I Never Realized How Hot I Was
Until I Worked At A Strip Club
My friends and I have had our share of strip club-hopping in the years before. We would go out to drink, meet people, and somehow always end up in one. So, after one of our visits, I was curious as to whether or not I could become a performer.
Exotic dancers were beautiful, seductive, and, best of all, confident. From the sexy attire, to the way that they worked the room was all magic; I was intrigued to try it.
The only thing holding me back was myself. I’m an introvert and a little bit shy until you get to know me. I usually wear my hair up in a ponytail and wear loose-fitting clothing. My waist could be smaller, my breast a lot bigger, and so on.
Either way, I had decided to audition. I walked in on a Friday night, where I could already see the parking lot was full and I was greeted by a girl collecting money at the front desk. I told her I was there to apply for a job, and she responded that they usually don’t audition girls on busy nights but that they would make an exception.
My stomach turned knots as I waited to meet the manager, and I even debated walking out before he appeared with an application form. We sat at a back table as he asked me questions about experience and other items that I don’t even remember because I was sidetracked by how big and scary the crowd looked.
He must have seen the nervousness on my face because he offered me a drink before telling me I’d be auditioning next after I completed my forms. “Next?!!” I asked. He smiled and said, “Yes, you’ll change in locker rooms located through the door behind you and go on stage for three songs.”
My anxiety seemed to shoot sky-high. “Was I going through with this?” I quickly downed the shot and got ready for my performance that I had practiced the night before. I changed into a black and nude lingerie set, took my hair down, and strapped on some heels.
I could hear my heartbeat over the music as I walked on stage. There were about 20 people seated right in front, and I just repeated to myself, “just dance like no one is watching.” I’m a natural dancer, so that part was easy. The hard part was getting topless and pretending it was no big deal. I mean, I had gone topless on boats and beaches before. So what was the big fuss? Once my bra hit the floor, I got into the groove of the music, and it was over before I knew it.
I was hired that very night and made more money in one day that I could have ever imagined. Every guy and even a pair of couples wanted my attention. I spent time with as many clients as I could. Some even signed up to come the very next day. The compliments were plentiful. I had never blushed so much.
In just one night, I learned that my ass was amazing, my breast was to die for, and my body was just perfect — all exact quotes and compliments from customers, that is. Men were not only throwing themselves but also their wallets at me. I never knew I had this kind of power and sex appeal.
With the upcoming school year demanding my full attention, I was only able to work for three months, but within that time, not only was I able to pay off half my school debt, but the confidence I gained will forever be instilled within me because hey, ‘I’m hot!’
