"I'm still curious as to how the tiny chick that smoked my cigarettes and bit harder than a...well...hard biting individual became a professional nudist."-my friend that I went to church with in North Carolina as a teen wrote to me today.
I guess I was a biter back then, I also liked to punch people and kick them to show them my affection. Needless to say I was a weird child. And I'm still pretty strange now if you know me. And even most of my current friends at the beginning of my stripping career were surprised that I was doing this for employment. I never hated strippers, in fact I LOVED THEM. I just never thought I had the mentality to hustle and grind on guys boners when I'm totally not turned on by it.
I had dated my fair share of strippers, even some of them dressed me up in their clothes. Girls love playing my size barbie with me I dont get it. I had been to a couple strip clubs. One of my old roommates took me to my first one and I was too scared and intimidated by a room full of hot half naked women to buy any dances. I just sat there and drank beer, lots and lots of beer. Even one dancer called me out while she was onstage, "Hey you're a lesbian aren't you?!" The second time I went to the strip club I went with my friend Nadia, who was doing her audition dance at The Candy Store (thats what it was called then, it has a new name now) which is a particularily nasty club. I would never want to work there. In fact, when I first moved here my mom lives right by there and told me "So you know....THAT IS NOT A CANDY STORE!" I think I had gathered that much information when I saw the sign said "GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS!!" Well so when I went with my friend I got my first lapdance ever, from her. I went a couple more times after that, just to hang with her at work and then stopped going to strip clubs for awhile. Until last year.
So July of last year, 2010, my roommate that took me to my first strip club takes me and my ex-girlfriend's older sister who had just recently turned 21. Oh and her dad came with us too. Well me and my roommate are waiting for Lana to arrive with her dad and the two of us are sitting at the bar. Now the way Ten's is set up, you have the bar lining the back wall to your right, VIP is directly above the bar upstairs, there is one row of tables before you have second stage, a few more rows of tables and then you have the main stage. So sitting at the bar you are directly right in front of second stage kind of. I personally am not really attracted to blondes but there is the gorgeous petite athletic body with wavy blonde curly hair and cute black rimmed glasses, and has a tattoo that covers her entire back and a half sleeve on her arm. I melt for girls with tattoos, especially ones that look like sexy nerds. I think after 10 seconds of watching her my jaw must have dropped because this customer sitting a few stools away asks me,
[HIM]"So you must like girls huh?"
[ME]*grins*"Yeah how could you guess?" (Im not dressed that butchy)
[HIM]"You were looking at that blonde the same way I was looking at her."
I just pick my jaw up off the floor and go grab a chair, posting a note in my mind that I DEFINATELY want a lap dance off of her later. Well Lana and her dad finally arrive and they sit down at a table next to me and my roommate. I'm scouting the room for this mysterious blonde goddess whose name I don't know yet. A little saddened I guess that she must have been a day girl and this was the end of her shift. I buy 3 lapdances off this beautiful latina who was putting herself through cosmotology school and also bought a couple off this girl who I have never seen again but she was 18 and we were buying her alcohol so I'm sure she must have gotten her fired for something similar. I did not know she was 18 until later by the way.
And who do I see? The blonde I was drooling over. She is up on stage and I go to tip her. It was soo obvious that she really is into girls. Her hands were up my shirt and I was not wearing a bra. I tell her when she is not busy to come by to my table. This girl was all over the place. She was up in VIP for awhile before she made her way back down to me. She sits on my lap and talks to me for like 20 minutes before she dances for me. But our conversation went a little like this.
[HER]"My name is Daisy, (remember the last post?) what's yours?"
[ME]"Syd. How are you doing tonight?"
[HER]"I'm high." *giggles*
[ME]"Really? On what?"
[HER]"Pot, I just went home for a smoke break."
[ME]"Damn I wish I was on your level." *giggles*
[HER]"Well maybe we can smoke sometime together sometime." she whispers in my ear coyly.
Well then I proceed to buy 3 dances off of her. We continue to talk and I will never forget her first masturbation story. And this is how I gave her the name Daisy in my blog. Daisy grew up Mormon on a farm in Idaho. I guess when she was young she was laying in a field of daisys and masturbated for the first time. I do not know if this story is true or part of her stripper persona backstory. We all have them, fake histories about our lives to make us sound sexier. So after talking to her and gathering part of her backstory she asks me for my number. I give it to her praying she would call. She also said she would see me when she gets off of work if we are still here and possibly take me home with her to go get high. I don't see her leave and I never got a call from her.
