Tale of a Stripper (Part 1)

Hello my lovelies! This is a 2-parter Guest Post from one of my favorite ladies, "Paige". I hope you'll be seeing/reading more of her around here in the future. The Estrogen Army is growing, HA-ZAH!
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Have you ever watched a movie where there was a stripper scene and wondered how those girls ended up on that stage with their tits swinging? Have you possibly been into a club that had dancing girls and you stared up at them & thought, "How can she do that? Doesn't she have any self-respect?" Maybe you figured she was from the wrong side of the tracks. Or grew up in a poverty-stricken, broken home. Or was trying to support a drug habit.

Well, I'm here to let you know that maybe that girl is none of those things. I grew up in a conservative home, always went to church, wasn't allowed to wear skirts above my knees or two piece bathing suits. I had 2 solid parents who loved and cherished me and a father who was neither absent nor over bearing.

Once I was out of high school, I decided that I was tired of the rules. I was sick of being a good girl & I wanted to see if maybe life was more fun on the wild side. It looked pretty glamorous in the movies and I wanted to get a little taste for myself. I started going to night clubs when I was 20. There was one club where it was a 3-in-1 deal. For the price of admission, you could go in the regular dance club, the male strip club or the female strip club. Mostly what happened was that the guys went in & watched the strippers and then came into the dance club all horny & looking for action.

After going there a few times and getting drunker than I care to admit, I started losing my inhibitions & started climbing up onto the bar with some of the other hootchies and dancing. Men would stand down below and hand me money. They didn't touch me, just gave me money. It was shocking when it first happened. Exciting to have strangers openly lusting for me and wanting to buy me drinks or beg me to go home with them. I was always flippant and most often rude, but that didn't seem to scare them off at all.

I did that for several months, going every weekend & coming home with only vague memories and piles of wadded, sticky cash. I planned a trip out of town to new york city, but it was only a month away & I would need a significant amount of money. I knew I couldn't make the money I needed with my day job or even with my piles of singles, so I needed to do something new and fast.

I looked through the classifieds and set up a time to meet with the manager of the fanciest strip club in town. I'd taken my top off a few times while dancing on the bar in my favorite club, but I'd always been drunk & surrounded by friends & others who were cheering me on. I thought this would be the same thing, but as it turned out, it was very different.

I dressed professionally for the interview because I didn't know any better. I lied & said that I'd been dancing at another little club in town because I was afraid that the manager wouldn't hire me if he knew I was a total rookie. He shook my hand and asked me a few questions & then told me I'd need to audition. He sent me down to the dressing room with another dancer who loaned me a dress and shoes. The DJ asked me what kind of music I liked and I was nudged out on stage.






To be continued on Wednesday...
so keep your panties on, for now anyway!