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  Mémoire of a Stripper

  These Are My Confessionz

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  Copyright © 2010 Summer Rose

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  This book is dedicated to all of the women out there who had the courage and strength to do this job and put up with the crap that comes with it.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1 In The Beginning

  Chapter 2 Showtime!

  Chapter 3 Welcome to the Real World

  Chapter 4 Curiosity Kills More Than the Cat!

  Chapter 5 She’s a Man-Eater

  Chapter 6 Watch Your Back

  Chapter 7 Forbidden Fruit

  Chapter 8 Education of Graduation

  Chapter 9 Too Many Women

  Chapter 10 Wet or Dry?

  Chapter 11 Room Service

  Chapter 12 Another Chance 2 Change

  Chapter 13 A New Chapter

  Chapter 14 Then There Was Religion

  Chapter 15 Perfect Gentleman?

  Chapter 16 New Life

  Chapter 17 Oh My God!

  Acknowledgements

  “Don’t burn the bridge you’re suppose to cross and don’t cross the bridge you should burn”

  S. Rose

  This is not a tell tale, it is a tale-tell life of a stripper. There’s a lot to tell, some good, some bad, some a little sad, but overall, it’s still a tale.

  Chapter 1

  In The Beginning

  Fresh off the nipple myself, I decided to try another form of employment after all the rest were tried and failed. I felt I was going nowhere fast after working in fast food restaurants since I was sixteen. Church’s Chicken and McDonald’s were just a few among the restaurant chains that let me know that I wasn’t the traditional - get a job, work for someone else until I was sixty-five, and then collect social security type. I was a go-getter; make my money now type.

  Still, through the years, I constantly worked dead end jobs, but didn’t get any further than I would’ve had I opted for welfare and food stamps. I had to do something else.

  When I turned twenty-one, I enrolled in school, got a couple of grants, and lived off those for another year.

  My needs were growing as fast as the economy and my grant funds had ran out.

  The money from the part-time job I had to take just to make ends meet wasn’t enough.

  Finally, enough was enough and I was at my wits end. I was alone, and desperate. The boyfriends that came in and out of my life, just to tear it down more, didn’t help either. One minute I was in love, the next I was heartbroken and alone.

  This pattern went on a few years, which took me to another level in my life. I was going to get out there and get my own. I didn’t need or want a man to come in and out of my life. I had a very serious decision to make.

  Damn this welfare and food stamps shit!

  I was better than that and I wasn’t gonna let welfare control me. The system barely gave you enough to survive on, then wanted an explanation of how you were surviving on the crumbs they were giving.

  I felt trapped, lost, and desperate and finally came to a decision in my life. That was not to struggle and want for anything any longer.

  One day I was driving around looking for another dead end job to hold me until I could finish school. I started noticing billboard signs of clubs advertising for the “Hottest women in town,” but didn’t quite know what it meant.

  After seeing more advertisements for “Dancing girls” and “Always hiring dancers,” I figured it out.

  Maybe this is something I could do. I can dance.

  I’d seen strippers in the movies and on TV, and it didn’t look that hard.

  I can dance; I have a nice body, I’m going to make a killing!

  I walked into the first club I saw; a redneck bar that looked like a barn. I was scared and nervous, but I was determined not to be broke. I knew that I could not work for minimum wage any longer.

  Working for someone else, day to day for less than $4 an hour was not my style. I had champagne taste with a beer budget, and I hated beer!

  These people are going to kill me.

  I walked inside the dark, dirty, musty-smelling building of Club Bottoms.

  It was small and full of truck drivers… less than clean cut. Not your average blue-collar gentlemen, but they were spending money.

  “You’re hired,” the middle-aged man said after checking me out.

  “Come in tonight for an audition. If I like your look, I will keep you on.”

  In a shaken voice, I agreed.

  “You twenty-one?” he looked at me over the rim of his dirty glasses.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  “You have to be twenty-one to work here; I don’t need any problems from you under-age gals.” he growled.

  “Oh, I’m umm… twenty-one.” I stuttered.

  “Well, bring your I.D. with you when you come back just to be safe.”

  He was still unsure if I was of legal age. I looked a lot younger than I was. I guess it’s true that some of us age slower than others.

  “Ok, thanks” I murmured and hurried out before I fainted.

  I couldn’t believe that I had just gone to a place like that. It was infested with dirty truck drivers and enough cigarette smoke to kill the nation. The girls looked liked they were either on drugs or needed to be. I couldn’t believe I even thought about dancing in a topless bar!

  The hours went by fast and I knew I still wasn’t ready! I was so scared; I was shaking and felt like I was going to throw up, although my stomach was empty.

  I can’t do this.

  The time was near and caused me to have second thoughts.

  I wasn’t raised like this; my mother is going to kill me!

  Hell, now what?

