Scared Bunny

Michael Weston should have known better.

When you are in the CIA it's understood that you are going to have to deal with certain things like lying to your wife, having a completely fake job and lots of times in places most people wouldn't want to go. But that Russian stripper? Do you really think she loves you just because she says so? Most people can figure out it's just a hustle without the years of CIA training, but he sure didn't seem to catch on, did he?

It should have been a sign when she stopped asking for $20 for the dances. Should have been an even bigger sign when she started wanting details on the new missile defense shields and was instead giving him money after every dance.He may have been good looking, but no stripper pays you for the dance. When was the last time you heard a stripper ask questions about the high frequency lasers and tubed kinetic energy?

All I can say is that I am pretty dang sure why the guy onUSA Network's Burn Notice got fired. Of course, with all he was up to who knows? All I know Is I wish I came out of strip clubs with envelopes of money instead of going in with envelopes of money. Maybe you can check the site and see if I'm wrong, but I bet I'm not.

Labels: ad, Burn Notice, CIA, fiction, strippers

People want stories, so I guess I have to oblige. This isn’t a story about me though, because my life is pretty boring based on feedback from recent posts. It’s not even something I have seen personally, but is something I have been told. What’s going on in my life wouldn’t amuse anyone except maybe a sadist who wants to watch me sway from being ok, to being anxious to being depressed and back again.

Actually, this isn’t even a story because there isn’t any action that I am aware of. There probably for those actually involved there is action somewhere, but that I can’t speak of.

It seems that there are a group of dancers at the clubs in Dallas who have a pimp. Now, I know a lot of you are saying that you don’t think that is surprising, and I guess I can see your point. I am not sure exactly what a dancer gets out of having a pimp since she can get the job at the club by herself and the guys come to the club with or without the pimp. But they do have a pimp and they all have the same pimp.

Now, it seems that spotting the girls with this pimp is pretty easy because he brands them with a tattoo. I am not sure what it looks like, but I am told that you’d know it if you saw it. All over town there are these girls with matching tattoos. He wants them to be marked for life, and apparently wants everyone to know they are his girls.

So far you aren’t shocked, I can tell. But it appears there is another way you can tell these girls, or should I say two ways.

The first is their approach. These girls will always come up to you and ask if you would like a dance or a massage. When I used to frequent clubs I will say that a couple of the clubs did have girls who didn’t dance but did offer a shoulder massage. I never took them up on it because $20 for a neck rub seemed kind of steep. And most of them, to be frank, looked like they couldn’t have made it as dancers and this was just a way for them to make money. But I never had a girl offer a choice of a dance or a massage.

The second way you can spot them is the reason they offer a dance or a massage. It seems this “pimp” refuses to allow his girls to do more than dance or massage. Yes, you read that right; this pimp does not allow his girls to perform sexual services. These dancers are nothing more than dancers, even though they have a pimp. This is strange to me since so many dancers without pimps are actually more than dancers.

I’m really confused by the whole situation. First off, why does a dancer need a pimp? What does a dancer get from her pimp she wouldn’t get otherwise? Second, what kind of pimp does not want his girls to do anything sexual? Wouldn’t there be a lot more money if they did more?

My initial reaction is that this is a bunch of people unclear on the concept. But obviously I am missing something somewhere. Maybe it would make sense with beer or tequila or something.

Labels: bizarre, clubs, dancers, pimps, strippers