Picture it. Tampa, 2002. (Yes, I’m a Golden Girls fan!) Half-naked women everywhere. Hungry – bills to pay, mouths to feed, shoes to buy. Timing is everything. Him? No. He just got here. Let him marinate for a minute. If you’re the first to go over, you’re almost guaranteed a rejection. He wants to survey … Continue reading Work Smarter, Not Harder
There are moments in life when it pays to be cute. In fact, that’s how I landed my first bartending gig. It all started at a local establishment in the dead center of Tampa’s club mecca – Ybor City. I met this really, really cute girl (we’ll call her Kate) and she was adorable. I … Continue reading Talk Is Cheap…Are You?
I know what you’re thinking: why the hell would you have sex with a woman whose hygiene was more than questionable? It’s easy. I didn’t do a damn thing – a pillow princess to the extreme. And just to clarify: that’s not my style. I’m very active in my sexual endeavors; that’s what I love the … Continue reading Warning: Don’t Feed the Lesbian
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 … Continue reading Something Funky This Way Comes
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
This was my first accident. I didn’t know what to do…except get out of the road. And quickly. But I couldn’t just leave the car here, right? Wasn’t that illegal? A form of littering? I had to figure out how to take this immobile hunk of metal with me. My irrational mind was in overdrive. … Continue reading The Road Less Traveled
I had no job. Stripping isn’t a job…it’s an activity with the chance of random prosperity. A job has a set schedule and routine that is required to receive a paycheck. A paycheck is a form of payment for services rendered. Out of that paycheck taxes are paid to the country in which one resides … Continue reading This Wasn’t Part of the Plan