  I went to a nearby pay phone and called the manager that had hired me earlier.

  “Hi… James, I came in earlier and you hired me to come in for an audition tonight?”

  “Yea, I remember you. Have you come up with a name that you want to dance to?”

  “No, do I have to?” I mumbled.

  “Yea, you don’t want to go by your real name, do ya?” he asked, sarcastically.

  “No, I guess not, but the reason for my call is that I can’t do my audition tonight. I forgot that I promised my friend that I would baby-sit.

  Damn, that was dumb.

  I gritted my teeth before I told another dumb lie out of fear.

  “Can I do my audition tomorrow or another day?”

  “Yeah, sure, take your time and call me when you’re ready.”

  He didn’t sound angry or annoyed, but asked, “Have you ever danced before?”

  “Ummm, well no, this is my first time.” I admitted.

  “I didn’t think so. Don’t worry you’ll do fine. Just take your time and let me k
now when you’re ready. You have my number; I will be here, okay?”

  “Okay,” I said after taking a sigh of relief.

  “I feel better now, I am a little nervous, but I will call you when I’m ready. Thanks James, bye.”

  “Good-Byeeee.”

  Okay, I dodged that bullet.

  What do I do now? I will try again when I get the nerve.

  In a girl’s mind, a stripper is someone who provides a fantasy for a paying customer inside the club.

  He gives you money for a table dance, you fulfill the fantasy, and that’s that.

  No, that’s just the beginning of a whole other life. It changes that little girl’s mind into a woman’s mind, fast!

  If you don’t have a strong mind, it will change you for the worst. You can become a manipulating, hustle-type bitch that thinks you have to hustle others before they hustle you. The manipulation starts when you put on your dance gear and get into character.

  You wear the slinkiest clothes, mostly made with lace, spandex, leather, and all those things that make a normal man go crazy!

  You smell good, oh so good - of your favorite perfume, and body sprays that can rise even a Viagra resistant dick. Sprays like cotton candy, cherry, vanilla, melon-kiwi, and so on.

  The “hooker” stilettos with clear heels, neon heels, 6” - 8” high that makes even the skinniest, bowlegs look like those of a stallion, which makes the ass like whoa!

  The accessories are “bling-bling,” glitz and glamour, loud and jingly.

  Hair is always fabulous, big, and bouncy and smells good.

  Tall, skinny, short and sexy, girls put a lot into their appearance. It takes a lot to get ready to go onstage and make the guys lose their weak minds! Men lose all senses when T&A are in their faces.

  He knows what he’s there for and you know what you’re there for. An even trade and at the end of the day, we’re both happy.

  Aren’t we?

  Chapter 2

  Showtime!

  As I prepared for my new, exciting, but scary life, I thought about the changes I could make. I knew I could afford a new house, car, clothes, and jewelry. I wanted more money, and a better life.

  Life is definitely going to get better, I convinced myself.

  I will be able to buy anything and everything I’ve always wanted.

  Now if I can just get up the nerve to do this.

  The first things I needed were clothes and shoes to work in.

  I hope I don’t fall and break my damn neck in those high hooker heels!

  Then I got my hair, nails, and pedicure done.

  Men will check the toes!

  I shopped at three different stores before I chose a purple bikini with sparkles. It was my favorite color and I thought I would feel more comfortable. I bought a black garter and shoes with a clear heel. I bought everything that I thought I would need on the budget I was working with.

  This will work! I look good!

  After I got everything I needed to make myself beautiful for my audition, I was ready for my “opening night.”

  “It’s now or never.” I thought as I prepared myself.

  I called James to let him know I was ready for my audition.

  “Hi James, I came in a couple of days ago and I’m ready to come in and try out for a dancer position.”

  “Well, come on!” he shouted. “Be here ‘till 10.”

  “Ok, I’ll see you tonight.” He hung up the phone.

  What the hell? Is he pissed at me? Now I’m scared all over again!

  Bastard!

  Oh well, I’m going anyway! It’s now or never.

  I headed to the club before my thoughts overwhelmed me.

  I got to the club around 8:00 and sat in the car scared as hell until about 9pm. I didn’t know what to do. My heart felt like it was going to burst through my chest!

  Finally, I made myself go inside to find James.

  “There she is!” he said as loud as hell, yet much nicer than he was on the phone.

  Must be bi-polar.

  “You ready?” he asked.

  “Yeah, about as ready as I am gonna get.” I whispered.

  “Ok, let me show you where the dressing room is and when you’re dressed, come find me and I will get you on stage for a quick audition, ok?”

  “Ok” I followed.

  “Here’s the dressing room, get ready and I’ll see you in a few minutes. You alright?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine, just a little nervous I suppose.”

  “All the girls are nervous when they first start. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” he assured me and left.

