Started dancing again in an attempt to not only make some extra cash but to also keep in shape. It’s been awhile since I’ve danced at this location and almost all of the girls have been recycled to other locations or trashed. Many new faces out on the stage, which brings me back to my first time jitters. Once out on the floor though, I put on some fake façade and begin presenting myself as an untouchable toy.
If it were not for my always growing medical bills and my lack of hours at Disney, I wouldn’t have to go down this road again. At least I’m clean this time and the place is pretty decent, more upscale. The old girls I would run with are no longer there, so I don’t have to worry about the pressure of doing anything hard before I go on or worry about wanting to ask for it on bad nights. Mostly I’ve been keeping to myself.
I forgot how easy it was to do, or how much of my super shy demeanor could be broken away as I shake my assets and swing around on a silver pole. It almost would seem that I missed the attention and the cat calls. I missed the sexiness of it, the panty hose and corsets, the red lip stick and long nails, and of course the heels. But I didn’t miss the dramatic bitches and their hatred for me or anyone possibly prettier than themselves.
These are of before I went on the other night. This is one of my favorite outfits, although it’s not mine to keep. I just get to wear it when I go in and do a small performance with a few other girls. Had to get pictures in it though. I have my own outfits that I probably couldn’t post on the site, scratch that, I Know I couldn’t post here, but these I felt were alright, at bathing suit status.