It was Frank. I had a few reminders of who that man was that I met, conquered and couldn't seem to get rid of over the next few weeks. Like - one hell of a bruise from the gear shift, a bit of a limp and phone call after phone call, like some lovesick high school…
I started taking some inventory: sofas, tables, bed, chairs, rugs - all things acquired from my previous engagement years prior. Washer, dryer - things I bought from a fellow dancer. Clothes, shoes, jewelry. Things. So I tried looking at other things another way: A job. Cute apartment. Friends. A girlfriend. A career. When I looked…
Several days later, I was still alive and my hand hadn't turned black, rotted and fallen off - so I felt a bit better. In betwixt all of my shenanigans, mostly just being a pissy stripper, I was still dancing with a small local company. It just always made me feel good to come full…
Irritated doesn't begin to describe what I was feeling every time I stepped into the world of Jen: my own peers fawning over her like she was an oracle, asking hustling advice, laughing at everything she said, complimenting her taste in clothing. Barf. Traitors. I made sure to stay away from her and anything she…
Okay, so after a couple more weeks at Turbulence, it just wasn't my thing. I didn't like the crowd. I didn't like the music and I definitely didn't like the manager. And the tips I was bringing in just wasn't enough to make up for it. To recoup my losses, I doubled down on my…
We awoke the following morning, half-expecting that uncomfortable, 'wow, we had sex last night' feeling. But it was actually kind of average. He was a nice guy and I didn't regret spending the evening with him. I noticed something, though. He walked more upright, had a strong smile instead of a goofy grin, a relaxed…
Getting back to Tampa was a relief - I'd never been happier to be back in familiar territory. No worries about getting back and forth to work, where to eat, permits or a runty little man smoking weed in my bathroom. Of course, it was a bit mundane at first: the girls at work weren't…
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…
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…
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…
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life, love and lap dances: a lesbian stripper in the Dirty South...
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