I have a job that would make most men green with envy (pardon the expression-it is St.Patrick’s Day). But seriously, i am a cocktail server at one of the best clubs in America and the things i see- most men only dream of.

Yes, I am in the entertainment industry, but more often than not, i am the one being entertained. Whether it’s noticing one of our beautiful bartender’s laying across the bar having whipped cream licked off of her scantly clad body or one of our shot girls deep throating a shot vile to remove it from some mesmorized person’s lips. And as far as our guests go- they don’t seem to pay much attention to the drinks that i bring. They are always preoccupied with the handful(s) of boobs surrounding them.

The luckiest guy in the whole entire club seems to be the one whose own St.Patrick’s lady has accompanied him to our club. He is all smiles as he sits in VIP: enjoying a premium bottle of champagne, surrounded by strawberries, whipped cream, and ladies more beautiful than in his wildest dreams. It never fails though. Before long he is speechless as he watches his lady so wrapped with one (or more) of our voluptuous girls all over her, that she forgets there is any man around. The entertainers usually get so intoxicated with the girl on girl action that they too ignore him but if he’s really smart, he has grabbed a few more beautiful bombshells for himself. If not- at least he has a lot to vividly dream about tonight. I keep this short so that you too will come visit us and bring your fantasy’s to life.

I don’t want to spill the beans on anyone, but I know someone’s having a threesome tonight!  Earlier in my evening at Club Paradise I met a husband, his wife, and his wife’s best friend.  My girlfriend Erin and I decided to take them into our Crystal Room and pop a few bottles of Champagne to get the party started.

Boy did the party start!!  This was one crazy party!  First Erin and I danced for the wife and her best friend which was fun because Erin and I are also great friends.  Then things got a little out of control when the wife and her best friend started kissing!  Erin and I didn’t want to be shown up so we started dancing a little more risqué with each other as well.  The whole time we forgot about the poor husband!  Haha!  Of course he didn’t mind because he was getting a mind-blowing show.

By the time we were on our third bottle of Champagne there was a lot of kissing and touching on the couch!  The husband had made his way in between his wife and her best friend and they were taking turns kissing each other – now Erin and I were enjoying our show!  This might be the luckiest man on earth, he got to be with his wife and her best friend while two naked strippers danced – it doesn’t get better than that!

When they could no longer contain themselves we called our house limo to take them back to their hotel room to finish their party privately.  From what I heard, the limo driver got an amazing show as well!
Thanks for the awesome party guys!

I found myself at CPs, again. I was hoping to be disappointed so I wouldn’t stay all night. I work. I have a day job. I have to get home early so I can sleep, wake refreshed and be productive at my workplace. Thanks to CP I was late. It’s not my fault! The girls are hot. And I’m only human. Should I be faulted for my addiction to hotness? I did mention how hot the girls are right. I arrived at a reasonable time, but somehow the sun awoke before I went to bed. I know I’m not the only one who suffers from CP-itis. There were at least five other tables in the VIP room that were whipping out their sunglasses when they left. Why am I complaining. If I got the sickness, I’ll just keep rushing to get the cure…and I’ll bring a pillow. Did I mention how hot the girls are?

I have wanted to write a blog on my favorite website here for quite some time, now, but I have been intimidated by some of the more colorful blogs that came before mine. I am a cashier at the front door so I miss out on some of the best stuff. I do have some stories, though. To me they’re more funny than sexy, but definitely worth telling.  A couple of weeks ago, Kyle “KG” Gass who, together with Jack Black, makes up the band Tenacious D, came by the club and was very entertaining to say the least. Our DJ is a Tenacious D fan and played their song “Pick of Destiny” for KG along with the video, which was playing on all of our 5 giant projection screens, as well as all of our many flat screen TV’s around the club. KJ (not wanting to let our DJ down, of course) worked himself into a fantastic frenzy and leaped onto our main stage and started mimicking the Kyle Gass on the video. Also dancing on our stage was Linzey who thought he was some maniac trying to attack her! She started to scramble off the stage until she noticed that this poor, crazed man did not, in fact, want to cause her bodily injury… he simply wanted to ROCK.

I’ll tell you what, seeing KG gyrate while rocking out on his air guitar was a life changing event. I will never imaginary rock out the same again. The reflection of the light off his shiny head as he thrashed around like he was having a seizure was absolutely breathtaking. Eventually things took a bad turn as the only natural reaction to being on our beautiful main stage consumed even the great Kyle Gass… he began to take his clothes off. The last thing I remember before I passed out was some of our lovely ladies hauling this magnificent creature off the stage and into the VIP room to return the favor, I’m sure. It was pure awesomeness… squared. I was a Tenacious D fan before “The Kyle Gass Experience” (as I have since dubbed it) but I have since gained a new respect for KG… dare I call it awe? On top of being a ballsy bastard who I adore, he also had the extreme good taste to call Club Paradise his favorite gentlemen’s club around. All I can say to that is word, Kyle Gass, word.