Long before my stripper career began, my conservative parents raised me to see my physical body as a burden. When I entered puberty and my lovely curves emerged, the one-sided and unwanted attention I got from men my father’s age got me into trouble at home. My mother often reminded me that if I ever even smiled at a man who was looking my way, the town would talk. …
Recently, I reflected on my time as a twenty-something-year-old stripper, and how different my career would’ve been if I started stripping as a thirty-something-year-old. I thought, well, at least I still have the body for it. (Shout out to my personal trainer, Rod.) But the truth is, my success as a stripper was never just about my looks. To be an exotic dancer, it takes so much more than blonde hair, perky tits, and a youthful presence.
Sure, I was tipped often on stage at the club because I had an ass that wouldn’t quit and a pearly Colgate-white smile…
Even before I became a stripper, I was always a social person, comfortable in even the most uncomfortable social settings. I always made new friends on vacation, with strangers while waiting in line for coffee, or at the strip club when I went in as an eager to spend client. (You can take the stripper out of the strip club, but you just can’t take the strip club out of the stripper. Just saying.)
Approaching strangers and making new friends was never a weak point of mine, which was very beneficial when my entire job and income depended on my…
I’ve danced for countless grooms during my time as a stripper in Las Vegas. I had a strict no house-call rule, meaning I danced only in the club. And in Sin City, there was more than enough bachelor action in the clubs. Bachelor parties happened multiple times a night, every night. I’ve danced for the father of the bride, the best friend of the bachelor, the nervous co-worker of the best man.
But nine times out of ten, it wasn’t enjoyable.
Granted, dancing for groups is always a risk. Bachelor party or not, a group of men (or women) can…
The undeniable curiosity around the lives of strippers has existed for as long as strippers have been around. Beautiful, seductive, intriguing sex workers who dance on strangers’ laps for a living — who wouldn’t want to know more?
Back in my stripper days, there weren’t many channels available for regular folk to discover what the typical day of a stripper looked like, but social media and a culture of personal branding has changed that.
Today, there are countless stripper YouTube channels, Instagram accounts, and blogs dedicated to showing what it’s like to be an exotic dancer. Celebrities like Cardi-B, Amber…
I grew up in a conservative home, in an equally conservative town, and my parents had my future planned out from a very early age; Marriage, children, and a corporate job, just like my mother and father. There’s no denying how lucky I was as a kid to have everything I needed. I went to church every Sunday with my family, had great grades in school, and competed in gymnastics in my free time. I was the baby, daddy’s little girl, and I lived to please my parents.
Naturally, when I entered puberty, and my body began changing — to…
Iwas an exotic dancer for three wonderful years (the fourth year was a miserable one) after I finished business school in my twenties. I traveled the world, paid off my student debt, got in the best physical shape of my life, and briefly dated a semi-famous actor. I let go of my conservative roots and found my inner sex goddess through exploration and sexual liberation. …
Over the last few months, as I’ve continued to write exclusively about the years I spent as a stripper in my early twenties, I’ve enjoyed the comments, feedback, and support I’ve received from many of you.
However, I’ve researched online for new questions to answer about my stripper life and I’ve found there are many anonymous questions online that I’m not asked in my comments. This makes me think that some of you may be shy in asking more about my life as a stripper, and the stripper world in general.
So, I’ve answered five questions below, with more to…
A person’s menstrual cycle can’t affect their job performance, I always thought. Even if their job is stripping down to a lace thong, spinning upside down on a 10-foot chrome pole, and putting their body in the hands of multiple horny strangers, right?
Okay, so maybe my job makes “going to work on my period” a bit unique.
Full disclosure, I’ve never worked at a fully nude gentlemen’s club, so my experience only speaks to being a topless dancer while on my period. I never had to remove my panties for a lap dance. …
True romance in the strip club does exist. I know because it’s happened to me.
When I first started dancing, I fell hard in love with one of my clients. Although our love story did not have a happy ending, I know many strippers who have met their significant others in the club. I once attended a lavish wedding between a dancer coworker and her former client. They had a baby shortly after, and they’re still together to this day. It’s not unheard of.
Romance exists in the club because the services we provide as exotic entertainers are part of…