Adult industry Convention for Strip Club and Topless Club Owners

Tonight is the Pure Talent feature showcase at Club Sapphires. I am to shoot sixteen feature entertainers although Carrie Bare, one of my all time favorites will not perform due to temporary injury. But I do manage to get a series of shots of Carrie on one of the two large three wheeler motorcycles in front of the Pure Talent arena. Another girl I shoot on one of the motorcycles, this one a new feature with Pure Talent I�ve never met before, is Bailey Rae, who for some reason I take an instant liking to. As for Carrie Bare, what more is there to say about her other than she's getting better looking each time I see her while progressing into an even better feature performer.

Not having Carrie perform at the feature showcase borders on tragedy. At Club Sapphires Pure Talent�s given me a written order of appearance for the sixteen features scheduled to perform. My second piece of bad news is Bailey, who is on this schedule but has become too sick to perform.

The club is huge. Nevertheless, the room in which the showcase is being held is overstuffed with people, with all the feature entertainers from our crowd being there, most of whom are not doing the showcase along with all the club owners and miscellaneous other adult professionals who swell the room's audience to more than several hundred. I manage to get great position right on top of the stage over towards the left side. At first glance this is a bad location to take pictures from since it is off center, thus not offering a direct centerline front side shooting angle. Most photographers are kneeling or sitting here, in the center where they will be getting in each others way or directly in front of a good portion of the audience. They will be self conscious of standing or sitting high in front of people, which is not conducive to good shooting I decide.

My choice of a shooting position turn out to be a great decision since much of the time the features will be turning in my direction. I have lots of room to spare, and can even rest my elbows on the stage to steady my camera. It doesn't get any better than this. But it�s Tori Blake, a feature now living in Las Vegas, who is the first to molest me. As I stand in front of her concentrating on taking pictures, she, uh, well, you know, she molests me as she would a customer sitting at her stage. Later on in the showcase, Lovette will also try me out as a human prop.

With Bailey Rae not performing there's still fifteen feature entertainers to shoot, with each feature doing three different sets. It is nearly 2 a.m. before the showcase is over, and I haven't had a single beer all night. I have  to give credit where its due. I didn not  see Club Sapphires shut a single photographer down or ask for his credentials whereas last year Club Jaguars only let several of us shoot pictures. Jaguars had told one of my best friends, even though he was shooting with an expensive state of the art digital SLR and paid over $300 to attend the convention, to park his camera. And here at Club Sapphires, most of the audience had a clear unrestricted view of the feature performances on stage, unlike what they had to put up with last year at Jaguars which had a huge staircase going up to the clubs second floor, which although way cool, obscured the stage from most of the audience, a stupid and expensive architectural miscalculation.

Moreover, the dressing room for the features was spacious and comfortable which would have meant lots of room for my laptop and extension cords had I decided to set up my digital darkroom here in this club. Whether or not Club Sapphires can make good on its boast of being the largest club in Las Vegas remains to be proven, but I will give it high commendation for making us feel welcome and providing comfortable surroundings.

So far I had been a Saint, so now that is was 2 a.m. and I had taken my last picture, it was time to drink. Which mean all go back to the Orchid Bar at Mandalay Bay. This was our unofficial meeting area since sooner or later practically everyone was bound to show up there if only for a few minutes.

Carrie Bare was one of the first conventioneers I saw as soon as we got to the bar. Carrie is a woman for all seasons and all reasons for not only is she a great entertainer and a terrific model and got the cutest little figure, she�s also so likeable yo wuuld want her for a drinking companion even if she was a guy. Outspoken and honest, Carrie�s the supreme cutup who will remind you of the practical joker back in High School. For a few minutes some of the guys are here in the bar from Xtreme Magazine� in which I averaged two articles a month for something like four years. Our crowd is soon joined by Tori Blake and, Vivian West, a new Pure Talent feature who will remind you of the girl next door.

With us is a guy from the St Louis area who lives not far from me who I had never met before this convention. I am like a man dying of thirst out on the Sahara Desert being offered water for the first time in days. The beer goes down fast and smoothly. Like a bad dream our bar closes down, but like nearly everything in Las Vegas, therïs another one to replace it. Our new drinking establishment is within a couple hundred yards of the Orchid Bar. What time we left the Orchid Bar and what time we arrived at the new place is anyone's guess, but by this time everyoneï has eserted us except for Vivian and Tori.

I suppose we could have gone club crawling after the showcase. Instead we wound up cutting up and drinking with a couple feature entertainers until 6:30 a.m. Tori and I had a lot to talk about since she had been at a number of Pure Talent showcases I had shot all over the United States. Down in Mobile, Alabama my roommate and I had driven Tori and her sister to the owner of the Candy Store�s place where I took pictures of three features including Tori for the Xtreme Weapons calendar. But I didn't care for Toriïs outfit she wore for that shoot, and we had decided together that we would reshoot the pictures, and nearly did months later at Big Alïs in Peoria.