  I sat in a chair for a while watching the other girls put on their cute outfits and very high heeled shoes. Spraying perfume and body sprays all over their bodies, their hair, arms, legs, pussy, and everywhere else. They made sure there was no funk on their bodies. These women are nothing at all like what I thought they would be. They were fat, ugly, bodies full of stretch marks, scars, and raisin tits.

  I couldn’t stop starring, but once they put on a pound of make up, wigs, huge earrings and a sexy outfit, they didn’t look so bad.

  Then once they made it out into the club under the neon lights, they looked like damn models.

  Well, kind of.

  Hairspray fumes filled the room and curling irons left the smell of burnt hair in the air. Nail polish fumes, and polish remover almost made me pass out. Let’s not forget the cigarettes, and stale-smell of liquor all mixed together with me being nervous as hell, I’m surprised that I didn’t throw up.

  “Are you new?” one of the girls asked.

  “Yes,” I choked as I looked up to see who it was that I was talking to.

  She was a tall slender girl with huge breasts and short wavy hair with blonde highlights. Her face was long, but beautiful with huge dimples. She had straight, white teeth that seemed to be too white, as if she just had them bleached.

  She was definitely a looker and probably made a lot of money.

  “This is your first time dancing, right?” she asked, smiling.

  “Yes, if you mean topless and for money.” I said in a shaky voice.

  “I was nervous the first time I danced too, but I got used to it, you will too. By the way, my name is Cookie. If you need some help just let me know, ok?”

  “Cookie?” I asked. “Why, Cookie?”

  “Cause, I’m sweet as a chocolate chip cookie,” she winked. “The men love that shit! It reminds them of eating pussy. Do you have a name yet?”

  “No, I can’t seem to come up with one with a slogan like yours.” I teased.

  “OK, girl you need a name before you go out on stage so the D.J. will be able to announce you.”

  She looked at me for a while, up and down. Then she came close to me and whispered, “How about… Luscious?” she beamed with excitement.

  “Ummm… why?”

  “Don’t you feel Luscious? You damn sure look Luscious to me.”

  She was looking at me as if I was the chocolate chip cookie! I took a step back, because she had invaded the three-foot space rule.

  “I do?” I asked, wondering what that meant.

  “Yes, that’s what you should go by. Do you like it? She asked, once again invading my space.

  “I guess so.” I shrugged.

  “Good, then my work is done here, I need to take my fine ass out there and make some money.” she looked in the mirror for approval. “Good luck, baby.”

  “Ok, thank you so much.”

  “Thank me later, glad to help, baby. See you out there.”

  “Ok.”

  I sat there once again trying to figure out what happened as I replayed our conversation and her winks in my mind.

  She seemed friendly, a little too friendly, I thought, but maybe she just wanted to help.

  I decided to put on my now, tired looking outfit that I was so proud of until I saw the other girls in their stuff.

  My poor shoes looked a hot mess and wasn’t nearly as
high as the shoes that the other girls were wearing. Mine looked like hooker-style, prom shoes.

  I wanted to run out of there and never come back. However, I forced on my rags, put on my make-up, fluffed up my hair, took one last look in the mirror, and said out loud…

  “Showtime”

  I went to find James and told him I was ready for my audition and that I had a name that I wanted to use.

  “Luscious? Nice!” he said smiling. “Ok you’re on next.”

  “I am?” I was shocked.

  This was really happening and I just could not get ‘ready.’

  “Yea, don’t worry gal, you’ll be alright.” He gave me a pat on the backside and told me to get ready.

  Did he just smack my ass?

  “Guys, we have a new kid on the block! Coming to the stage, it’s her first night so show her some love!”

  “She sassy, she’s sexy, she’s Luscious!!! Show some love, show lots of love!” the D.J. screamed.

  I walked on the stage for the first time in my life, I could hear the men whistling, and clapping and howling like dogs. I felt like a T-bone someone threw in the pit. I was nervous as hell at this point, but I did like the music that I picked. I started swaying from side to side, not sure of what move I was going to do next.

  My hands started sweating as soon as I made it to the pole. I loss my grip and slipped, but didn’t fall. I was so busy concentrating on not busting my ass, that I didn’t notice the money waiting for me in the audience.

  “Come get it, new booty!” a dirty old man

  yelled.

  I started feeling less and less nervous. Before I knew it, I was all over the stage shaking my ass, and clapping my hands, too. I didn’t know that I didn’t have to clap too (LOL) but I did it anyway. Then I noticed Cookie sitting right by the stage watching me. She waved a dollar bill at me motioning me to come get it.

  I went over to her and hugged her for the support. The crowd went crazy! I didn’t know why at the time, (Cookie did) but I made mad cash for it.

  “Hey girl, go get your money. These guys over here have had dollars in their hands every since you came out on stage. You’re doing good, girl.”