The rainmakers are killing the lapdance

I primarily go to strip clubs for full contact dances at the very least, and outright extras often being the goal. Ten to twenty years ago I could go to any strip club within a few hundred miles of where I lived, encompassing several dozen clubs, and the formula was basically the same. I would go to the club and settle in, observe the rotation, once I spotted girls that intrigued me I would tip a dollar or two at stageside. This involved sitting or standing at the stage and laying the money on the stage in front of me. If a number of people were tipping, it might take the dancer a few minutes to work her way around the crowd, but eventually she would get to everyone. The way she interacted with me would determine whether or not I was willing to take her to the couch room. If she merely shook her ass at a distance and scooped up the money, she probably was no good at lap dances. If she gave some personal attention, it was a good sign, and the more attention she gave the better. If she got up close and personal, as much as the club would allow, she was on my radar for lap dances. This stage side attention was usually a pretty good meter for how good her dances would be, and couch/lap dances were where most of the girls made most of their money in most of the clubs, unless the club had a VIP. Even then, I would possibly progress to the VIP based on how good her lap dances were. The dancers tended to only make a few bucks when on stage, and this motivated them to provide good lap dances. This was the basic way it worked, even up to a few years ago.

Somewhere along the way, the rainmaking began. As best I can tell, it was started into fashion by people who had much more money to waste for nothing in return than the average strip club client. Pro athletes, rappers, and the like, showering the stage dancer with literally stacks of ones, perhaps hundreds of dollars at once, began a fad. A set of strip club clients, attempting to emulate the famous, followed suit. We have all seen it. An average Joe walking up to the stage and throwing a pile of ones, or dripping them on the dancer as she does her stage set, and then walking away attempting to appear disinterested, as if to convince the dancer and other attendees that they were wealthy beyond caring. The fact is that many of the people engaging in the buffoonery will likely spend the next week dodging the repo man, of trying to scrape up enough money to get their phone turned back on. This is what has nearly ruined lap dances at most of the clubs in my region. If a dancer can make hundreds of dollars in a few minutes merely for walking around the stage, with no contact required, why would she allow two way contact and some good grinding for twenty or twenty five dollars in a couch room? As with most people who patronize strip clubs, I am not rich. I am not poor either, but I do prefer to get something for my money. With the dancer sitting back in the dressing room counting her hundred plus for nearly nothing, there is simply less and less chance she will be motivated to work the room, and if she does she will be more likely to expect to be paid twenty or more dollars per song for an air dance.

The high contact lap dance is certainly not completely extinct, yet. However, it has definitely become an endangered species. I am sure that in larger, more competitive environs, they would be easier to find than in an area of smaller cities. The conclusion in my eyes is inescapable however. The rainmakers are killing the lapdance, and I wish they would stop.