Sex Industry Recession Resistant!

CHICAGO - As a bartender and trainer at a national restaurant chain, Rebecca Brown earned a couple thousand dollars in a really good week. Now, as a dancer at Chicago's Pink Monkey gentleman's club, she makes almost that much in one good night.

The tough job market is prompting a growing number of women across the country to dance in strip clubs, appear in adult movies or pose for magazines like Hustler.

Employers across the adult entertainment industry say they're seeing an influx of applications from women who, like Brown, are attracted by the promise of flexible schedules and fast cash. Many have college degrees and held white-collar jobs until the economy soured.

"You're seeing a lot more beautiful women who are eligible to do so many other things," said Gus Poulos, general manager of New York City's Sin City gentleman's club. He said he got 85 responses in just one day to a recent job posting on Craigslist.

The transition to the nightclub scene isn't always a smooth one - from learning to dance in 13-centimetre heels to dealing with the jeers of some customers.

Some performers said they were initially so nervous that only alcohol could calm their nerves.

"It is like giving a speech, but instead of imagining everyone naked, you're the one who's naked," Brown, 29, said.

Eva Stone, a 25-year-old dancer at the Pink Monkey, said dealing with occasional verbal abuse from patrons requires "a thick skin."

Makers of adult films cautioned that women shouldn't rush into the decision to make adult movies without considering the effect on their lives.

"Once you decide to be an adult actress, it impacts your relationship with everyone," said Steven Hirsch, co-chairman of adult film giant Vivid Entertainment Group. "Once you make an adult film, it never goes away."

The women at the Pink Monkey say dancing at a strip club might not have been their first career choice, but they entered the business with their eyes wide open. The job gives them more control and flexibility than sitting in a cubicle, and "it's easy, it's fun and all of us girls ... look out for each other," Brown said.

In this economy, "desperate measures are becoming far more acceptable," said Jonathan Alpert, a New York City-based psychotherapist who's had clients who worked in adult entertainment.

For some, dancing is temporary, a way to pay for college loans or other bills. Others say they've found their niche.

Dancers at the upscale Rick's Caberet clubs in New York City and Miami can make $100,000 to $300,000 a year - in cash - even with the economic downturn, club spokesman Allan Priaulx said.

Priaulx said 20 to 30 women a week are applying for jobs at the New York club, double the number of a year ago.

Still, analysts say, the industry isn't immune to the economic recession. Business is down an estimated 30 per cent across all segments, including adult films, gentleman's clubs, magazines and novelty shops, said Paul Fishbein, president of AVN Media Network, an adult entertainment company that has a widely distributed trade publication and an award show.

"In the past, people have said this industry is recession-proof," said Eric Wold, director of research for financial services firm Merriman Curhan Ford. "I definitely don't see that; maybe recession-resistant."

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Bedtime Story (written by a devoted client)

The day started like any other day but certainly ended with a twist. I prepared myself for work, not knowing what the day had in store. Although I smiled because I had an appointment to counsel a young man who claimed he was submissive – exactly the type of counseling I crave.



The day was a typical dank and wet winter day in the north US. I shivered in my winter jacket and hurried inside the clinic in which I have my office. Aside from my excitement for what I knew would be an entertaining session, the remainder of the day was one of those typical days filled with many boring meetings and administrative paperwork.



I have providing counseling for many years, I am British and educated in Canada. I am a sex therapist/counselor for the last twenty years. I specialize in unusual sexual behaviours such as fetishes (BDSM, Domination, submission, cuckolding, body worship, chastity), sexual identity (bi-sexuality, homosexuality, trans-gender, crossdressing, et cetera), excessive masturbation, erectile dysfunction in conjunction with various forms of impotence. American men seem to love the British accent. Although surprisingly I spend most of my time with impotence issues, I am a dominant bitch with a capital “B”!



I have been recognized as one of the best and brightest in my field and that is why I am in such demand for my counseling abilities. In additional, I own a small clinic associated with my counseling. I also believe in Female Superiority and all the employees, doctors, clinicians, and nurses are women. The clinic has been recognized as one of the best institutions of medical institutions for medical dysfunctional treatment and education worldwide.



Unbeknownst to my client, I knew about his submissive yearnings and his fetish for worshipping a woman’s boots. I particularly love having a male kneel and experience the humiliation of kneeling at My feet and worshipping My boots.



As a rule, women generally wear boots to work in the winter, particularly having to walk through the slush of a melting snow, et cetera. And this day was no exception. Having experienced a major snowfall several days earlier, the snow was starting to melt on this warm, dark day. Most women would wear the boots traveling to work and then when they reached their work station would change the boots to more common heels, et cetera.



It was time for his appointment. I decided to do a little test and took off my boots and placed them on my desk. They were gorgeous, black leather, stiletto heels. I went into the other room which had a one-way mirror to allow Me to observe his behaviour. My assistant brought him into my office and he sat with the boots in full sight.



Sneakily, he glanced around the office to see if he was being observed and he picked up My boots, and stuck one stiletto heel in his mouth. He then kissed the toe of the boot and the smile on his face was euphoric. Unbeknownst to him, I was standing in the door watching him caress and worship My boots. Suddenly, he turned and sensed My eyes drilling into his back. I said, “Is there something you want to tell me?” And, before he could answer, I said, “you didn’t ask permission to kiss my boots, did you – slave?”



The look on his face was priceless, mortified he stammered “what…what….do you mean Dr. Grace?” And I replied, “that is Goddess to you slave! If you don’t want me to file a sexual harassment suit against you or publicly flog you, and run to tell everybody in the building to humiliate you, you will become My slave. From now on, you will address Me as Goddess, understand slave?” Closing and locking the door, I, am now known to him as Goddess Grace, put on My boots, had him kneel at My feet and lick the soles of the boots. I then commanded him to lie on the floor and stood over him and lowered My boot onto his face. I then trampled him. I relished his humiliation! I truly am dominant and love to command males.



I looked at his crestfallen face and laughed aloud. “Why do you think you I accepted your appointment request, slave? Do you think it was because of your status in life? Ha! No, because our research showed that you were a slave at heart, and We knew that it would be only a matter of time to catch you in the act!” Goddess explained to him.



He was helpless and petrified that I would expose him. I then had him take off My boots, and massage My feet, lick and suck My toes. I was content because I knew despite his embarrassment and humiliation he was in ecstasy. I told him that from that day forward that he would be My foot and bootslave and worship and massage My feet each day. “slave, you better please Me or I will take out the hospital restraints and believe Me, you won’t be happy!”



We settled into a routine, My new slave would kneel and kiss My boots each day and that seemed to suffice. I enjoyed this interactive type of training….he was fulfilling his fantasy and I was fulfilling Mine. I informed him that he was to kneel and kiss every Lady’s boot that he saw while in the clinic. He gulped and responded, “yes, Goddess Grace!”



After worshipping one Doctor’s shoes, She turned to him, “Okay, slave get back to Dr. Grace, but understand something –Goddess Stanton is the inspiration behind this Clinic so don’t play Her. I am a sadistic Bitch so don’t give me cause to cause you great pain and anguish little man! You now belong to All of Us Ladies of this Institution and your suffering will be amusing for Us slaveboy! UNDERSTAND!!!”



I watched this with a smile knowing that My style of interactive counseling was going to be fun and be recognized as the standard for counseling in the future. Additionally, and to my absolute delight, I was going to have a stable of slaves to worship Me. Reading my new slave’s mind, I knew that he was thinking that he belonged to Me, Goddess Dr. Grace Stanton and My staff, I thought with a smile.

Waiting for my next client

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