"The Millenium Generation and the high-potential underachievers that we are..."

Maybe I should have told you guys before if you have not figured it out already that I am an extremely blunt person. Thankfully, I have a predominately female demographic that reads this blog so the women would be more likely to understand where I am coming from. So here is the question I have for you women out there. (and men if you have some insight)

My question is this, why does it seem like there is such an influx of young women of the "Millenium Generation" that jump into the adult entertainment industry (the "Industry" from here on out) right after they become age-appropriate for the job? And to add to that question, why is this form of employment becoming such an easily concievable choice for a first job? Can they even hack it?

***I do not know if "Millenium Generation is a real coined term or not, if not it is now. My loose definition of the "Millenium Generation" is simply this:people that were born roughly in the early 1980's up until around the mid 1990's.***

           

            I ask this because I do fall in this category and I had different aspirations rather than becoming a stripper. I became a dancer because of a few reasons. One of the main ones (I'm not going to lie) was because the hot pole goddess Daisy mesmerized and recruited me, and the second, but very important reason was because I had gotten fired from QuikMart and had car payments to make. I was living out of my van at the time so I had to find a job fast.

            I cannot give estimates or percentages but the vast majority of my female friends that are not yet 19 aspire to being in the adult entertainment industry in some way or another. Alot of my friends that are of age to dance are in the industry. More and more girls everyday are going to the club to try out even the day after they are old enough for the job, and in some places before they are old enough. I do not approve of girls becoming strippers for their first job.  Of course I have no problem seeing women become more confident in their bodies and strength as women but I do think that it is unfortunate that many of our highly intelligent girls and women end up in a employment position they are 100 times better than.

            I started my work career at 18 like most people after high school. My mother made me get a job before I was reacclimated to living in the United States. (I was sent to a Christian Reform school in the Dominican Republic for 2 1/2 years...another day). I was working a month after I moved here at the call center my mother ran. I worked there for over a year and we were all laid off. I kept to the call center thing for awhile til I got fired from TeleTech and went into food service. I went through about 10 jobs and a few homeless stints selling weed before I became a stripper. Like I said in "My Stripping Origins" post I never thought that I had the mentality to be a hustling stripper. When I was homeless I would get mistaken for a little boy alot. (I was sporting a mohawk though) so I was also not too keen on looking girly. It was not until 2 years ago when I met one of the loves of my life Alexa that I became girly again. This was the first time a girl played "my-size barbie" with me. So I decided to dress more like a girl but still having my little boy days when I feel like it, and you know what I still do when I am lazy. Anyway, I always loved strippers just never thought I could be one. I had guys that were best friends but I did not know if I could convincingly lead a guy on to buy an ass-load of dances from me when I am really gay and a REALLY bad liar. In fact, a couple of customers have called me out on being more gay than straight. And as much as guys fantasize about lesbians they want someone dancing on them only if they can imagine that girl wanting to fuck him. So sometimes I was screwed. But having a topless Daisy to look at all night was helpful in getting me to work everyday.

            I have to say I do not think that this is a good first job. The girls that have been dancing for 6, 7, 10 years, this is usually their first job and they end up stuck with it. Some of these tenured girls are smart and go to school for a career and pay for it by stripping. POWER TO YOU GIRLS! This is not a career you can do forever unfortunately. No one wants to buy a dance off of a 50 year-old, post-menopausal saggy-boobed, mid-life crisis. If a girl can to stick to this job,it is for about 10 years. So if you start at 19-years-old, like the age in the state of Arizona, you are probably going to be retired by 30. Exotic dancing does not teach you good cooperation skills with your co-workers, in fact it may be detrimental to some types of employment that rely on teamwork, instead of being individually competitive. Also, it is very hard to get a job after being a stripper in some cases. Some employers want to know what you were doing as an "Independant contractor".

