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May 20, 2005

Becoming a Stripper

I had a guy the other night that was trying to get me off the streets. He said he had a job for me if I want to try it out. He said it's better than prostitution, but along the same lines. Well except for the sex part.

He then explained that he was opening a strip club and wanted me to come and try out for it. I don't think I would like stripping. At least in my profession, (if you don't have a pimp) you get to pick and choose who you want to go off with. I have been in strip clubs, those guys are grabby and you can't really say no, because they throw a fit and then you got your boss on your ass for not making the customers happy!

I told him I would rather work the streets than be a stripper, but he was pretty insistant and told me to just come and try out, and if I still don't want to do it, he would pay me for the night and off I would go.

I figured what the hell, I would be inside for a night and could still make some cash and hopefully some good tips. So the next night I showed up at his little strip club and got into costume. There were a few other girls I knew from the streets there, and some others none of us had seen before. I dressed in my leather, not all of it though cause I needed to be able to get out of it pretty quickly, but I brought my whip with to help with my little exhibition I guess you would call it.

I was the second to the last girl to go out on stage, so I got to see how the others did and what they did. A few of them were really good! Some really sucked and others were so,so. I figured I had a shot, what the hell, it was money!

I went out and did my best, danced to some stupid song, got my ass grabbed a couple times but that was it. Nothing too horrifying until I was asked to do a lap dance for this guy. His wife was with him, they were an older couple, and looked odd. I took them back into a room and started my lap dance. All of a sudden the guy grabs my boob and the wife grabs him between the legs, I slapped his hand off my boob and she slapped me! I couldn't believe it! There was no way I was going to be a stripper and have to put up with this shit!

I got up and walked right up to the guy who told me to come and try it out, told him forget it and to give me my pay and I was out of there. He told me I had one more dance and then I could go. I did that dance, got paid, and walked out never looking back.

I know, maybe it was nutty to think being a prostitute was better than being a stripper, and maybe I could make more money stripping, but for me, I am my own boss, I can work, or I can take the night off. I don't want someone else telling me when I have to work.

Oh well, it's my life!

TTFN

Lindsey

Posted by lindsey at May 20, 2005 5:09 PM