Dance the Night Away

The other day a funny memory flashed through my mind, and I felt compelled to share it here. A fond time in my life was a few years ago when I was making my living primarily as a stripper/escort; yes they are 2 different things. As woman somewhat just starting out in the strip club scene, I got a job in a total dump of a strip club with my friend Bianca so we could use it as a stepping stone for the come up. At the time, I had been dating Gump for probably around 2 years or so, but that’s not really that important. I concocted a story absolutely full of holes for Gump about my new job as a “waitress” in a “go-go bar.” I’m not exactly sure, but I think he knew I was lying from the very start. Okay, so my first night was super dead, and Bianca and I just spent time talking to the boss, having drinks, and practicing our moves on stage. The next day was a Friday, so we knew it would pick up at last a little bit…for some reason, Gump was particularly worked up about me working in the strip club whereas the night before, he seemed more secure with it-I think he may have went through my phone sometime before I went back to work on Friday. While I was getting super fine for work, Gump was acing super distant, but I didn’t let that stop my money chase. However long later, it was time for me to leave and meet up with Bianca so we could get the night rolling; I did my finishing touches, and I told Gump I would text him in a few right before we kissed goodbye. Fast forward a some hours later and picture a live strip club full of people mingling, tipping, drinking, playing pool, and being merry…being merry like I was because I had a customer with a steady cash flow that he was throwing at me like rice at a wedding. Everything was all good; I was sharing the stage with Bianca, and we were having a great time. What a night! All $miles over here!! When Bianca starts making her way to my end of the platform, I didn’t think anything was unusual; in fact, I thought she was coming my way to say that she was going to the bathroom or something like that. Meanwhile, my ass is bouncing in dude’s face while he’s licking his lips like he wanted to bite me, continuing to throw his dollars, and I not a care in the world…that is until Bianca comes up close to me and I see a look of horror on her face while she points behind her and says, “[Gump] is behind me, sitting at my end, and he looks PISSED!” As my heart sank to my stomach, I lean to the right past Bianca’s face, and immediately I see him glaring at me in disbelief, (or disgust?) of my betrayal (I’m gonna say he appreciated my moves though, ow ow!); I went back to the dude, I thanked him, and I told him that I was finished for the night. Bianca and I went to the dressing room to have our freakout and get dressed. We went back out to meet up with Gump, and I told him that we would talk later because Bianca and I were going for drinks (I had to get some more liquid encouragement for the unavoidable nightmare conversation we were sure to have, and obvi the sight of Gump made me quickly sober up). To make the long story short, I got wasted with Bianca and laughed off my fear of the inevitable. Eventually, I went home, and we had the conversation. We remained together afterwards, but there is a moral to the story: it’s very hard work to be stripper in a relationship, and eventually, no matter what they say or what you think, you will have to choose what life you’re really about.