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As the elite eight battled it out in the NCAA Basketball Tournament, we were on our way to Sensations in Myrtle Beach, but not for an easy week as you may think. Actually, I have no idea what you are thinking. I do know you are probably tired of hearing about my bookings. Well, as soon as I hit that lottery, I’ll shut up, until then…

We finished our gig at Blush in Pittsburgh, headed back to the hotel, packed (which took forever for some reason this time) and slept for about three hours then woke up, loaded the car, paid $120 for parking (jerks) and then drove for about eleven hours to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.

This week the gig was Monday through Saturday so we had to book it. This is one of the major differences between feature dancers and porn stars (real porn stars, not porn girls). A porn star hardly ever does a week-long booking in a club, they couldn’t afford her, she is usually there for two or three days.

So there I was, working for another week. This is not a problem because I love working hard, it just reminds me that I am not seen as the same value of someone who does film, even after all this time. Well, that or maybe it is the way I am presented. I will say, the club was beautiful and the staff and the dancers were great.

The girls there were so beautiful and hot. We found our next A! Entertainment Dancer Of The Week, Sasha, who was a sultry black girl new to dancing. Check out her story at tonybatman.com.

The house mom even arranged an Easter Egg contest on Saturday. I couldn’t have asked for anything better from them. Perhaps more people on a Good Friday would have been good, but God may have been mad. Come on, we all know the same people who go to church on Sunday are the same people who go to clubs on any other day of the week or pay for porn online.

Needless to say, Easter, Mothers Day and Fourth of July have never been record breakers for me so I did not have my head in the clouds on this one. The week ended well, with a good Saturday and an upbeat staff. When there are few customers in a new club, there is a tendency for people to behave in the worst way, however this staff was more like a family and the dancers kept the spirit up which is what is needed to build a successful club.

Along with a house mom who arranged an Easter Egg contest and sewed everything under the sun, they had make-up and hair artists. One of the artist, Michael, finished with the dancers and then began on his own make-up. I walked out of the dressing room and found a beautiful statuesque blond standing by the mirror. You know you’re a good make-up artist, when the ladies have to do a double take and are jealous.

When you are on the road for so long you have a tendency to fall into a pattern. Tony and I have fallen into a pattern… eeewwww! We wake up, have coffee and breakfast, work and then workout, then head to Subway, then we go back to the hotel, work some more then get ready for the club. We go to the club, do our thing and by the time we get back to the hotel room, we’re hungry again.

Late at night, we snack and watch some interesting television. In Myrtle Beach, every night I saw multiple commercials about abstinence. Hey, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but IT DOESN’T WORK! Ironically, about an hour later I saw a commercial for another strip club. For such a small area, there were a lot of strip clubs. Oh, we all know how much those golfers hate women (there is a need for a sarcasm font).

After spending the week before in a great hotel, with an awesome fitness center, it is always tough the next week because there is no clause in my contract that says I need a fitness center, so I get what I get.

This week, I got the beach. It was revitalizing to be out in the sun and feel the wind and see the ocean, very theraputic. I played “dodge the people” while running. I was surprised at how many people were there, but the cool part was they were all in a good mood and that good energy rubbed off on me.

We headed to Subway afterwards, where we were charged a different price for the same thing everyday. On the way there, we ended up on the local news. Good thing it was before we ate and not after, we all know the camera adds ten pounds.

Back in the room we were hanging out digesting when I looked out the window and saw a car stuck in the mud. The guy was just spinning his wheels, literally, and getting deeper and deeper. Tony HATES to get muddy (running on the beach was pushing it) but he looked out the window, saw the guy and began to put his shoes on. All he did was miss his turn and try to roll a little off the road and turn around. Little did he know, Myrtle Beach is all mud, so he sank. The guy had such a look of relief when he saw us.

“You know how to drive a stick?” he asked pointing at me.

“Yes,” I said.

“Okay we’ll push.” Thank goodness, I thought, that looks really muddy. We pushed and pushed and nothing, and they were really rocking the vehicle. (I know that sounds funny.) I looked in the rear view mirror and I saw a cop car pull up.

“Okay, who was driving?” the cop accusingly asked.

“It’s mine. I don’t even know them,” the stranded driver said. “They came to help.” I wanted to smack the cop in the back of the head and say Yea, like YOU should be doing Mr. we pay your salary!

“Well, we can call you a tow truck. You want me to call you a tow truck?”

What’s your cut of that, I pessimistically thought. Now, I know that cops have a job to do like we all do, and they don’t get paid very much, but this guy came off like such an asshole from the very beginning that any negativity that I had towards cops just surfaced.

“It’s not my car. Let me call my dad and see if he has insurance that will cover that,” I heard him say as we walked back to the hotel. We could do no more, so we retired to the room and watched from the window. About thirty minutes later a tow truck showed up and pulled him out.

Upon finishing the Easter week, the springtime was a welcome change. Now we head further south for Sensations in Birmingham, Alabama next week. I am excited about all of the footage we may get there, since the club has recently been in the news with local citizens protesting their presence. Alabama, here we come….again.

Schevelle is an award-winning feature entertainer and a Private Dancer Magazine cover model for November 2007. She contributes regularly to the Private Dancer Media Network as well as Private Dancer Magazine. You can find more on Schevelle by going to www.Schevelle.com/ or follow her on twitter at www.twitter.com/TheSchevelle.