You Got to Coordinate

Working in a strip club when you’re in a fantastic mood is actually really fun.  Smiles are infectious and mine was contaminating the entire building.  Who could resist getting a dance from an entertainer who seemed to love her job so much?  ‘Would you like to see me naked?’  Sure!  ‘Good, because I can’t wait to … Continue reading You Got to Coordinate

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Damn!

She called me!  I was the happiest little lesbian stripper in the world.  I couldn’t believe she called me!  Of course she waited for the obligatory three-day rule, but I didn’t care.  Things in Tampa were definitely looking up and I was so thrilled that I had made the move from dreary Orlando.  I had … Continue reading Damn!

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Blah Blah Blah

I stared at the phone as it rang.  I didn’t quite know what to do at first.  My friend’s advice: ‘don’t answer it.  fuck that bitch.’  I remained silent because I have to be honest: I wanted to hear what she had to say.  How was she going to justify dumping her friend head first … Continue reading Blah Blah Blah

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Oh, The Horror…

Remember what it felt like to get off of a carnival ride with questionable safety regulations — your legs feel like jelly, the sky is spinning and watching people having fun makes you want to puke…very similar to my current dilemma.  It was blistering hot, even that early in the morning.  The air even smelled weird.  My car sat … Continue reading Oh, The Horror…

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Fake It To Make It

They say ‘the world is a stage.’  And it’s true.  Sometimes we put on airs that convey the person we want people to see and like, but not necessarily our actual selves.  As a stripper, you have to take it a step further.  You have to create a persona that you think will net you … Continue reading Fake It To Make It

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