Al Chin parties with the big dogs at Big Lou's Lapdanceteria CHAPTER FOURTEEN

No-jail deal for Manhattan lap-dance king (nypost.com)

Albanian Louie was cruising empty down Ninth Avenue and just for no reason he hung a left on 30th Street. Coming out of a loft building on that rainy 3:00 am Wednesday morning he spotted two pretty young white women, in their early twenties or maybe younger. They were in jeans and blouses and each had a knapsack. Louie knew they were strippers but there didn't seem to be a strip club here. The two flagged him down. 

Louie noticed two tall beefy guys behind the glass door of the loft building. "A whorehouse"  Louie thinks to himself. "Those two gorillas could f*** you up bad, sure bet" and shakes his head. " Where to ladies?" They're  going to the 24/7 Diner over on Seventh Avenue. One the of the girls says  "you should go back there  there's lots of people and it's closing soon." Louie drops them off, sees about five or six taxis already lined up double parked at the pier and he jets back to the spot. 
The bouncers are still there when out come these two Hasidic Jewish guys who flag Louie down. One of them asked Louie if he's Jewish and when Louie says "no" the two start a conversation with each other in Yiddish. Louie can't understand a word of it.

Back at the garage Crazy Freddy is talking to one of the walls, as usual.  He's dressed in greasy khaki pants, a Donald Duck tee shirt and scuffed up black loafers. He stinks pretty bad. You can see he's wearing one white and one Navy Blue sock because the khakis are too short on him. Freddy's around  five ten and three hundred pounds. His lecture is very entertaining especially if you are interested in a rundown of the trips he did last night and how he hates Kennedy Airport. Let's not listen in right now though.

 The first driver Louie tells about the spot is Al Chin because  Al is a fun loving guy.  Al used to  run the poker game that happened in the workshop every night. I'll tell you more about that later. Castro shut it down. Al tells me about it and before you know it you have a line of taxis forming outside this industrial loft around two thirty in the mornings. Al has no family or responsibilities and he wanted to go into the joint and party with the big guys, and that he did.

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The Ladies Dance to Reggaeton At Big Danny's Underground Lapdance'teria.

Some of the City's biggest big shots party at Big Danny's Lapdance 'teria. A lotta Wall Street guys hang out. Also politicians and other suits. There was no rule that said taxi drivers can't party there but it costs: Seventy bucks to get in, bring your own bottle, twenty bucks a five minute dance, extras on request and subject to negotiation. There are private booths where they do  "bed dances". Three hundred to get in with your dancer of choice but then that's just the start. Money talks though and bullshit walks. En la noche hay locura

Rub the Buddha For Money

Al Chin joins the Times Square freak show with the naked cowboy, the topless cowgirl and Harry Krishna's dancers

He's "The Buddha" that you can rub for money. The idea is you rub his head or his belly for good luck and you pay him. He also lets people pose with him for tips too. so is doing the same thing that these people dressed up  like Disney characters  are doing. Al says he's not doing so bad but he hopes he gets his taxi license back if he gets his day in court before the cold weather comes.

               

Al met Hersh and Mersh ( that's what they said their names are) before the cops busted in. They were sitting at the bar where sodas were being served and people were paying some guy to open the beer bottles they had brought. There was a big mirror behind the bar and you could see the reflection of the lesbian show,

 and these guys were watching the show's reflection, but not the show, they told Al when he asked. Al was a bit surprised to meet two such guys in such a place and he asked them if they were sinning. They explained that they are not watching the women in the show.

Things got pretty crazy pretty fast when the cops busted in with their guns drawn. 

There was a lot of yelling and screaming and people opened up the fire exit in the back.  

The girls that got out were lucky.  The cops let the suits that didn't escape out the front door without even taking their names but Big Al, they held him. They thought he was a bouncer. So they took him down with the girls and the DJ and the Gorillas to Central Booking and then Night Court. They charged him with aiding and abetting prostitution.

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