Ava Adore

Shift: 08.15.10, 10pm-4am.

I sat with 90% of the clients: I was in major hustle mode. There wasn’t a lot of money to be made last night, but where I could make it, I did. I did 2 or 3 “hit it and quit it”s, which is when a guy picks you out, says, “How much for a dance?” and takes you right off—and then, his mission accomplished, leaves. So those guys’ names I don’t recall.

I began with a sweetheart guy, Turkish, named Mitch, who was wearing some wonderfully scented cologne. He bought me a Dirty Shirley (way to my heart) and two dances. Next was a hit-it-and-quit-it birthday boy (Joe?), followed with this super adorable husband and wife who each got a dance from me while the other watched.

Not only were they adorable together, it was a very liberated kind of feel, and they were telling me they came to strip clubs now and again just to do this so that the wife doesn’t feel like she lost her bisexuality, because women are also important to her and getting married didn’t change that. They just seemed to have such a great relationship.

After them it gets a little hazy; I think I did two more hit-its and ended the evening with a very drunk man—a very, very drunk man—who, while amenable, was very, very drunk. I don’t think I can stress that enough. He would want to tip a girl, look at his money, and seem confused about how to do it.

The girl would wait, since he’d said to, and ask him to help, and he’d give a little snap like, ‘It’s not my first time at a place like this,’ and then stare at the money again for awhile. You could watch the wheels in his head whirring as he tried to compute the action.

Eventually he would tip the girl, his hand slowly finding its way as if it didn’t belong to him. This, ladies and gents, is the last man I danced for that evening. After that, it was about 3:10, and I went to ask the deejay when our last set was. He gave excellent news: Lilah and I were off! With time to spare for TACO BELL.

Douchebag Count: 0.
$hift Grade: B