Tori had been one of several new Pure Talent girls the year even before that at Big Als. Big Al had wound up having two Pure Talent feature showcases. Both Tori and the other girl were then from Reno, and both of them showed a lot of dancing potential, especially for newcomers. They had been equally friendly and each of them had a certain wholesomeness about her that is very rare for a profession in which women typically take off their clothes.

For almost a year after meeting Tori and the other new girl I never saw the other girl again, whereas I did see a fair amount of Tori, who had became one of my favorite features on the circuit. And then, last year, at the Exotic Dancer Expo over at Caesars I ran into the other new girl.

She was first and foremost an avid snow-boarder, who was now living in Lake Tahoe. I suppose you might call her a ski bum since she practically lived to enjoy the snow clad slopes. She stripped to pay her bills and had decided to try her hand at feature entertaining for which she seemed to be well qualified for being as good a dancer and as great looking as she was. But the mountains won out in the end. Her snow-boarding commitments won out over the feature showcases Pure Talent was having and the various pageants and contests in which features keep winning the all important titles that help them advance their careers.

She had come to Las Vegas to see her friend Tori, who got caught up with all her talent agency commitments with her booth, feature showcase over at Jaguars, and the necessity to network among the movers and shakers at the convention. Dressed in blue jeans and wearing a Greek fisherman�s hat, Adina Winters looked part waif and part hippy. Certainly not a feature entertainer or even a house dancer. We wound up having dinner together that night and then Adina went out drinking with me. Which meant her sitting patiently next to me as I drank round after round with the others sitting around us.

Adina did not drink. In fact, she didn't even eat meat. She ïs a health fanatic who keeps herself in magnificent shape, who eats Veggie sandwiches, oatmeal and other things that are good for you while sipping green herbal tea.

Two months later she would fly out to the St. Louis Metro East to do photo shoots with me. We wound up rooming together at the next feature showcase at Big Als. She's the most unlikely stripper you would ever meet, a complete maverick, who's managed to keep the same phone number for over four years now, and who hasn't  changed her e-mail address in years. But all of this is meant for another story at another time.

But tonight, I would wind up turning an eager ear to Tori Blake, Adinas friend while Tori would prove to be a rapt listener. Tori would wind up taking me back to the Luxor at 6:30 a.m. After all, she lives in Vegas unlike the other features, and being as nice as she is, she was eager to save me the walk.

And that's just it, you wind up meeting so many nice people at these conventions, although some of them dance without clothing on whereas others such as myself are beadee eyed photographers who in the public eye are no doubt having orgies all the time. Then there are those devil incarnate club owners out spreading the perversion it is my job to write about.

Let 's see....if it was not for Exotic Dancers annual expos, Jim Hayak would probably never have met his wife, Anne Marie, and Pure Talent wouldn't be what it is today. And I would never have become friends with the owners of this agency, and because of that I probably wouldn't be shooting pictures of and writing articles about top stars such as Aspen Reign and K.C. Cannons. I wouldn't  have met Vic Robinson then G.M. over at Maximus who hired me to shoot three of its pageants or Big Daddy, owner of Big Daddys cabaret who first hired me to shoot his club at this convention a couple of years ago. I wouldn't have met the people who run Xtreme Magazine for which I wrote over fifty magazine articles. And I never would have met Sam Stimmel, owner of Stimmelators up in Indiana, whose guest I have been on numerous occasions.

And it was just outside the seminar room doors that I introduced Big Daddy to Big Mike, the general manager of the Lumberyard up in Des Moines. And just several weeks later Big Daddy and Big Mike were running their first S.P.E.W. wrestling match pitting a group of Iowa dancers against Big Daddy's Missouri girls. Until then the Big Daddys girls had been wrestling servicemen from the nearby base at Fort Leonard Wood each weekend. Now S.P.E.W. boasts having its own video for sale along with two other clubs in the S.P.E.W. network with surely others to follow.

Let us never forget about all those we have met at these expos and how much our opinions have been formulated by the things we have learned there. Nevertheless....I see sprouting what could very well be the seeds of the destruction of everything that Exotic Dancer has so carefully built up.

Take the price of the rooms themselves. To stay at Mandalay Bay at this convention costs something like 128 bucks. Yet at the exact same time the convention was going on, I received a special price offer from Orbitz Travel of $121.00. Which is still way too much since a number of us stayed next door for $79.00 at the Luxor, a luxury hotel and casino, which although Mandalay Bay Corporation claims is not as high end as Mandalay Bay, which I feel offers accommodations equal to or superior to what we would have had at Mandalay Bay.

Now there are three kinds of club owners who are being offered that $128.00 price. The first is the kind for whom cost is no object. The second is the kind who can easily afford it, but who hates getting ripped off, and who appreciates a good bargain when he gets one. The third is the kind who either feels he cannot afford it or who feels he has a lot of better things to spend his money on.