            Unfortunately the youth at my reform school, including me were labeled as is "high-potential, underachievers". This means that we are the generation that was promised greatness, however we easily realized that we are ultimately powerless and our forefathers really had high expectations of us, it became difficult for people in my generation to genuinely succeed. We were offerred everything, modern medicine, technology, the works, and unfortunately the mistakes of the older generations. It also means that even though this catergory of young adults are very intelligent and have the means to do great things in this world, maybe we were stunted in our adult growth to keep us from achieving our highest potential, may that be the economy, our parents and uprbringing or our own personal insecurities. They told us we were the future, the innovators, and all that other bullshit they fed us in elementary school, one day thinking we would be able to fix all the problems they made while we were children. I was in 8th grade when 9/11 happened so the war started soon after. Slowly during this war our economy started to fail. "THANKS BUSH!" This led to our recession that we are neck-deep in now. Now in Arizona we have one of the highest unemployment rates in the country. We have one of the largest populations under the poverty line in Tucson and the housing is horrible right now too. So what is a girl to do in this hard recession....get good money taking my clothes off that's what.

            Also, the pop-culture influence since our generation started watching television and listening to the radio has shaped men and women alike but has definately affected women in what is attractive or not. Diets, plastic surgery, the types of men they should be attracted to, these are all some kind of general consenus on the female mentality. Alot of girls become dancers because they have dressed like hookers since they were 13 and they are used to this kind of attention from men. Maybe that is because they are exposed to it due to television and the net. Maybe they were abused. Who knows? But at this time, I do believe that there are a few core issues influencing girls today. The girls that are used to the attention; they use that ability to attract men at the club. I think this is awesome as long as you do it because you are confident in yourself as a woman, not because you crave the negative attention.

            An unfortunate reason younger girls end up as strippers and other parts of the industry is they are pretty much being pimped out by their significant others. I had a friend whose boyfriend would beat her and take all of her money. If she did not make enough money for his liking that day he would reprimand her and beat her. So an unfortunate truth but girls are also forced into this line of work. This is one of the only jobs where you can be your own boss! It's one of the perks of the job, yet even this is being taken away from women and they are thrust into the lifestyle until they can find a way to leave the abusive boyfriend/girlfriend.

            Lastly, the strip club is not nearly as taboo as it used to be. Parents go with their kids when they become of age, younger people are going and so inevitably younger people will be working. Sexuality in general is becoming less taboo. My view may be a little skewed since my view on sexuality became less taboo itself when I moved out of the Bible Belt. But more and more people, especially females are becoming more comfortable with sexuality, bi-sexuality to be more specific. But, on a Friday late night at Ten's I would be lucky to go onstage 3 times between 9pm and 2am. The numbers and the demographic are definately expanding. There are about 50 girls working at the same time! And now the strip clubs are definately feeling the recession because more girls are working so there is less money to go around. Less guys are tipping when they can have a pitcher and look at titties on the stage that they don't necessarly have to pay to see.

            So  Bad economy=more girls stripping

                  Bad economy=men spending less

                  More girls stripping=less money to go around

                   So we have guys spending too little of money to go around to the girls.

            It is not fair but thanks to the economy there are going to be plenty of girls working because they cannot get hired anywhere else. I think the economy is the biggest reason why younger women are getting into the industry but my other points show that there are multiple factors for young women, including me.

