, is a massage girl. Or was. She moves from guy to guy making twenty a song to rub their neck and shoulders on the floor (equipped with lotions, money clip and Purel). It used to be commonplace for Bianca to be paid by the hour and brought into a private room -just to massage- whether because one guy fell for her or because a group of ballers wanted another luxury along with the strippers they purchased. She used to be able to knock on closed room doors to see if anybody wanted a back rub.

Not anymore.

Long gone are the days of the looking without touching, bachelor parties where a topless dancer is the highlight, and parties on the corporate credit card. If a guy comes out of his own pocket to take a girl to a private room, he's expecting sex. You don't want to poke your head in on that room.