Once upon a time, before my stripping days I was dating this as*hole guy who controlled my every move in life. Luckily one day, I woke up from the nightmare that was my life and dumped the tool. There were a select few good things that came out of that relationship, and one of them was that he introduced me to Rene*. Rene was a stripper that only did private parties (there were no clubs in the area where we lived).
Rene had asked me a couple times while I was dating this d-bag to strip with her (of course he would never let me...he was too insecure). Well, when I finally became a single lady, you bet your as* I was eager to learn more about the mystery world of naked, dancing ladies. I had always been fascinated by the concept...it was now or never.
I went to watch a show first to make sure that it was something I wanted to do. I decided it was a GO and the next step was to wait for Rene to get a party booked through her company. Well, it was a slow time of year and the company wasn't sending her any business (I also have an inkling that she was on bad terms for a few weeks cause her "relationship" with the company owner was questionable). She happened to stumbled upon an ad on Craigslist for a new company in the area. We decided to check it out and go on an "interview".
We showed up at this kid's house (he was about 20 years old) and he explained to us what he was trying to do. He sounded like he knew what he was doing, but looking back I know now that he had no f*cking clue. The company was going to be having an Opening Party to introduce all of the dancers. It was supposed to be "low key, at his house, with just a few of his friends."
Two days later, we got a Facebook invite for the party, along with 6,000 other people. One of the invitees was my lovely ex who happened to be "the coolest guy in town". Awesome. I was so worried about him being there that I didn't even think about the fact that there could be at least 20 other people there that I knew. I was so excited about dancing for the first time that I didn't care though. I was going to do it anyway.
When we showed up to the party there was one other dancer there. She went by Lo, and she was a lot of fun...in that crazy stripper kind of way. One thing I remember about her dancing was that she would yell sexual things in Spanish when she'd give guys lap dances. Genius.
There was also about 30 people, including one of my managers at my current waitressing job and a girl I went to high school with who has the biggest mouth in the world. Within 10 minutes of arriving I was getting text messages from random people asking if it was true that I was a stripper...I said no, because technically I wasn't yet.
There was also about 30 people, including one of my managers at my current waitressing job and a girl I went to high school with who has the biggest mouth in the world. Within 10 minutes of arriving I was getting text messages from random people asking if it was true that I was a stripper...I said no, because technically I wasn't yet.
We went into the "company owner's" bedroom. As he let us in he told us that it was our room for the night and we could do whatever we wanted to in there. Rene joking said, "so good, we can shoot up heroin.**" Lo suggested that we should dress up in cute dresses before going out in lingerie to strip, to warm up the crowd. Rene and I went along with it.
We went out to the room and sat on the guys' laps and chatted them up for about 5-10 minutes. After that we went back to the room to get ready to strip....HERE WE GO! Just then, we hear a banging on the front door. It was the police. They went around carding everyone (and gave out a few underage drinking tickets) and then asked everyone to clear out of the house because they were going to bring the K9 in. Turns out that in the group of 30 people, there were 6 under cover cops (a little overkill?) and had heard Rene's comment about heroin.
Everyone was standing out of the house as the dogs were brought in. I decided to spend my time flirting with the newbie cop...it was the first time these cops had ever seen strippers I'm assuming. The cops finally called us 3 dancers in the house because they had a hit on one of our bags. Turns out the only hit they got was for a LEGAL prescription. They arrested the "company owner" for "selling liqour without a license" (he had charged people $5 at the door to cover the keg and our base pay - he ended up not getting charged with anything in the long run).
So after most of the people left, including the "company owner", there were about 10 guys left. They asked us if we were still up to do the show and we all were down. It lasted about 45 minutes and I made $110 that night. It was the most fun/crazy night I had ever had (up until that point, that is). After that, I was hooked...WHAT A RUSH!
*Rene was her stripper name of course. I don't want to post her real name because I will eventually tell you some CRAZY stories about her, and of course I don't have her permission :p
**Obviously this makes no sense for strippers...everyone knows the drug of choice is either coke or molly (I've never done either and don't plan on it)
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