Panty snatchers, peeping Toms, and the Dick in VIP

     So it has been a minute since I have put up a real post and now that I am fully healed you will have some new stories hopefully next week, since I will be starting again this Friday. But for now you will have some funny stories from the past to laugh about. And I apologize in advance, I'm writing this on the fly.
     So there are some of these guys in strip clubs that come there and get hammered and I mean hammered! I came down from getting ready in the dressing room and saw Daisy sitting with this guy so I came over to say hello to her and check in with the DJ. Daisy had do go up on stage so she asked me to keep her customer company (and hopefully get a few dances of this guy). I talk with him a little bit, he oders me a drink and pretty much the entire time he is talking about his horrible relationship with his wife, and she calls him while I am sitting on his lap. (giggle giggle) This guy is already slurring his words he is so drunk. He seemed like a nice enough guy just drowning his sorrow in liquor and topless girls. So he buys one dance off of me and then I have to go up on stage. I do my set on main stage and go over to the second stage and by second stage I am usually too lazy to put my top back on for that set and just do the entire thing topless. (and the fact that I am usually very sweaty after my first stage) The only thing I am wearing is a red g-string. Well drunk guy comes up to me dollar eagerly in hand about to put it in my g-string when he pulls down the front of my g-string almost completely taking off my g to tip me. I stand up and cuss the guy out saying "You can't do that motherfucker!" or something along those lines. Luckily the security at Ten's is very good and not 3 seconds later one of the bouncers had him by the arm and said to him "You cannot disprespect our dancers like that!" Dude I hope not he got a nice full view of my snatch! I know its a nice snatch but its kinda taken....Needless to say he was kicked out of the club.
     So the next instance that sticks out in my mind of funny things happening at the club is the time I actually had a peeping tom. I had to pee so I scampered into the bathroom and I sitting there...by myself and I hear the door open and I look under and see these red basketball shorts and shoes run into the stall next to me. Now I know that this is not a chick, not even a butch lesbian. My radar would have gone off. So I look under the stall to see shoes...nope no shoes. So then I look up and I see a mans face looking down on me. Stupid little pee fetish boy.  So after I cuss him out he runs out of the bathroom into the guys bathroom and I walk out and find a bouncer and describe the guy and tell him where he went and I standing there laughing my ass off. The manager just looks at me and says "Well I'm glad that you are taking this ok." I told him I thought it was one of the funniest things ever.
     So this one is not as funny but it is something you should watch out for. The DICK in the VIP. So this guy had paid the DJ money to request a certain song. I happened to be the one on stage for this song so the guy came up to me and tipped me 10 on stage so of course I go see him afterwards. He asks right away if I want to go to the VIP I say yes. I dance 5 songs for this guy but its strange because he really only wants me to do the "hummer" on him. In the middle of the 5th song he whips his dick out of his pants and asks me to "suck on his head for a bit" I say "HELL NO!" Well I didn't say that I told him to put it away and that I would finish the song for him but I would go tell a bouncer if he did it again. I wanted my money and this is why you don't stack dances. I got my money though he was reluctant to finish the song but did.

So these are some of the guys you should look out for!

MY READERS ARE SO NICE TO ME!!

One of my friends from Ten's wrote this to me the other day and it made me feel so good about doing this blog. I hope she won't be mad I posted what she said but I am keeping her anonymous...unless she wants to out herself :-)

"I have to say I truly enjoy your blog. Its truthful and straight to the point. Not to mention your extremely honest about the business. You have been through so much turmoil and deep sorrow in your life and by publishing the hardships and mentioning the friendships offers so much honesty and support to young girls who are having the same stuggles as you. Offering your story as well as advice to the young sexually frustrated youth that may possibly turn to the adult industry. You offer perspective about the many issues that can partake in the sex industry. Stay honest and i support you if you need any pointers or help please let me know."

So thank you to all my readers. I know I have been a little slow about my posts but next week I will be working on one after I get done taking care of a couple of warrants I have....:-( not to worry I will be back soon. Maybe with some funny stories about how strippers behave in jail ;-)

Out in the desert with my gay brothers and sisters.

     So, this blog is going to be a little different due to the trip I am currently on. I have been with this group called "Eon Youth Lounge" since I was 19 years old. They are a GLBTQ (Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgender and Queer) center for youth ages 13-23. I am one of the oldest students being 23. This is my last retreat. I went two years ago and we are at the same place as we were then. We drove out to Oracle and stayed at the C.O.D. Ranch. Eon has been there for me through thick and thin. They have been with me through my homelessness and my drug and alcohol abuse and really supported me in my decision to become a stripper. So I am here out in the middle of the desert sitting around a fire pit writing this blog after the first day of our Youth Leadership Retreat.

