Edit 1: Alright, I'm out for now, but I'll check back in the morning and answer any new questions. Thanks for the interest!

Edit 2: Never made the front page, damn you Tim and Eric! It's been fun though, and I think most of the good questions were covered. I'll still answer if I'm orangered, but I probably won't search the thread for new posts anymore.

I already answered a few questions in the thread that led me to post this AMA... There's plenty more so ask away!

Previous thread stuff (long, feel free to skip over it):

As for your questions:

What city was it in?

I was going to be vague, but other answers will probably give it away if you care enough to search for the specific place. San Francisco.

What years?

2008-2010.

Were there more regulars or more people that came in once "for a thrill"?

It depended on the time of day. The place is open 24 hours (porn booths), though the live show is only open for 18ish hours. During bar time until the girls went home there were tons of drunk assholes, half of which wandered over from the 'real' strip club next door. A lot of them used our ATM because the strip club didn't have one (seems stupid, maybe for legal reasons). A couple of the guys and I would frequently wipe soda in the cash slot so when the really drunk ones would come grab $400 to waste next door, they'd often leave behind a $20 tip for us.

Obviously when there weren't any girls, only the porn regulars came in. There were a few we had names for, and several that were worth talking to and not as crazy as the rest. The one guy I remember most was "Apron Dave." He always wore an apron from working at a skeezy burger joint around the corner. He was pretty nice, and always offered his help if it was ever needed while he was around. For a while we thought he died and wrote some pretty awesome haikus about him.

There were a couple of nasty prostitutes that would come in late at night and try to seduce our customers into a booth with them. They were usually pretty explicit in what they were there for, and we were supposed to kick them out, but as long as they didn't do anything obvious on camera or straight up tell me what they were doing I would keep my suspicions to myself/let them do their thing. My best friend at the time was a male prostitute, so I did (and still do) have a pretty liberal view on that profession.

There were tons of 'cruisers'... guys trying to seduce other guys. They were the creepiest overall. We kicked them out frequently since they bothered the other customers, although a few of them figured out that they don't have to approach anybody, they could just leave their booth door open a crack showing that they were open to walk-ins. I left those guys alone mostly since they weren't actually scaring people off and were paying for the porn channels. We did have to plaster over gloryholes now and then. Fuck, I wish I could get copies of all the drawings my boss made of these guys.

The homeless, of course. They came in on cold nights to sleep in the booths. If they took the trouble to get to know me and didn't seem too insane I would let them do it for free... otherwise they'd have to pay for some porn at least. My favorite was Alister. He was a Scottish/English guy, covered in tattoos, and the only homeless guy I knew there that wasn't an alcoholic (I spent a lot of time drinking with the bums in that neighborhood... far too much time actually). I spent a stint of my SF homelessness sleeping in the upstairs break room too. I'm not so proud of that... but it was interesting trying to sleep with porno sounds blaring 24/7. Less good dreams than I would have liked though.

How hot were the chicks?

It was employee-owned, so the normal strip club 'standards' didn't apply. They auditioned to show off their moves more than appearance, although obviously at least some subset of our pervy clientele had to find them attractive, so there were limits. I'd say anywhere from average to stunningly gorgeous. I actually dated one of them. LOONNG story... but the short version is: I started dating her first, then she started working there, which consequently got me the desk job. The job unleashed her inner whore, and now years after that ended I'm still drinking away the emotional trauma. Guy's Life Lesson 1: Never date a stripper and never let your girlfriend become one. Then again, maybe I'm just jaded.

How much did the chicks make?

They started at $15/hr since all they did was dance naked and interact through the glass if they wanted. There's also the private booth, also with glass separating the girl and the customer... That was significantly more expensive (each girl set her own prices), but it was 1 on 1 (or sometimes two girls giving a show) and you can get them to do pretty much anything to themselves. They kept a little over half of what they made doing that. I think the standard was $20 for 5 minutes of the most basic masturbation show... I never checked it out myself.

How much did you make?

Started at $10/hr, plus unique benefits. Unfortunately (fortunately?) I was dating a girl for most of my time there so I didn't hook up with any of the girls. The ATM trick I mentioned earlier was a kind of benefit. We were (sort of) allowed to drink/toke/whatever on the job... as long as it wasn't obvious. I made it obvious the last night I worked there, and no longer work there because of it. Really though, 50% of the job is cashiering, and the other 50% is jizzmopping... it's very hard to not want to be drunk during that.

Any truly disturbing stories?

Hmm... there was the occasional 'code brown' where somebody would shit in a booth. I never had to clean one of those. Had to mop plenty of piss though. I've found several crack pipes, several used needles, plenty of coke spilled on the jizz-covered floor (such a waste!), dildos, 'used' vegetables...

I do have one story. This one is my go-to when trying to explain what this place was like:

There was a skinny Allen Ginsberg-looking dude that I had to throw out... because he was eating the 'used' napkins out of the trash cans in the hallway. ಠ_ಠ Once I got him out the front door, he started berating me to the tune of "You must be really messed up to work in a place like this!" Yeah man, I'm the one who's messed up.

Oh, random memory! We'd get a lot of religious lit from people trying to save our souls... Here is my favorite. Specifically, panel 15 "It's that time again!" I cut it out and taped it to our cash drawer. Doom Town