Are you sick of strip clubs that lack sophistication and taste? Do you want to go to a place where you can pay for lap dances from girls who really (no, really!) like you? Are you craving Italian? Today’s your lucky day.
It’s Thursday night at the dimly lit Financial District club Quest, and a 29-year-old male investment banker and a 22-year-old gallery girl in a short, tight sweater dress exchange flirtatious banter. Her favorite artist is Picasso. He’s always had a fondness for the Midwest, where she grew up. “You’re a good egg,” the banker says. “You’re a good egg, too,” she responds with a coy smile. They get another round, while dudes in crew-neck sweaters awkwardly linger by the bar, shelling out $18 a drink, and a group of girls dance by themselves in a circle to Rihanna’s “S&M,” some with plates of baked ziti in hand.
Fifteen minutes later, the young man finally musters the courage to ask her for a dance. “Sure,” she says. “It’s $20 a song.” He nods assent, and she grabs his hand and leads him to a back room. There, dozens of guys are seated thigh-to-thigh on three long rows of red banquettes, while nearly nude girls in their early 20s gyrate atop them, the men groping with wild abandon. Welcome to Saint Venus Theater — a roving amateur strip club that caters mainly to young finance guys looking for a less tacky, more girl-next-door stripping experience. Launched in 2009 by a man known to his employees as “Rob S.,” a mysterious character who favors a top hat and long ponytail, Saint Venus started off as a members-only, application-based strip den for a small group of Rob’s financier friends. Since then, it has grown, largely by word-of-mouth among its high-spending and attractive clientele, as a much-whispered-about alternative to the typically trashy strip club.
Whereas at a typically trashy strip club, the ladies appear to be in it solely for the cash, at Saint Venus, patrons get the sense the girls they’re financially compensating for their time actually want to be there and would stick around even if they weren’t getting paid.1 Read more »
Clawbacks, deferred compensation, layoffs timed to occur days before bonuses are paid, not to mention lectures re: not buying clients a couple dozen lap dances because it’s a day ending in ‘y’ hurt them too, y’know. Read more »
Until recently, when a London-based financial services employee got off work and had a special kind of hankering to get off with multiple ladies while taking in some well-known monuments like Big Ben, he need look no further than Whites Gentlemen’s Club. Apparently WGC offered “chauffeured sight-seeing tours around London’s top attractions [and] offered full sex with two busty hookers and champagne while on board,” for the price of £850/hour. Well no longer. After a sting operation that for some reason took two months, the authorities have shut the business down. Read more »
An online review from Ratemyprofessor.com says Rappaport is an “Extremely strange man. Loves gambling, horse racing, and strip joints. Talks about all of the above all the time.” [BI, earlier]
As you’ve probably experienced first-hand, Bloomberg runs a pretty full service help desk. In need of guidance? Bored? Horny? Log right on– that’s what they’re there for. Associates have been known to make restaurant recommendations, play rousing games of Hang Man, do entire large scale projects if one is able to thoroughly exasperate them by pretending to be a hopeless imbecile long enough (…try it), or just provide a sounding board for you to talk shit about your ex-boyfriend. So the news that a mere query re: strip clubs is apparently too much for their Victorian sensibilities is distressing to say the least. Read more »
As you may recall, a couple months back, a managing director at UBS was pulled over in Connecticut and charged with a DUI (he also had an unlicensed firearm on him, for good measure). At the time, the man for some reason felt compelled to tell the cops that a) he worked in the financial services industry and b) he was coming from Beamers Cafe, Stamford’s premier strip club. As I read the story, a coupla things became clear to me: 1) that guy likes to party and 2) that the cultural relevance of this institution to Wall Street North could no longer be ignored. You may also recall that I proceeded to announce a DealBreaker Field Trip to said establishment, and invited some people from CNBC to come with. The field trip is still on. However, I decided I couldn’t just take you a strip club without scouting the location first and having an idea as to what we could expect, you know? Rather, performing some on-site due diligence ahead of time was necessary. Last night, I did just that. Read more »
Time was, if you were an exotic dancer, your customers probably wouldn’t have thanked you for that lap dance you so deftly performed. Ingrates, the lot of them, but what could you do? But now? That things aren’t so happy snappy? Strippers are finally getting appreciated for the hard work they do, at least according to one gal named “Bubbles.” Read more »
And more! Oh yes, Jordan Wimmer has a whole host of grievances to air in the direction of her former boss, Nomos Capital founder Mark Lowe, and she’s doing so in a lawsuit seeking £4 million. First off, Wimmer does not care much more Lowe’s Asian fetish, his lack of creativity when it came to nicknames, or his lax attitude about background checks in hiring personnel (which is sort of seems like a baseless claim, as I think you’ll see Lowe did plenty of “background” checking before coming to an informed decision about the hiree in question):
Miss Wimmer claimed Mr Lowe, a married father of two with a reputed £100million fortune, had a penchant for Asian women…Oxford-educated Mr Lowe, she said, once allegedly employed an Oriental member of staff ‘because he had taken a fancy to her in the airport queue’. Miss Wimmer, who worked for Mr Lowe for five years, said she was part of a three-woman team at Mr Lowe’s firm Nomos Capital that he called ‘Mark’s Angels’. She said he took his inspiration from the film Charlie’s Angels – she was blonde, while her colleagues were brunette and of Chinese origin.
Would she have been more or less incensed by being dubbed the ‘Wet Bandits’? Unclear. Moving on, Wims says she also wasn’t too keen on the boss’s pick-up lines:
She claimed Mr Lowe…told her he did not find her attractive. However, she said he would still ‘invade her space’ and tried to kiss her at a hotel in Milan.
Or the blonde jokes:
She said that Mr Lowe made derogatory ‘dumb blonde’ comments and would email ‘a series of offensive jokes’ to the whole team at Nomos. ‘They portrayed women, particularly blonde women, as objects and having no intelligence.’
Or the prosties:
Miss Wimmer said her boss used the services of ‘high class prostitutes’ who he brought to business meetings. Describing one meeting in Hong Kong, she said: ‘Ling wore hot-pants that barely covered her buttocks, stilettos and no stockings.’
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