Consider also that a clubowner is often paying for several rooms each night since he might easily have his entourage along, starting with his wife or girlfriend, then a manager or two, possibly one or more of his club dancers and so on. It was just a handful of years back that I was footing the bill for two dancers representing my booth in addition to my web site designer and a club manager friend of mine all of which left me liable to paying for three rooms. And what about the feature entertainers? Does one really think they relish paying $128.00 a night for their hotel rooms?

And as if isn't bad enough, what about the Awards ceremony. Last year it cost $89 to attend but at least you were fed at the ceremony even though one feature entertainer friend of mine commented:  It was not even worth one dollar, let alone $89.00 for that terrible food. And this year when I called to tell her that food was not even included but that everyone was still being charged $89.00 she was really horrified.

I didn't go. Instead, my roommate and I had the buffet at Mandalay Bay for something like 23 bucks where we ate all the crab we could eat along with our choice from among over 100 other selections.

I believe that Exotic Dancer is currently sending out signals that it is no longer on the  side of the club owner, or of the feature entertainer, or of most other adult industry professionals for that matter. It is essential that Exotic Dancer be viewed as by most club owners and other industry professionals including feature entertainers as being on their side and going to bat for them. Certainly endorsing a hotel that charges $128 a night for a room will not be construed by most as acting in their best interests. Admittedly the Luxor at $79 a room does not offer convention facilities. But the Luxor and Mandalay Bay are both Mandalay Bay properties and lie next door to each other. I would think an accommodation could be made in which the conventioneers are offered rooms at the Luxor while still being able to enjoy the convention facilities over at its sister hotel, Mandalay Bay.

And if Mandalay Bay Corporation is not willing to make this type of arrangement with Exotic Dancer, so what? There are plenty of other places to go besides here. For instance, rooms go for around 75 bucks at the Flamingo across the street from Caesars Palace. Etc.

Tuesday

Every night I went to dinner with a club owner friend of mine. We discussed the high price of Mandalay Bay�s rooms. The club owner suggested: "Why doesn�t Exotic Dancer host its convention again at Palace Station? Everything is perfectly adequate there."

It is boring I told my club owner friend. Every year it is the same old thing. They always have this thing in Vegas. I don't gamble. You don't gamble and most club owners I know don't gamble. And the past three out of four years they have  had this thing at Mandalay Bay. I don't care how good a thing is, if you do it often enough it gets boring. People are going to lose interest in these conventions. Why not go back to Reno? Have the convention there for a year, then somewhere else, say San Francisco?

Bingo. Lake Tahoe. Some people think it is he ski paradise of the world. Others say it's Sun Valley, or Vail, or Aspen, but it is right up there. And there is that awfully blue lake and Casinos. Beautiful natural surroundings.

They need to bring back the excitement, I continued. And make you club owners think they are getting the best deals for you. Make you think they are operating in your best interest.

So I called Adina Winters the other night. She lives in Tahoe. �I work in Reno,� she told me. �And they have some incredible hotel deals there. I once stayed in a suite for something really dirt cheap like 18 dollars a night. And Tahoe would be a great place to host a convention. There�s all kinds of great natural scenery where you can shoot totally nude in my area.

I checked room rates for the Palace Station Hotel in Las Vegas. On Wednesday, September 15th, I was quoted $39.95 and $59.95 depending on if one wanted to stay in the Tower or the Courtyard. I also checked the web site for Harrah's in Lake Tahoe which offers 20,000 square feet of convention facilities with rooms going for $81.75. I would think Exotic Dancer could better this price by getting blocks of 200 or more rooms.

So here is my panaceas for revitalizing Exotic Dancer's series of annual expos. 1. Restore the confidence of club owners and other adult industry professionals that Exotic Dancer is operating in their best interests and that they are being listened to. This means stop booking its conventions at the highest priced hotels. And put the awards show into an all inclusive package at $319 or whatever so that all key events are offered to everyone paying the entry fee to the convention. Failure to do so sends a clear message. We are raping you. Put a spirit of adventure back into your Expos by offering it in different hotels in as many different exciting cities as possible so that each year people are going to wonder:  Where are we going next year? Failure to do this is like offering canned tuna for lunch 365 days out of the year. 3. Make every effort to gain and to continue to maintain the respect of the industry by listening to your constituents as possible. Lastly.....and most important...DO NOT THINK I�m not a friend of Exotic Dancer, what it has been trying to achieve, and what it has already done to bring this industry together. Without it, there would be a huge vacuum and really not nearly as much to look forward to each year. For it to cease to exist or even to go into a long downward spiral would be an event of great sadness for us all. What I am urging is a reestablishment of what can be accomplished and the inner dynamics of something that is fundamentally good, that is constantly striving for new methods to improve itself.

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