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July 24, 2009 - Stripping for ladies! More women go to strip clubs than ever…

A strip club in Miami Gardens attracts an unusually large-and unabashedly enthusiastic-female clientele

Dollar bills are falling, one after another, to the floor of the balcony VIP lounge at the King of Diamonds Gentlemen’s Club in Miami Gardens. It’s 2:30 a.m. on a recent Sunday and a nude stripper with blonde hair and a deep, bronze tan shakes her well-toned ass in the face of a generous patron who peels singles from a thick stack of bills and thrusts them in the air—or, in common parlance, “makes it rain.”The enthusiastic recipient of this lap dance isn’t a suit unwinding from a long workweek or a player showing status, but rather a beautiful, 23-year-old woman named Jazmine, a stripper at another Miami club whose broad-cheeked tropical beauty could easily stir a hundred men’s sexual fantasies. But on this night, she’s getting hers.

“I love women,” Jazmine says when asked about her lap dance. “Even when I’m working, I be lookin’ at bitches, and some of my best customers are women. I only have one girl here that I come to see, and that’s Twinkle.”

The vision of a woman throwing dollar bills and unabashedly exuding desire as a stripper bumps and grinds on her for a lap dance may strike those who don’t frequent strip clubs as strange. But the woman sitting a few seats down the VIP bar from the action and noshing on Buffalo wings doesn’t bat an eyelash.

Jazmine isn’t alone in her enthusiasm for the women at King of Diamonds. In fact, on a recent Saturday night, the warehouse-size venue was crawling with female customers. At least 50 percent of the clientele can rightfully claim to be members of the fairer sex. That women are going in droves to this strip club and others is a fact. The question is why.

STRIP CLUB OR NIGHTCLUB?

“Strip clubs are regular clubs now,” argues 30-year-old Latasha, a petite North Miami woman with long hair and big, brown eyes in True Religion jeans and a pink bustier. She would know a thing or two about clubs, as she regularly haunts Mansion, Spirits, Passion and other hot venues.

“Five years ago, it was more embarrassing for women to be in strip clubs,” she continues. “Women weren’t going to these places, but now, the women are welcome. They want the women here, and it’s nice here. It’s the same as a regular nightclub. The only difference is that there are naked women here.”

The opaque front doors at King of Diamonds open onto a dizzying spectacle of colored lights, undulating flesh and carousing men and women whose considered postures and fashion create the impression that what happens here on a Saturday night matters to them. The club is like one big dance floor with couples grinding, women projecting attitude and sexuality and men reaching out to touch the arms of unaccompanied women, a universal indication of interest.

The scene has all the trappings of a standard nightclub environment, save the prevalence of nude women. In one booth, four women bump and grind with a stripper. On one of the three-tiered staircases that dip toward the main performance floor, a naked dancer gives an upright lap dance to a man leaning against a railing.

“This place is huge. It’s an entertainment complex and it has every element of what a nightclub and strip club should have,” says Disco Rick, the Miami bass rapper and producer whose previous projects include Gucci Crew and the Dogs and who may be best known for the songs “Wiggle Wiggle” and “Crack Rock.” He also is the club’s marketing director, coordinator and occasional emcee. “You’ve got to have a lot of things going on in a place this big.”

It’s the baller effect, Disco Rick explains, that draws women to strip clubs such as King of Diamonds. “Everyone ends up here,” he says. “If a nightclub has no guys, the girls are going to go where the guys are—and the guys are going to see some pussy.”

On the club’s main floor, an African-American woman with long hair and thick, powerful legs set on sky-high red heels shakes her moneymaker in front of a group of women on a leather couch. The dancer’s tight abs and large breasts are jaw-dropping visions, as well, so it’s no surprise when Disco Rick says, “That’s the Body.”

“See all the tattoos?” he asks, indicating the dancer. “That’s what’s hot right now. It’s about the wild, crazy-looking, muscular girls with big asses. And they can move. They can dance.”

Disco Rick is an affable man wearing black pants, a black T-shirt, a backward baseball cap and a gold chain around his neck. He has observed a significant change among female customers at strip clubs. “They used to be like this,” he says, placing his hands over his eyes. “But it ain’t like that no more.” He stretches his arm with a girlish delicacy and says, “Now, they’re like, ‘Let me touch you.’”

THE SHOW

“The culture changed about three years ago,” a King of Diamonds stripper named Platinum says. “You used to have women coming in the club, but now it’s, like, crazy.”

On the main floor, women fill the tabletops and leather couches that surround two circular stages and one brightly lit stage in the center of the room. But these women aren’t shrinking violets. They are right there with the men, stuffing G-strings and watching in awe as a dancer backs up her booty to the edge of the stage and claps her cheeks just inches from their faces. Fountains of money emanate from the women and fan toward the stage.

At the main bar sits Jen, a striking, conservatively dressed woman with high cheekbones and haughty eyes. “I’ve been here four or five times,” she says. “Sometimes, I’ll get a table, but the dancing has to be slow and sensual. I don’t like all of that hip-hop bouncing.”

The Body is 23 years old and says she has been stripping her entire adult life. “There’s always been women coming to strip clubs,” she notes, “but it’s definitely escalated in the last few years. Sometimes, females spend more money than the males, and I would personally rather dance for a female than a male.

“I think that most of the girls who come in here are bisexual or full lesbians,” she says about the women who pay her for lap dances. “So there’s no faking about it.”

Charles “Pops” Young, King of Diamonds’ operations manager, says, “Our performances are more like a show. We don’t just hire strippers. We hire entertainers, and everybody looks at the stage.”

Attempting to back up this claim, the Body takes one of the two circular stages in the center of the room. She climbs the pole all the way to the top and then grabs the ceiling’s rafters and swings freely. She wraps one knee around the pole and juts her topless torso off to the side. She then flips upside-down and in one smooth motion slides down the pole. She lands in a handstand on the stage, kicks her legs over and does a full split. Once she comes up on her knees, she crab-walks across the stage to flaunt her genitals at those men and women who approach the stage. Dollar bills rain down, and a man in suit pants and a vest sweeps up her tips and puts them in a box.

The dancer known as Tip Drill is quite a different animal than the Body: lithe where the Body is firm; fast where the Body is slow and deliberate; natural where the Body appears enhanced. She scurries up the pole as Disco Rick yells into the mike, “Here comes the beast.” Before you can process the speed with which she climbs, Tip Drill is swinging from the ceiling beams and launching herself back onto the pole, where she flips upside down and flies down so fast you can’t help but fear that her head will smash onto the stage. After she makes a cartoonish stop at the bottom of the pole, the crowd cheers. She repeats the routine, but this time, she slides right-side up at top speed and, without slowing down, slams into a full split on the stage.

Once again, the air turns green.

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