If it was a slow night, they’d pass the time by paying girls to make out with them (and more) in the back rooms. 38 tucked in a holster under an Armani jacket, were, with few exceptions, arrogant and lecherous. The managers, most of them ex-cops with a. Like many of its customers, Scores woke up the next morning, broke, hung over, with everything looking a lot less pretty.Įven during the flush days, I saw the vulgarity and stupidity that would lead to its demise. Shuttered since April, real-estate broker Alex Picken of Picken Real Estate told The Post that the building – up for sale for $40 million – may have a buyer who would split the building into commercial space and a strip club, perhaps with a new name. Scores West, by the Hudson on West 28th Street, had its liquor license pulled after four strippers and two managers were charged in a prostitution sting early this year. I have mixed feelings as I watch the Scores empire implode – I feel it’s good riddance, but I’m nostalgic. I mean, what did he get out of a place with an (ostensible) no-touching-just-looking rule? Lindsay Lohan, Kate Moss, the Foo Fighters, Christina Aguilera, the Giants – even Stevie Wonder came in, which always cracked me up. It felt more like an exclusive club with naked chicks than any topless joint I’d ever worked at, with a restaurant, a hugely expensive bar, private rooms in the back and a swanky VIP area. Howard Stern was extolling its virtues every week, and Scores publicist Lonnie Hanover and his crew would pop by regularly. The place was in its heyday when I worked there in 2005-06.

It sounds easy, but managers would make girls they had no intention of hiring dance on that same stage for up to 20 minutes. I downed three shots, got on the stage, and after 30 seconds, they hired me.

My audition at Scores West called for putting on a slinky polyester outfit, fake hair and too much makeup, and then slithering around a small stage half-undressed while a belching manager stared at me.

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