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
There we were…me, this man and his running shorts. I gave a weak, ‘hi.’ His response was even weaker than mine. But he gave a small smile and motioned for me to sit down. So I did and he immediately jumped up as if his seat were on fire. I was so scared, I had … Continue reading No Sex in the Champagne Room, but spanking’s okay Pt. II
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, … Continue reading No Sex in the Champagne Room, but spanking’s okay…Pt I
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 … Continue reading And the Winner is…
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 … Continue reading Cloudy, with a Chance of Rejection
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. … Continue reading Stripping 101: It’s not for the Weak
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 … Continue reading The Aftermath
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 … Continue reading Finding My Sexy
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. … Continue reading Why Would They Put a Step There?
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 … Continue reading What’s that little handkerchief for?