art school is crazy expensive even with a scholarship, and i had already been one of the school's figure models for about a year. i thought i could branch out and make more money, so i drove one day to a town about 45 minutes away and stopped into a full nude strip club and sought out the manager. i told him i wanted to be one of his dancers. he seemed a little skeptical that this young girl with no experience wanted to dance in his club. i asked, do you have an office? i could audition for you. i have no representation, and i wouldn't dance at other clubs. i just need 1 or 2 nights a week! so he let me. he sat at his desk while i started swaying to the music that leaked in through the walls and loosening my street clothes. i soon was standing on his desk with him looking up and i lifted the front of my skirt to show i was going commando. by the end of the song i was naked with my bum on his desk and my knees d****d over his shoulders.
i passed the audition.
i started on a thursday night, less busy and lucrative than friday or saturday. first song, my top came off and my shorts dropped to the stage. second song, i slid my panties down over my hips and let them fall to my feet. it was like a sudden electric shock! what an amazing feeling!
i was good at stripping. it was fun. i soon got calls from house mama to come and work on friday or saturday nights. i was good at getting tips from the guys. there were no lap dances there back then, maybe i could've made even more. but i soon could afford to move into an off campus apartment. my girlfriends back at the art school were fascinated by my stories of undressing and dancing nude for a bunch of strange guys, and one night they showed up to see me! they had a fun time and said they could see why i enjoyed the work.
a guy one night passed me a note, i didn't read it right away but later in the dressing room i opened it. he asked if i would be interested in escorting and wrote his phone number. for some reason i didn't throw it away but held onto it for a couple months while i pondered what that could be like. getting paid to have sex? that's like getting paid to have dessert, right? one of the other dancers, whom i'd grown to confide in, told me that of anyone she knew, i might be the one to like it the most. so i called the guy. he remembered me. i came to his office, he told me what it involved, sex was totally up to me, but i needed some nice evening dresses. the prospect of money and adventure loomed large for me.
i lasted about a month, just 3 dates. the first 2 were with the same guy, and he requested me after the first one, which made me feel good. i did sleep with him both times. the 3rd date was unnerving, and i felt vulnerable being naked in the guy's hotel room when i thought he might throw me out into the hall. i defused the situation but called in the next day to quit. getting paid to eat dessert is ok but it's just better to be able to choose your own dessert.
emily
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