At some point in between, I told her she could move into my house. She brought over her most prized possession, a black leather sofa type seat thing. But I changed my phone number before she could move in. I fucked another girl on her sofa, and then my dogs made it into their bed. So I thought why not throw some money at this sweet girl who has been waiting two years, and my dogs turned her most prized possession into a dog bed. So I sat down next to the Colombian girl. She said "You kept your promise, you came back." She immediately asked if I wanted to do a private booth dance, on the balcony in the front. I said okay. I might not talk to her again for another two years. $400 is not much money for a sweet girl over a four-year period, after your dogs ruin her sofa. She said it was $475 which was a little bit of a price shock. At the top of the stairs, she immediately handed the guy who guards the place the extra $75. I sat down in a private booth on the Club Madonna balcony with her. And before I could think what conversation to make, my dick was in her mouth. It is probably normal to beg a girl all night and get a blowjob. It is extremely unusual to get a blowjob when 5 seconds earlier you did not want or expect one, from a girl you hardly know, in a semi-public place. I don’t think any of the money she paid the balcony guard to look the other way, made it upstairs to the owner. He profited indirectly. A sexy Russian girl offered to give me a blowjob on the private-booth balcony around that time. I said I don’t like blowjobs, only actual sex. She said something like "I would love to fok you. But it's like then I have to fok him and him also." I thought she was being figurative as Russian girls often are, talking about customers. It made no sense she would have to fuck other customers. I thought that was just her way of saying no, as I expected. I realize today, she was most likely talking specifically about the two strip-club employees, who were at that moment watching us. By 2011, the last time I was in Club Madonna, you could see girls having sex with guys in the private-booth balcony all the time. I heard stories. There was an ugly thirtyish girl who had three kids and looked it with stretch marks. She had crazy hustle. She never even tried to talk to me. But guys who came into town with their own three kids saw her as the freaky cheating version of their own wives. She was in their league. She tricked them out of $3k $4k $5k $6k on the private booth balcony, hoping for sex. Finally, when the guys were so angry they were ready to call the police, or come back with a gun, she would pay one of the hookers with less people skills $lk to come fuck the guy. The hookers were better looking anyway. It wasn’t just Club Madonna. My regular girl at Solid Gold Broward got a new boyfriend who started tracking her every minute. There was no way she could sneak out to my house. She promised we could do the same thing we did at my house, inside the private room at Solid Gold. I saw a girl sitting in a dark comer at Dean's Gold who I know was a hooker, because she was my neighbor in South Beach. A girl at Tootsie told me her best friend gave her sugar daddy a bare blowjob in the Tootsie private room, and became her ex-best friend. A girl asked me for rent money after she had sex with a guy in the private room at Gold Rush, and the manager grabbed all her money and fired her. None of those places ever had any legal trouble so far as I know. The only times I ever heard of anyone getting legal trouble was when the dreamy hookers at Cheetah Hallandale were screwing guys right in the open around 2008 (the same ones who beat down my Russian friend in the locker room her first day), some girls at Wonderland Miami who touched guys' dicks through their pants or something (I am not sure it was even a normal strip club at the time), and Mulrenin at Rachel’s. What was different? How does Club Madonna run a sex factory right in the middle of Washington Avenue in South Beach without consequence, and another place a girl gets arrested when a guy licks her nipple? My best guess is two ingredients put a strip club in position to have bad luck with the law: 1) The corruption has to go to the top, the highest manager on site has to be profiting from it, and 2) Someone has to be an asshole or make enemies. I have known people who survived a lifetime in crime. They had a common survival trait: They were pathetic and dorky and overweight. They stayed loyal to one wife who was ugly, like Bernie Madoff. None of the people in their inner circle, or even the next level of people they did business with, ever felt provoked to take them down. It takes II-29