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Archive name: stripper.txt (MF, F-exh, preg)
Authors name: Tamara (address defunct)
Story title : Stripper Tells All
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Stripper Tells All (MF, F-exh, preg)
by Tamara (address defunct)
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Hi! My name is Tamara, and I have been an exotic dancer
(i.e. stripper) for the past seven years. I'm 26 years
of age, and would like to share part of my story with
any of you who wish to read on.
-- --
I first started to realize that showing off my body, and
having others look at it, was a real turn-on for me back
in high school. I joined the cheerleading squad as a
sophomore, and was the co-captain during my senior year.
Our football team was horrible, but the basketball team
was pretty good. Nonetheless, I enjoyed cheering for
both, equally.
I really loved it when I would catch spectators in the
audience eyeing me. I would look back at them, while in
my dance routine, and if they continued to stare... then
I would turn a little flirtatious. It just really made
me hot to know that someone was more interested in
watching me prance around in my little uniform, rather
than pay attention to the game... what they paid for in
the first place. I got some really hot dates this way
too!
Growing up in California, it was always easy for me to
show off my body. I used to go down to the beach every
day in the summer, and would flirt with guys while
wearing a string bikini or barely-there swimsuit.
But after graduating from high school, I decided to
attend a major college in Arizona. There, I was accepted
onto the cheerleading squad, and that kept me busy
during football and basketball seasons. There were, for
instance, 40,000 or so spectators in the stands for a
football game. But, I always pretended all of them were
watching me, not the game. I pretended that they wanted
me. And, the feelings always made me feel hot inside.
After the basketball season ended in my freshman year,
there would be no more cheerleading for several months.
This depressed me. I was talking with my friend, Brandy,
one evening about how much I liked being a cheerleader,
and how much I would miss it. Brandy said that if I
really enjoyed showing off my body, I should look into
becoming an exotic/nude dancer.
Brandy said that she worked at an upscale club in an
Arizona city, and they were looking for new "talent". I
never really thought of being a stripper before, but
once Brandy flashed $300 or so at me (her earnings from
her last evening of work, she claimed), I decided to
give it a try.
Brandy escorted me to the club and introduced me to the
manager. He talked to me, but the most distinct thing I
remember about that evening was the light in the
building. There were lights everywhere, all different
colors, and the music was blasting. Women decked out in
skimpy dresses and outfits, or stripped down to a G-
string, dancing around on the various stages. It was
like a wild party!
I went to the manager's office, and he interviewed and
then hired me. Being a cheerleader and having a
background in dancing really helped me in learning how
to become a bona-fide stripper. I was on stage within a
week after taking part in practices.
I will never forget my first evening on the stage. The
emcee told the customers to go "easy on me", because it
was my initial performance. I was wearing a tight-
fitting red dress with white polka dots, and the hemline
was cut so that half of my ass was exposed. I wore an
orange G-string under the dress, along with spiked high-
heels, and nothing else.
By the time I had swayed and sashayed around the stage,
my dress off and tossed elsewhere, I remember just a
load of dollar bills being thrown in my direction. I
dropped to my knees and continued to dance, gyrating my
pelvis, and it seemed as though even more money was
being thrown in my direction. It was incredible!
When my routine was over, I gathered up all the money
and went back to the dressing room. I simply could not
believe it : $52 in tips, just for one performance!
I went out and waited tables in the club's standard
French maid outfit for about two hours and picked up
some more tips, before going backstage once again.
I put on a new outfit and went back onto the stage, then
stripped once again. $71 in tips, for my second dance
performance.
My total earnings from that night, base pay and tips,
was almost $250. I remembered making $250 in TWO WEEKS
once back in high school, when working a bunch of
overtime hours at the diner. Yet, I had made that much
in one night, as an exotic dancer. If I knew I could
make this much cash in just one evening, I would have
become an exotic dancer the very day I turned 18.
And I planned on doing this five nights each week!
-- --
As I became more experienced, it seemed as though I
could entice more and more money from the customers. I
do not know if the average person realizes how much an
exotic dancer can make in one evening, but here I was,
as a 19-year-old, making an average of $400 per night.
My best night, while attending college, was $783 :
believe it or not! Sometimes it's still hard for me to
believe.
-- --
Unfortunately, my former boyfriend and I were not
careful one evening, and he wound up getting me
pregnant. This happened when I was 20, a year or so
after I had gotten into stripping.
Ken (former boyfriend's name) kind of freaked out, and
said that he wanted me to get rid of the baby before it
was born (abortion). I told him no way, and a big
argument ensued. We argued for days, and it soon turned
into weeks. Finally, I told him to get lost... I would
take care of the baby once he or she was born. After
all, I had built up a pretty nice bank account.
The idiot left and subsequently disappeared.
But, I had to live off that bank account for over a
year. I also had to drop out of college : it would have
been too embarrassing to be my age at that time, walking
around pregnant, in college, I also had to put my
dancing career on hold. How many pregnant strippers do
you see?
Eric was born on July 21, 1991 : I was 21. I wanted very
badly to get back into stripping, but the club I had
worked at for so long didn't have any current openings.
I had gone to the local health club almost every day for
several months after the baby was born, working myself
back into "showgirl shape".
I applied with a few other clubs and was finally hired
at one. This one paid even more money than the other,
and the tips were better. Of course, I had to do more.
-- --
While Eric stayed with a babysitter, I danced and
pranced my way to an average of $1,000 per night, three
evenings each week. The music and light show in this
club was spectacular, but I really enjoyed the new
experience of the private dance. That is where my main
money came from.
