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 … Continue reading Tough Break
Work, work, work…that’s all we did between the two clubs. We were finally making some real money so it was worth the sore muscles, back aches and cramped feet. What wasn’t worth it was my friend and her boyfriend arguing at any given moment. I was sick of it. I finally had the last straw … Continue reading In The Weeds
It was an OMG moment embedded in my wee brain forever. THIS is what a Las Vegas strip club is supposed to look like. If you took a gander at the video in my previous entry, you can appreciate the scene I walked into. There might as well have been Cheech Marin screaming at the … Continue reading Wee!
Vegas. One can never truly appreciate the buzz of every color neon imaginable. Everything glowed: bars, clubs, casinos, hotels, buses, even the Waffle House had neon. Now, I always thought that the purpose of neon was to differentiate yourself from the others: but what about when EVERYTHING has neon trim? Is that stuff toxic in … Continue reading Welcome To The (Neon) Jungle
We got up fairly early, around noon, which is fairly early for strippers. Our plan? Go to the sheriff’s station and get our permits, come back to the hotel, squeeze in some gambling and a small nap, get ready for work and arrive at The Cheetah by 2 am to get on the 3 am … Continue reading Now Serving #976
