“Butch” and the Sundance Kid

I regretted giving Lisa my number as soon as my feet hit land.  I had no idea how much until about a week later.  She called me the next day.  Of course she did.  As we were chatting, I scolded myself.  What is my issue?  Had I really become that conceited that I thought I was…

Something Funky This Way Comes

I eventually got over Theresa.  And under someone else.  It didn't happen right away and it was a bad choice, hands down.  But it was pity sex that was cute and pathetic at the same time.  Life went on at the strip club for awhile...running shorts guy came and went a few times (figuratively, not…

It’s Gettin’ Hot in Here

So there I was - nice, cool, clean white sheets with an absolutely gorgeous woman spooning me...just where I would die to be at this very moment.  And I couldn't stop coughing.  It got so bad that I couldn't breathe.  Theresa tried rubbing my back, slowly inching away from her contaminated bedmate.  Who the hell could…

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…

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…

The Morning After

Let me remind you: I was completely, helplessly immobile yet undeniably aware of what was going on around me.  It reminds me of the movie 'Awake' where the guy is getting open heart surgery and is supposed to be anesthetized, but is actually still conscious.  He could also feel everything, as did I.  Thank goodness…

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…

The Good, The Bad & the WTF’s

Honestly, this title could apply to my entire blog, but I chose it for this particular entry because there is nothing like stepping into a strip club for the very first time.  All the while knowing that the stage you're walking by is about to become your platform and the people you're passing are  no longer men, but…

You’re doing what!?

If I could pinpoint the moment when I first decided that getting naked for a living wasn't such a bad idea...I'd invent a time machine, go back and smack the hell out of myself...maybe.  And I say maybe because I don't think I'd be the person I am without going through the challenges of surviving in…