My Two Selves

I can't help but compare my present life with the events in my past.  It's like I'm in a parallel universe as I live and experience things now and reminisce about things way back when.  When it comes to relationships, I'm not sure if I've matured enough since then...I'm single again.  I had to make…

I Never Saw That One Coming

Back on the homefront, things were going pretty well.  I was still involved with the dance company, traveling to shows, taking classes, performing, training, working at the shop, etc.  I was growing closer to my roomie, thanks to our awesome tag teaming in a downtown bar fight with these two guys who were mad because…

No Sex in the Champagne Room, but spanking’s okay…Pt I

As the summer continued, I started to spend more and more time working in Tampa.  Mostly to make money, but let's be honest...having a love interest is extremely motivating.  For our lunch date, I took Jen to some swanky place in the new International Mall.  It was nice.  We laughed, shared a bit about ourselves and,…

And the Winner is…

The months went by and I was working quite a schedule: four 7-10 hour days as an aspiring professional dancer and two to three 8 hour nights as a blossoming stripper.  Plus, I still had the part-time job in the lingerie boutique doing sales, advertising and directing fashion shows.  Thinking back to those days, I envision a photograph…

Cloudy, with a Chance of Rejection

The weekends started to whiz by and the money kept me coming back.  Even by myself.  I was getting the hang of things...walking in the door looking confident, having my hair done, proper breakaway thongs, better shoes, nodding at people as I passed by and they said hey.  I had swagger.  I was in.  And…

Stripping 101: It’s not for the Weak

Being the perfectionist that I am, I was way too eager to become the best little stripper I could possibly be.  I took it as a challenge.  And I went at it in a way only I could...with unrelenting and slightly obsessive fervor.  I worked on my bootyshaking, which proved to be fruitless at first. …

The Aftermath

So, I completed my first lapdance.  I walked out of the booth feeling a little dizzy, and a lot sleazy.  I was conflicted.  Is this really what I should be doing in my spare time from dance rehearsals, classes and performances?  Was this money really worth it?  I wasn't sure yet.  Sure, the guy was…

Finding My Sexy

If you've been keeping up with my posts, and I sure hope you have, you will have noticed that I changed the title for this entry.  I felt this one was more suitable for the message I am about to share with you. Back to the back we went.  It was almost in slow motion, waiting…

Why Would They Put a Step There?

Hello again...I know, I'm late.  But in my defense, I was late to stage too.  Waiting backstage for a song to end when you know you're up next is probably similar to waiting, blindfolded, for the word "Fire!" at your execution.  I was that scared.  And then it did end.  And God said my name again. …

What’s that little handkerchief for?

By now, I hope you're really intrigued.  I certainly was.  If you're the type of person who enjoys people-watching at the mall, you would be in heaven in a strip club dressing room.  This particular one would become the scene for fights, girls passed out, bitch sessions, managerial meetings and I'm sure a line or…