A fun read about my life empowering, education and entertaining women while I was in the romance product business. (Selling toys...adult toys)
Friday, November 9, 2018
4 - No Stripper Policy
Policies and Procedures!
Boring stuff until someone breaks a rule....
At the end of each party I would set up an ordering room. One guest at a time would ome in in a private area or room of the hostesses home where guests could place order and TAKE HOME their toys because ladies, I carried STOCK!
At one point in my career, I had about $10k in stock that I brought to my parties. All you had to do was go by the convenience store, on the way home for batteries...unless you planned to steal them out of your remote or kids toys. In the ordering room, you could ask me anything. How the toys work, which one is good for you, anything. I once had a 20 year old ask me if she should lose her virginity. Trust me, I did not take that question lightly and we had a good long talk. I felt like her momma bear. I've also helped a few women keep their marriages interesting and sold a few products that would FINALLY give a woman the orgasm she deserved. Face it, we all work hard - there is nothing like a little pressure release!
Now, as a company policy, there were no men and no under 17 were allowed at parties. This even included babies. There is nothing that could ruin a girls night out more than a screaming baby. Granted they are cute and all but it's just not appropriate when you have vibrators in the room. Some guests wouldn't get that. So I just wouldn't do the party. I also had a stripper policy. See, toy parties make a perfect Bachlorette party but for some reason, hostesses wanted to include a stripper too. For me, if you had to have a stripper, he had to be DONE and GONE before I showed up or he could show up AFTER I was DONE and GONE. I didn't want to interfere with his show and I didn't want him interfering with my sales. Pretty simple, right?
Never seemed to happen the way I planned it.
Over the clothes and past the stripper......
I'll be honest, I'm not a big fan of strippers. They use too much cologne, are a little too shiny and you don't know where they've been. Nothing against them doing this for a business but it's just not for me. I've personally known strippers and if they have the balls to pull it off - more power to them! My hostesses couldn't understand that though. They are like, "You sell toys! You must LOVE strippers!" Tell me, what does one have to do with the other? Strippers won't give you orgasms....okay, so maybe they will...I don't know and I don't want to find out. He's basically a stranger that has dirty money down his pants! Yup! Your face just cringed. So did mine.
For this particular Bachlorette party, I thought I was in the clear. I had given my hostess explicit instructions and I had finished a bit early and was wrapping up the ordering room. I was going through the orders, determining what my hostess earned and then I heard it....the stripper music started (Bow chicka - wow- wow! ) and girls started screaming! "Take it off, Take it off!!" CRAP! I was in the back room and the stripper started his show on the other side of the door!
Scrambling, I threw everything in my bags as quickly as I could hoping to get out before anything came off. I opened the door and there he was...doing his thang! Butt cheeks swinging in the air! I had 3 HUGE duffle bags to drag out. I was perturbed and trapped. So I dragged them out......over his clothes...through the middle of his show. I don't know if he stopped stripping when I went past him, I'm not sure if he gave me a dirty look when I ran over his clothes, I just headed straight for the exit with my head down. Yelling thank you as I scooted out. I'm sure it didn't take long for them all to forget me; especially with hunka-hunka muscles taking his clothes off! I soon realized it didn't matter what you told the hostesses...things were going to happen anyway.
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