TAMPA, Fla. – Sitting in her dressing room, a topless dancer named Olivia flips through a stack of wrinkled bills, arranging them in order of value to ease counting her take for the evening.

“Every day another dumb guy turns 21,” she muses. “And every day, one of them wants to check out a strip club. I’ll never run out of regulars.”

While she occasionally expresses some degree of reticence about her ongoing licentious larceny, Olivia can’t help laughing at the “retards” who stuff their hard-earned money into her G-string during a typical shift.

“All I have to do is feign interest in them and they become like a no-limit ATM machine with a penis,” Olivia says. “Even smarter guys are easily manipulated, but with the dumb guys you don’t even have to think about what you say to them. You really just have to say anything other than ‘go away, creep.’ It’s pathetic, actually, but you know what they say: ‘Let the buyer beware.’”

Olivia is one of the primary figures in Gullible Guys Wanted, a new documentary about the American “gentlemen’s club” industry and the hundreds of thousands, possibly millions, of men who are cruelly exploited, brought to pointless erection and fleeced by the cold-hearted women who perform therein.

“This is an issue which has been quietly bubbling beneath the surface of our society for decades,” said Rashad Jones, the director of Gullible Guys Wanted, who is perhaps better known as “Ronnie” from the beloved UPN sitcom Game & Fish. “One man I interviewed was spending upwards of $2,000 per week at these so-called gentlemen’s clubs, most of it put on his credit cards because his bricklayer’s salary could barely address the cover charge, much less nightly sojourns to the Champagne Room.”

Throughout the documentary, sections are divided by title screens that display shocking facts about the gentlemen’s club industry. For example, strip clubs generate more revenue than the hair replacement, erectile dysfunction treatment and retail golfing equipment industries combined.

“Most people don’t realize this, but the burden of financially supporting the gentlemen’s club industry is disproportionately borne by gullible guys,” Jones said. “For example, whereas the average government prosecutor spends only around $1,600 per year at strip clubs, among Scientologists, the average is nearly 20 times greater — a whopping $31,476.39 per year. True, the number is skewed somewhat by a few key members of the church trying to dispel rumors they are homosexuals, but it’s still a staggering figure.”

While Gullible Guys Wanted is garnering rave reviews from men’s advocates and drew a five-star rating from the cultural affairs division of the American Society for Terminating Other People’s Pleasure (ASTOPP), some critics say Jones didn’t present a fair picture of the gentlemen’s club industry and have accused him of agenda-driven filmmaking.

“I’m sure there are some clubs out there in which the performing employees don’t respect or treat fairly their customers,” said Bill Kownter, CEO of MICKS Entertainment, the country’s largest chain of gentlemen’s clubs. “But I guarantee you the girls at MICKS would never completely mislead a customer for profit. For example, if a dancer at MICKS tells you she’s working her way through medical school, you can take it to the bank she is, at the very least, enrolled in biology classes at a nearby community college.”

Jones concedes not every man who sets foot in a gentlemen’s club is a clueless buffoon, but maintains his documentary is “broadly representative of regular patrons.”

“Nobody is saying it’s a huge problem for the guys who spend a couple hundred bucks on strippers at a buddy’s bachelor party,” Jones said. “But as it stands now, we’re ignoring the real club addicts, the impact their spending has on their families, including the ruinous amount of money these people are spending just to launder pre-cum semen stains out of their underwear.”

According to the documentary, other issues facing gullible strip club patrons include the health hazards of long-term exposure to fake smoke, a high incidence rate of Glitter Inhalation Syndrome and profound mental anguish stemming from incessantly repeated demands to “make some noise” for featured performers.

Through it all, though, women like Olivia remain steadfastly unrepentant about their negative impact on naïve and credulous regulars.

“Hey, nobody said life is fair,” Olivia said. “If some fat-ass 40-something seriously believes me when I tell him it’s making me wet to dance for him, that’s his problem. Maybe instead of paying me to listen to his bullshit, he should try finding a shrink — one who’s willing to grind her ass on his crotch while she asks him about his relationship with his mother, ideally.”