Day 1
     It was a nice little over an hour drive out to the Ranch and we settled into our bunk cabins. They were not as nice as the cabins we had when I went before but this place is still nice. We have 5-6 staff with us and about 12-15 students. Since I am 23 the staff asked me to be a Leader (funny this is a leadership retreat) to the other students and just hold them accountable and lead through my good example....hehehe. Some of these kids are obnoxious but hey they are kids, and of course I am trying to not be sterotypical but gays can be twice as obnoxious. We did a game to learn everyones names, which sucks because I still do not know all these kids names. We also did an art project about mirrors, we took aluminum foil and made mirrors on poster board and images or words that describe how we percieve ourselves. Im sure that we will do more with these "mirrors". We then went to go get chow. And OH WAS THIS FOOD GOOD! The last time I came to the ranch the food was supurb and ended up going home with two gallons of gaspacho. (spelling?) We had fajitas, and they had tofu fajitas for the vegetarians in the group. After dinner we played volleyball with this deflated soccerball and I have to tell you watching a whole bunch of queens play volleyball is very very funny. I think the ball ended up in the scorpion infested bushes more than on the court! We then went back to doing workshops where we made our "coming out candles". We also did this the year I came before where we cut out things from magazines and paste them on the large candles you can buy in any Mexican food mart in Tucson. We then proceeded to tell 5 minute versions of our come out stories. Maybe another day I will post mine in full detail...a coming out story is really longer than 5 minutes. After which we did some light meditation and led me to free time in which I got to start this blog.
      Especially at this retreat which I was glad to see in comparison to the other reatreat was the fact that we had transgender staff and students in our group this time. Transgender was a little new to me when I first started at Eon but now that I am more aware of them and know some of them personally, some for years now, I am able to relate alot to them as well. When I was a child and first came out to one of my best friends the only way I could equate me liking girls meant that I was supposed to be born a boy. I was always a tomboy and dressed and acted like one. But as I became older I embraced being an androgynous bi-sexual, then lesbian, and now a sometimes polyamorous lover depending on the girl and her man involved. My last meaningful relationship was a polyamorous one with Daisy and Ray, it was a sometimes tumultuous relationship but we are all still close though they are now states away. 

Day 2
      So when I thought that this was not going to be that interesting of a post was I wrong. So I had developed this sunburn blistered looking rash on my side and was going towards my back. I know sooo not sexy for a stripper to be saying all this but it is slightly strange. Right now I am sitting in the examination room for TMC Hospital. I was not able to sleep at all last night due to this extreme itching on my side and back and told a staff member and showed them this rash. One of our staff also happened to be really sick and was going home early so I caught a ride with her and her girlfriend. They drop me off at the hospital and I wait forever to get seen by triage and now everything seems to be going smoother. However when I was seeing a nurse in triage I asked her what she thought it may be because I was scared to death it was a staff infection. She informs me politely that she is not a doctor but it looks like shingles to her. "What the fuck is shingles?" She then tells me it is a dormant virus in your body  from having chicken pox. "So I have had this in my body since I was in first grade???" Yup, and just now the virus rears its ugly head. Well at least it is good to know that I am not contagious if it is shingles but I still have yet to see the doctor, I will let you know more in a few short minutes (for me anyway, you get to read this continuously)
about 10 minutes later....
      So I finally get seen by a nurse practioner and she takes one look at my rash and tells me it is shingles....ok at least i do not have something totally crazy. They were able to buy me my antiviral medications and I will be fine. I was hopefully trying to get back to Ten's and if the rash is not fully healed by then I am going to walk in totally sober and talk to them about what  is going on. I need to earn money and I know Ten's can do it for me. So for now I am taking my meds and seeing whAT it will do b4 then but we shall see...So hopefully they will hire me back and let me get back into gear!!

My Ultimate Weapon the Sexual Orientation Jedi Mind-fuck and other things you should know

Some of these things I learned the hard way....

1)Don't fuck your co-workers from the club.
     - I hope I do not have to say not to have sex with your clients....
     - If you do end up in a relationship with a dancer/male co-worker, make sure you are only with that person unless you have established an open relationship.
     - Don't hook up with people that have narcotic habits.

2)NEVER give out your locker combination.
     -EXEPTION: to a trusted friend when you are way too trashed to dress yourself let alone open your locker.
     - Managers usually have your locker combonations on file in the office, ask a manager to help you.

3)NEVER stack dances, collect after every three at the most. You will get robbed eventually.

