My favorite spinner-stripper once surprised me with a passionate, lingering embrace as I was going into Wal-Mart (no, she wasn't working as a greeter--just buying school supplies for her kids in Head Start). My first thought was that I might be able to put the encounter in my trophy case as an unpaid sexual favor, but as my hands roamed her tight little body, she almost immediately began repeating the question, "Are you going to come out to the club tonight?"
I guess constant marketing is indeed one of the keys to success.