So I wait a few days and still don't hear from her and I'm not creepy and stalkerish but I could not get this girl out of my mind! I just had broken up with my last girlfriend and was on the rebound. I knew that Daisy had a boyfriend but she had explained to me that they had an open relationship. That was fine with me, it was not my first rodeo in dealing with a triangular relationship. Well I go into Ten's, and I don't go in with an assload of money because I'm there to see her, buy one dance, talk to her and drink some beer. She recognizes me immediately and comes and sits on my lap to talk to me. She tells me she is busy with a customer and she will see me in a minute. I wave to her indicating I know she is working and it's not a big deal. It's not like I have alot of cash for her anyway. She sits with a customer a little ahead of me and I guess he recognized me as well from the other night. Somehow she hustles him to buy me pizza. So she comes over and talks to me a little more and apologizes for not coming down after she dressed out to see me. She told me that she had gotten really drunk and fell up the stairs and was asked to leave by the management. She then told me that I don't need to spend money on her, that when she sees me she will give me a couple free lapdances. I start asking her about how she became a stripper. She used to strip in Vegas when she was with her ex-husband, but that she had been stripping here for about 8 years. She used to work at the Bunny Ranch when it was still the Bunny Ranch (now its called Eden) but she had gotten fired from there for "endangering the life of a customer" Bunny Ranch is a full nude club, and I'm pretty sure there is a 5-foot rule but she was giving a guy a lapdance and he tried to finger her and so she kicked him in the crotch with her 6-inch heels. Daaaamn. Woman after my own heart.
Well this time as she is going on her "smoke break" she invites me to go with her and two other dancers, one of who became a good friend, Ani. So Ani drives us to Daisy's apartment which is the same exact complex I was living in before when I was with my ex-girlfriend. Small world Tucson is. I walk in the door and her boyfriend Ray looks at me and asks Daisy,
[RAY]"Who is this?" eyeing me up and down.
[DAISY]"This is that girl from the club I was telling you about."
[RAY]"What? Now you're bringing CUSTOMERS home from the club??"
(uh oh, getting a little nervous there.)
[RAY]"Daisy's told me about you."
[ME] (really nervous now) "Yeah?"
[RAY]"Yeah she wouldn't stop texting me about this cute lesbian that was in the club."
[ME](a little relieved) "Oh ok."
So we sit and get stoned off of Daisy's monstrous bong. I miss that bong....*reminisces* And we drive back to the club. She gives me her number and I drive my van home to the north east side of town where I have been staying. We continue talking on the phone and she talks me into applying at Ten's for at least a waitressing job. I go in while she is there a day or two later and fill out an application. Andrew the manager comes and talks to me. He looks me up and down and just bluntly states that they are not looking for waitresses at the moment but if I wanted to apply to be a dancer that he would hire me right away. The nervousness starts. I ask Daisy what she thinks I should do. She says I should try out for a dancer. I stay and study these dancers and go with Daisy alone for a smoke break in my van. We go off and park in a parking lot out of sight of the road for some apartment complex and start smoking, the next thing I know she is kissing me. Luckily I had the benches down into a bed in the back so it was probably a little too comfortable in there. I'm not giving details but she did say she would teach me to pole dance if I taught her some of my tricks! Yes! So we went back to the club, I had turned in my application. I told Andrew I would think about it. So....in the mean time....while I'm still in the club I might as well try out my "flirting with men skills" that have not been used in years. Well its like the end of the night. I'm pretty trashed and I see this cute brunette on main stage and these guys I was sitting with gave me $15 to get a lap dance off of her. I tell her and she pulls me to the smoking cage for a cigarette and we get to talking:
[ME]"Yeh so a friend of mine works here and I'm trying to get a waitressing job here but the manager wants me to dance."
[HER] (she looks me up and down for a minute and then I see a lightbulb go off in her head) "You! I know who you are."
[ME]"I've never met you before, how do you know who I am?" (totally confused)
[HER]"You're Daisy's new little girlfriend, aren't you?"
[ME]"No!" *shakes head violently* "No, we're just friends."
[HER]"Hmmm. She and I dated awhile ago, I know how she is." (and she proceeds to tell me crap that I don't believe, but shrug it off due to I know that this is her ex girlfriend she is talking about and know how lesbian relationships go and she probably is just jealous)
I'm shitfaced at the point we walk back in and clumsily spill beer ALL over my lap. She dances for me anyway and then offers me her number. The next day is my first day at work and this is where I leave part 1 of my Origin Story. Part 2 tomorrow. It will be about my first day at work and popping my casino cherry!
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