Wonder no more because yours truly took one for the team last Thursday, when the Chippendales “50 Shades of Men” show descended on Stanford’s in the wilds of KCK.
It was a first for me, although who hasn’t wondered what it might be like to take the measure of such an event? You know, and be like the only halfway normal dude in the joint. When the Chips hit Stanford’s last year it was a Grade A wilding, Stanford’s owner Craig Glazer said.
“Having security this time really helps,” Glazer says. “Having these guards here really helps. I didn’t have security last time and the girls just ran over us. You know, we had 300 girls and we’d never done an all-girl crowd before. I didn’t know how it was supposed to go.”
“The worst thing that happened was one of the girls – a third of them were kind of in over their heads drinking – and one girl came into my office and thought it was the bathroom and peed all over my floor,” Glazer says. “She was cute, too. I was sitting here and the door was locked and she came in and said, ‘I just can’t hold it’ and she just went. It looked like a pony the stream was so powerful.”
In today’s economy though, a sold out night is a sold out night.
“The good thing about it is we do it on a weekday, it’s harmless and we make a lot of money,” Glazer says. “We turn a weekday into a Saturday.”
Here’s how it goes down:
“They have seven guys that line up on both sides of the stage and they have the women come up,” Glazer says. “And the more they pay, they get more toward the front of the line and the majority of the women go through. The guys do table dances, too, but the big money is the lap dances on stage. They’ll probably take in $5,000 to $6,000 tonight.”
“Not that I would see,” Glazer says. “But you know, there’s this silly rumor that all male strippers are gay, but all the guys I talked to are straight. And these guys are pros; they’re very careful and god forbid that some married chick would say something like, ‘He raped me.’ They told me their biggest fear is getting an accusation like that.”
Fanning out amongst the crowd I blended in seamlessly among the bare-butted, jeans and underwear dropping Chippendales as they worked the crowd hard – on stage and off, girl by girl as the lights dimmed to more – shall we say – discreet levels.
“The women are outrageous, not the dancers,” said one female staffer who asked not to be named. “They try to disrobe our staff members and some of the Chippendales come out of there with scratches down their backs.”
“One girl was so drunk last time she did a headers into a file cabinet and then she walked out on the patio and started making out with Craig’s brother Jeff in front of her boyfriend,” a Stanford’s manager said. “And he was like, ‘It’s okay man, I’m John.”