4)Be the responsible big sister
     - Be the first to volunteer to take a missed stage=>more $ for you!
     - Act like your clients date, pour his drinks when the waitress is not there.
     - Help train the fresh meat when a manager asks you. It means he thinks you are responsible enough.

5)TEAMWORK!    
     - Have a favorite waitress and bouncer that you refer your clients to, they will help you more later.
     -Typical tip-out=> 15% after house fee + VIP tipouts. Pay more when you can, it will pay off.

6)Private Clients 101 (not condoned or recommended)
     - Confidentiality (hopefully no explanation necessary.
     - Bring security with you, always have someone there who knows the exact time you will be exiting that door.
     - If you get ANY feeling like you should leave because of your safety.....just LEAVE!
     -Again I hope this is something I do not have to remind people but if you are one of those girls that have sex with clients, being "call girls" or "escorts" please please please!!! be on BIRTH CONTROL AND USE CONDOMS. No ifs ands or buts about it girls!

7)Beware of the comfy couches.
     -Do not drink and sit on the really comfy couches you will fall asleep and get a one-way ticket to going home.

8)If you really want to get good at trick-poling, take a class, eat well, do not drink too much and take vitamins.

9)Heels break ladies! We put lots of wear and tear on those stilts they call shoes, have extra pairs in your locker.

10)Co-worker relations.
     - Yes you are competing against eachother but its like any other job where you have to work with people. JUST GET ALONG GIRLS!!!

***) Let me expand now on the title...I realize we all lie in the adult entertainment industry. All of us have made up stripper personas to make us more sexy. But I think its hilarious none of these guys suspect a lesbian works in a strip club...muah hahaha I have fooled you all!

My new outfits for work!

