THE OLD STRIPPER
A Feature Documentary Film
I
was working at the Two O'Clock Club in Boston, Massachusetts as a stripper. It
was a place where I was required to hustle drinks between my stage shows. I had
to go from customer to customer and ask them to buy me a drink.
Sometimes it would be pretty difficult to get the men to buy drinks, especially, since they were so expensive; so the main idea was to make them think they were going to get more for their money than just buying a drink.
When they would complain about the price of the drink. I would tell them that they were not actually paying for the drink but for
Sometimes it would be pretty difficult to get the men to buy drinks, especially, since they were so expensive; so the main idea was to make them think they were going to get more for their money than just buying a drink.
When they would complain about the price of the drink. I would tell them that they were not actually paying for the drink but for
my
company.
This satisfied a lot of them but not all. For the ones who were not satisfied with this explanation, I led them to believe that they would actually get something more for their money than the drink or my mere presence. This was done sometimes in a fashion of saying, "Let's have a party!"
One young man who was really a cheap skate did not want to pay $6.00 for a single drink for me. I saw he was cheap from the beginning. I told him, "Don't you want to have a party?" as I rubbed my hands on his back and shoulders. He said, "You mean all I have to pay is $6.00?" I reassured him that $6.00 would get him a party with just the two of us.
As expected, his idea of a party was quite different from what he received. He bought the drink. I sat down. He said, "Well?" I said, "Isn't this fun? Just the two of us sitting here drinking and having a party?" Needless to say he did not buy me another drink.
This satisfied a lot of them but not all. For the ones who were not satisfied with this explanation, I led them to believe that they would actually get something more for their money than the drink or my mere presence. This was done sometimes in a fashion of saying, "Let's have a party!"
One young man who was really a cheap skate did not want to pay $6.00 for a single drink for me. I saw he was cheap from the beginning. I told him, "Don't you want to have a party?" as I rubbed my hands on his back and shoulders. He said, "You mean all I have to pay is $6.00?" I reassured him that $6.00 would get him a party with just the two of us.
As expected, his idea of a party was quite different from what he received. He bought the drink. I sat down. He said, "Well?" I said, "Isn't this fun? Just the two of us sitting here drinking and having a party?" Needless to say he did not buy me another drink.
Another
funny incident that stands out in my mind is the time I approached an old man
with really thick glasses - you couldn't even see his eyes - for a drink. I
soon realized that I could get more than a $6.00 drink out of him.
I
hollered, "Let's have a party! We can have so much fun! Come on! Let's
have a party!" He stared in space with his thick glasses as he said,
"How much?" I said, "$20.00.” Of course, like the young guy
buying the $6.00 drink, he thought he was entitled to more than a bottle of
champagne.
He
held up his index finger and said, "Just a minute.” Then he went in the
men's restroom. He came back with a folded $20.00 bill. I could tell it had
been folded for a long time - probably in his shoe.
We went and sat in the dark area where you sat when the guys bought bottles of champagne. It was a booth. We always had the guy sit on the inside, in case, he tried to pin us in for some reason.
The waitress brought the bottle of champagne over and sat the bucket of ice with the champagne in it on the floor placing it where I could reach down and get it. She placed glasses on the table
We went and sat in the dark area where you sat when the guys bought bottles of champagne. It was a booth. We always had the guy sit on the inside, in case, he tried to pin us in for some reason.
The waitress brought the bottle of champagne over and sat the bucket of ice with the champagne in it on the floor placing it where I could reach down and get it. She placed glasses on the table
for
us.
I excitedly chanted, "Wow! Isn't this fun, we're having a party!" The old man said, "Nothin's happenin' yet.” I kept hollering over and over, "This is so much fun! I just love this party! Don't you like it?" The old man kept saying, "Nothin's happenin' yet!"
I kept pouring the champagne in our glasses, half of it in the bucket, and part of it on the floor - anything to get rid of it. I kept hollering about the fun we were having, and the old man kept saying how nothing was happening. Then the bottle was empty.
I held the bottle up and hollered, "Oh! Wow! We need another bottle of champagne! We gotta keep partying! Let's get another bottle." Reality finally set in on the old man as he hollered, "Get outta here!" I quietly - LEFT! ---
I excitedly chanted, "Wow! Isn't this fun, we're having a party!" The old man said, "Nothin's happenin' yet.” I kept hollering over and over, "This is so much fun! I just love this party! Don't you like it?" The old man kept saying, "Nothin's happenin' yet!"
I kept pouring the champagne in our glasses, half of it in the bucket, and part of it on the floor - anything to get rid of it. I kept hollering about the fun we were having, and the old man kept saying how nothing was happening. Then the bottle was empty.
I held the bottle up and hollered, "Oh! Wow! We need another bottle of champagne! We gotta keep partying! Let's get another bottle." Reality finally set in on the old man as he hollered, "Get outta here!" I quietly - LEFT! ---