Eager men, most of them twice my age, would give me
handfuls of cash each evening for a private dance. I
would, in turn, sit them down upon a sofa, and then
strip right in front of them. My act also included
leaning down close, to where my body was just inches
away from theirs. I would dangle one of my large breasts
just an inch or two from their quivering mouth : but
each knew they were not allowed to touch (although, some
did).
If I felt the customer was nice, I would give an added
bonus : taking a seat in his lap, and then engaging in a
friendly conversation for five minutes. This type of
contact was allowed, as long as it didn't escalate to
anything more.
I could tell that having a busty, nude blonde such as
myself in a man's lap really turned them on. They handed
even more money over.
I got the idea that a lot of men would enjoy having
their picture taken with an exotic dancer, such as
myself. Thus, I started charging (and still do today)
$10 for one Polaroid picture, or three pictures for $25.
I am almost always down to a G-string and spiked heels,
and then pose and smile with the man/customer while
another dancer takes our picture together.
A few months after I started offering this service, one
of my friends suggested that someone had probably made
their photograph into a computer image, and had most
likely spread it throughout the Internet. That did not
bother me. As you probably can tell, I'm not the shy or
reserved type!
I found that my body was a very powerful elixir. Money
just seemed to be pouring in from everywhere. Money,
which I would use to create a comfortable lifestyle for
not only myself, but my newborn son as well.
-- --
A lot of people who are against my type of lifestyle
claim that it exploits women. I do not see it that way.
As an exotic dancer myself, I feel that it only exploits
the customers : men! We dancers do everything possible,
within legal limits, to get the most money out of each
customer. The men at gentlemen's clubs are exploited,
because they come with a lot of cash, but usually leave
with an empty wallet. Personally, I seduce with my body
movements, and flirt as much as possible... the money
being my reward.
Dancers do not take money from a customer. We just offer
longer dances... for more money. And, they usually give
us more money. It's a very simple yet manipulative type
of profession.
Today, I am obviously still a dancer. I'm 26, Eric is 5,
and I have been in my current career for seven years now
(as stated earlier). My son is the main focus of my
life. I love him, just as any mother loves her
child(ren).
Just about the only part I dislike about being an exotic
dancer is picking Eric up each day at school. That may
not sound right, but let me explain.
He goes to afternoon kindergarten, and I drop him off
each day at noon. And most of the time, I look like a
mess. (For Example) My hair is all frizzed out, I'm
wearing an old t-shirt, a pair of raggedy sweat pants
and dirt-stained sneakers. After I drop him off, I go
home and change.
The problem is, when I go back to school at 3:30 to pick
Eric up, all the other parents (mostly mothers) cannot
believe the transformation they see in me. For example,
I could be wearing an evening gown, my cleavage exposed.
My hair is styled perfectly; I'm wearing gobs of make-up
and perfume. The parents look at me with a question mark
on their face, wondering if this is the same woman who
showed up just a couple of hours earlier.
I stay in my car in the afternoons, and Eric knows to
walk over and get in himself. Eric is only 5, but has
seen me in these types of outfits his entire life. It's
nothing to him. A sequin gown or a lacey mini-dress are
like normal clothes for me to wear, he thinks. He does
not know that I am an exotic dancer, and I'm not sure
the other parents and teachers know either.
I don't like their looks; as if they are saying "Where
are you going? Why are you dressed that way?". No one
has ever asked, likely because no one could feel
comfortable asking me such a question. I don't converse
with any of the "lookers" at Eric's school... I'm never
left open to such a question.
You may be wondering why I dress for work before picking
my son up. Well, I have to. The morning kindergarten
classes are full, and my shift starts 30 minutes after
getting Eric each day. There would be no time for me to
get ready! So, I drive Eric home, and the baby-sitter is
always there outside, waiting for us. I leave him with
the babysitter, and then go to work... and stay from
4:00 in the afternoon until midnight. I only work three
days per week : Monday, Friday and Saturday. So, on the
weekends, I obviously do not have to contend with the
"lookers" at school.
But as I said earlier, the average person does not
realize how much an exotic dancer can make. I work three
days per week, and my average income has now skyrocketed
to $5,000 per week. I could earn that much in a day if I
truly wanted (legally, too), but I'm content (for now)
with my current earnings.
All I know is that I could be slaving away somewhere in
an office, involved in business (what I studied in
college), hoping that I could last until my next
paycheck. Instead, I am an exotic dancer, making in one
year what it may take five, six, seven+ years to
accumulate in an "ordinary" job.
I live in a beautiful home, and don't have to worry
about financial things. I don't have to worry if my son
will grow up healthy and right. And, at the same time,
my job is something that I truly enjoy. Yes, I like the
money, but I still enjoy the "showing off" aspect : just
as I did as a cheerleader back in high school.
-- --
I plan to continue my profession until the age of 30.
Then, I hope to "retire". My final year in the business
will be my most profitable. I intend to work five nights
per week, and save almost all of the money.
After that, I have visions of moving up north a bit,
into a place like Idaho, Utah or Montana. I've always
been intrigued about living in a wide-open area. I'll
buy a ranch, and get some animals to help keep Eric and
myself company. I could probably live off my life
savings if I wanted, but will get a job at some place
like a craft shop or country store : something relaxing,
that I'd like to do.
But, my ultimate goal is to find a loving husband, and
have two more children.
Any volunteers? ;-)
:: Tamara ::
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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