My Stripping Origins-PART 2

So Part 2 eh...well where did we leave off. I was cornered by Daisy's ex-girlfriend when she realized that I was Daisy's new playtoy. So I was still very confused the next morning as to what I wanted to do. My roommate offerred to front me the money to buy a pair of heels and a couple of outfits so I could go audition if I decided to do so. However I always thought of myself as the girl who wished she had the balls (metaphorically speaking) to be a stripper. I always envisioned dancers as strong-willed women who knew exactly what they wanted and demanded it because they feel a sense of entitlement. They are beautiful and strong and get whatever they want, while I am usually very shy and indecisive. I also have a serious fear of rejection, something that you cannot show in a strip club. The girls will walk all over you and steal your customers under your nose, steal from you, give you misinformation and snitch on you at any given oppurtunity. The only advantage I had in this situation was the fact that I was friends with one of the most tenured dancers in the club. The other main quality I was lacking that falls in with the fear of rejection is that I have very little confidence in myself sometimes. But I do have to tell you girls (and maybe some gents out there) that dancing boosted my confidence higher than it has ever been.
    So I did (obviously) decide to audition. My roommate and I went to Fascinations where I opened my entertainer's account which gives me a 15% discount on all lingere and other stripperwear. I walk into the club around 3pm. One of the day managers who I did not know was working. I just told him that I had filled out an application the night before and talked to Andrew who said that he would hire me "on the spot". The manager again does a once over me and agrees. So scared shitless he shows me up to the locker room upstairs where I start to get dressed. I am sitting up there alone shaking horribly while trying to put on my 6-inch heels. By the way, I have worn heels once before in my life and they were short little 2-inch heels when I went to a Christmas formal in high school. I have never been that girly, I did not like wearing dresses. I was a tom-boy all throughout high school and the only reason I had "femm-ed up" was because of the last girlfriend that I had that liked to play "my-size barbie", and she had turned me into being a girly girl sometimes. So I'm sitting there shakling and this girl comes into the locker room and she is wearing this pink playmate outfit. She turns to me and sees me having trouble putting on my heels and in the sweetest, most welcoming voice she asks,
    [Bunny]"Are you new?"
    [ME]*shakes head vigorously up and down* "Yeah..."
    [Bunny]"Well my name is Bunny, do you want me to talk to the manager and see if I can get off of rotation and help you out?"
    [ME]"That would be amazing. I don't even know how to walk in heels."
    [Bunny]"Ok, when you are done we shall go together and talk to the manager if I can help you practice on the rickety pole we have up here."
    So I after a few minutes of fumbling, I finally get my shoes on and she shows me how to walk in my heels. I'm trying to cross my feet slightly as I walk without falling down and hold onto the rail on the stairs for dear life. I don't want to fall before I even get on that stage. She goes and asks Vincent the manager on duty if she can show me the ropes and tell me the prices, areas and whatnot. He does not see a problem with that. In fact the managers encourage the tenured dancers to take new ones under they're wing if they are comfortable. I was being asked to train new girls after I had only been there a month. Oh and by the way my roommate was staying for my audition dance and I felt awkward because he is a guy but comfortable at the same time because there was someone there that I knew. So Bunny and I go out for a cigarette to calm my nerves before we go back upstairs to try out the pole.
    The pole upstairs is a spinner pole that is not anchored at the top. Bunny tells me, "If you can learn to dance on this piece of shit you can dance on any pole." If you pull to much weight on the pole after a spin the base will actually shift and its kinda scary and the box you dance on is very very small. It's like 4 feet x 4 feet. Ridiculous. So she teaches me a couple spins up there, and then she asks me to wait for a good song and do a pole dance for her. I am so embarrassed. She wants me to dance, which is something I could not even do with my ex-girlfriend at a party unless I was drunk. I DO NOT DANCE IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. I had a traumatic experience as a 4-year old in ballet. We were dressed as elephants in tu-tus as the theme for the recital was "Under the Big Top" and we were supposed to run around in a circle on the stage and little me stands right in the middle of the stage, jaw wide open, staring like a deer in headlights, for the rest of the dance and then I just bolt off the stage. My grandmother made like 30 copies of the tape and sent it to EVERY living member of the family. Haunted me forever. So Bunny sits with me and my roommate and she asks me if I mind if she does some dances for him. I told her that he is not going to get any from me so I don't care. I down 4 shots of Patron before I get my skinny ass on that stage.
    I just tried to keep moving and a common mistake for new dancers is that they dance too fast and the customers get kind of overwhelmed but I kept thinking that if I slowed down the guys would see how bad I was shaking and not do well. Bunny came and tipped me first which made me feel alot more comfortable dancing for girls. It kinda got me started in my groove. I only made like $3 on my first stage but it was not that bad once I got started. My roommate kept buying me and Bunny drinks and finally Daisy gets there around 5 or 6 which made me feel somewhat more nervous because now this extremely hot girl is going to see me dance like a fool on a pole. She gave me some advice to slow down but I was still so nervous that they would see me shake.
    There was this 20-something boy with red plastic rimmed glasses sitting directly in front of main stage and he tipped me when I was on main stage for my second set and so I try to press down the fear in my gut and approach him and ask for a dance. He actually says yes!
