Steve5511
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Bobby Heart was his real name. Though it sounded like a name made up for his business, it was his true family name. And his true family business. His mother, the famous Cherri Heart, started out as a 19 year old dancer and after some wise investments, owned the club she worked in. Bobby grew up in the club, in every way possible. All the other girls would take care of him when his mom was on stage. when he was 10 he would run onto the stage to collect the clothes the previous act would leave out there. After returning from college with a business degree, Bobby would bring the club to heights few had seen. It was no longer the strip/bar it started out as. It was now among the top clubs in the country. Many dancers went on from here to star in the exotic shows of Vegas and Paris. And Bobby knew all the secrets and had the connections to get them there.
At 6ft 2 and about 210 lbs, his looks weren't that bad. But it was his eye for talent that drew the women to him. He could tell right away if a woman had what it takes to be a star in the exotic dancing world. There was a difference between a star attraction and a whore. Bobby knew how to make both.
By now the club almost ran itself. Bobby's mother had retired and due to the success of the club she could travel and enjoy her life. Business school had taught him to surround yourself with good people and he did just that. His books were handled by a Columbia grad and the club manager had worked at the top hotels in Vegas. All was being taken care of but Bobby was still the boss. His word was law and he was respected by all. Most nights before it got busy, Bobby would spend some quiet time in the diner acrossed the street. Sitting in his booth sipping his coffee and reading the paper. The quiet before the storm.
At 6ft 2 and about 210 lbs, his looks weren't that bad. But it was his eye for talent that drew the women to him. He could tell right away if a woman had what it takes to be a star in the exotic dancing world. There was a difference between a star attraction and a whore. Bobby knew how to make both.
By now the club almost ran itself. Bobby's mother had retired and due to the success of the club she could travel and enjoy her life. Business school had taught him to surround yourself with good people and he did just that. His books were handled by a Columbia grad and the club manager had worked at the top hotels in Vegas. All was being taken care of but Bobby was still the boss. His word was law and he was respected by all. Most nights before it got busy, Bobby would spend some quiet time in the diner acrossed the street. Sitting in his booth sipping his coffee and reading the paper. The quiet before the storm.