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
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!
Once back in Orlando, I was eager for September 12 to arrive. I had a great time in New York, but I was ready for my career at Snizney to start. A fellow dancer from the dance company back in Gainesville was already working for them and loving it. But in the meantime, bills still needed to be … Continue reading This Just In…
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 … Continue reading I Never Saw That One Coming
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
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