    [HIM]"So how long have you been dancing here?"
    [ME]"Actually this is my first day."
    [HIM]"Really? You are pretty good."
    [ME]*blushes* "So would you like to buy a dance?" I ask as I try to put my arm around his shoulder I accidentally smack him in the face with my elbow, hitting him in the glasses. I am soooo embarrassed at this point but he and his friends just laugh at my clumsiness and I start dancing for him. He actually buys 3 dances off of me and I have seen him since then but I guess he only likes dances off of new girls because I have never gotten one from him again. Or maybe he is just scared that I will abuse him some more.
    I go smoke and walk into the bathroom and who do I see but a heavily intoxicated Daisy having a serious amount of trouble putting her top back on. "I just had a bottle of champagne in the VIP." she tells me. I just giggle as I tie her top back on for her. I come back in the bathroom about an hour later, as I have to break the seal again. As it was my first night I was drinking pretty heavily out of nervousness. I see her in there again and she is even more plastered as she had polished off another bottle of champagne with her customer up in the VIP. Again I help her put her top back on and watch her shuffle back up the stairs to the VIP room.
    I stayed until closing. And I made about $100 on my first night. No too bad I thought. I had already decided in my mind that if I don't make a semi-substantial amount of money that stripping was not for me. But I had so much positive reinforcement from my friends that my confidence had improved. And for a minute I did feel like that strong-willed woman that was entitled to the money these guys were spending. I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROOOOAR!! My roommate had already left before midnight leaving me to work on my own. Daisy had already left to go to the casino for her and her boyfriends birthdays as they are like 3 days apart. I drive myself (a little intoxicated) back to my apartment on the north east side and once I pull in the driveway I decide to call up Daisy. Her boyfriend Ray picks up the phone and asks what I am doing. I tell him I had just pulled up at home. He tells me I should drive down to the Desert Diamond Casino and hang out with them for their birthdays. Impulsively I say YES!
    I go into my apartment though to tell my roommate that I'm heading down to the casino to meet up with Daisy and Ray and he tells me that I should not go because I am already pretty drunk. But since I am drunk and my mind had been made up. I put some clothes in my back pack and get back in my van and drive (very carefully) down to the other side of town to get to the casino.
    I meet them at the Black Jack table and Paul orders us some drinks and gives me $50 to gamble for them. After they lost the money they had on them and I was up $30 we go to their hotel room for drinks. Daisy tells me that she invited one of our mutual friends that also works at Ten's, Island. Remember the "falling strippers" post? So we go back down to the casino floor and wait near the bathrooms for her. Island passes right by me at the door to go into the bathroom and does not even recognize me. Daisy is at the sink and when Island gets out of the stall and starts washing her hands I come up behind her and kick in the butt lightly. She spins around finally recognizing me.
    [Island]"Syd?! I know her (Daisy) from work...How do you guys know eachother?"
    [Me]"Well now you know me from work too."
    [Island]"What?"
    [Daisy]"She works at Ten's now."
    [Island]"As a dancer?"
    [Me]"Yeah, its her fault." *pointing to Daisy*
    [Daisy]*smiles*
    So we make our way out of the bathroom. I see that Island is still dating the same guy. (who she is still with now, they are such a cute couple it kinda makes me puke in my mouth a little bit.) We all go back up to the hotel room and smoke and drink with Island and her boyfriend. Unfortunately they do not stay too long just a couple of hours. After they leave we end up back at the Black Jack table and for some reason I am having amazing beginner's luck. I had never been to a casino before, never gambled before and Daisy was more than excited for "popping my casino cherry". All of a sudden it is like 6 am and we decide that we want to go swimming. I do not have any swim wear with me. I was not prepared for that. Ray goes down to the gift shop and buy me and Daisy matching tank tops and shorts to go swimming in. We end up in the jacuzzi and me and Daisy just start making out and all of a sudden we are topless in the jacuzzi and Ray is taking pictures. I still have one of them. I love it, it makes me smile every time I see it. I will never forget my first time at the casino. Thanks Daisy and Ray! I am so tired and sore from the night before. Even though I was in flats I still felt like I was walking in 6-inch heels. And then I feel this pain on the inside of my thigh. Daisy pulls my jeans off to see a bruise the size of Texas. Her jaw drops. "What the fuck did you do?"
    [Me]"I don't know. Obviously I did something wrong but I was a little intoxicated last night and I guess I hit that pole a little too hard."
    She tells me that I am definately not going to work that day and calls the manager and tells him that she has kidnapped me and tied me to the bed. Not kidding! That was always her excuse for my bruises. "Tell them that I did that to you." Thanks Daisy. So it is like noon and we have not slept. Daisy is still running on energy drinks and I am passed out on the bed. They go out and gamble and I finally wake up a couple hours later when they come back in. Ray leaves to go somewhere, I do not remember where and Daisy starts putting the moves on me and we are totally going at it when Ray walks in. I just freeze up but she tells me not to worry. And then he starts taking pictures! I hope to god those are not on the net anywhere Ray! So I spent two wonderful nights with Daisy and Ray just having a blast at the casino. The afternoon after the second night I take them home to their apartment. And that concludes Daisy bringing me into the world of stripperdom. Thank you Daisy you have definately changed my life forever. And you too Ray. I will never forget you guys. Please stay tuned for more of my antics in the club. They only get weirder.