That stripper, an athletic marvel named Tip Drill, whose acrobatic routine inspired gasps, has quit and is threatening a lawsuit after smashing her face on the floor during a dance gone awry. It's also the story of a phoenix-like rebirth for Disco Rick, whose music career died before he found an even more profitable line of work.īut even as KOD's national fame peaks - thanks to a star turn by its most famous stripper on a cable television news program - cracks are forming in the kingdom.
#Strip club bartender in all black pro#
"It's like going to a party at LIV, but only bigger and with a lot of beautiful naked girls."īehind the velvet curtains, KOD's rise to becoming a hip-hop and pro sports cultural icon is the tale of an octogenarian nightclub impresario's latest success after a career marred by accusations of mob ties, political corruption, and prostitution. "It's not your typical strip club," says Lee "Q" O'Denat, founder of. In turn, the celebs draw throngs of real and wannabe hustlers to a place that's by all estimates the largest black strip club in America, where more than 200 dancers, bartenders, and staffers ply their trades in a 50,000-square-foot warehouse of decadence. This indoor Colosseum of naked pleasures is frequented every week by a who's who of African-American pro athletes and rappers, from Drake to Lil Wayne to Miami's own Rick Ross and from boxer Floyd Mayweather to Denver Broncos running back Willis McGahee to Philadelphia Eagles wide receiver DeSean Jackson.
It's the Super Walmart of entertainment complexes." "This club is just one giant vending machine," Disco Rick says, grinning.
Once a hit-making Miami booty bass pioneer, the pudgy 47-year-old in gray jeans and a leather jacket stamped with KOD's crest now makes his living corralling exotic dancers. Even the ring is littered with dollars, which the winner of the amateur boxing bout gets to keep.īehind a velvet rope in the VIP area, Disco Rick carefully watches the action. There are so many loose bills that floor hosts - nattily dressed in black slacks, white dress shirts, and bow ties - sweep up cash with push brooms. Dollars flutter to the ground everywhere, accumulating like puddles in a rainstorm. The acrid aroma of California medical-grade chronic mixes with the sweet scent of designer perfume, while a boisterous crowd of a thousand watches two burly African-American women pummel each other in a boxing ring. Rick Ross's "Stay Schemin'" booms through the wide expanse of King of Diamonds, a massive strip club bordering I-95 near Miami Gardens. At a nearby table, NFL rookie of the year Cam Newton and his posse dump their own mountain of green stacks onto a gaggle of nude dancers.
#Strip club bartender in all black skin#
A buddy enthusiastically slaps dollar bill after dollar bill onto the glistening butt of Blac Chyna, a stripper whose light-brown skin contrasts with snow-white hair and Betty Boop eyelashes. A prodigious bare ass gyrates hypnotically in the face of San Francisco 49ers tight end Vernon Davis, whose huge body is sprawled across a red-velvet and gold-painted chaise.
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