Sexy Lexy here... about to drop knowledge on what it’s like to be a stripper.
As you guys know, my site is called “Former Daytime Stripper.” Why do you think it’s called that? Because I was!
How did I get to be a daytime stripper?
After college (yes, I went to college) my boyfriend and I moved in together. We were pretty much married – in everyone’s eyes but the state! (Girls: never fall for that “we don’t need a piece of paper to prove our love for one another” B.S. that guys are always trying to pull. You’re either married or you’re not… and in my case, I wasn’t! But, we’ll get to that.)
My guy never did like working that much (he was a Philosophy major), so I pretty much brought home the bacon. I tried a lot of jobs, but all of them seemed like tons of effort for no pay. One of my friends suggested stripping. Lots of easy money (if you don’t mind blisters on your feet and skuzzy old guys staring at your tatas!)
At first I thought: no way! I was a Woman Studies major (with a Spanish minor.) I thought, WHOA! There’s no way I could betray my fellow sisters! But, I had to face it: with my killer body and all-American smile, I could make up to $1000 a night. WTF? I needed the money.
After a couple years of “dancing” (that’s the big euphemism we use), I found out I was pregnant. That meant no more stripping for me! I thought I was going to quit stripping forever… except, when my daughter (Amber) was about 1 yr. old – my man up and left me. Turns out I needed that piece of paper after all! (PS – if you see that jerk ex of mine, tell him I’m still waiting for my back child support.)
Being a broke, single mom meant one thing: I had to make money. Although I vowed not to go back, I needed to make ends meet. Yes, folks, I headed back to the club.
Only this time, I requested to work days, so I could spend evenings with my kid.
And – boy – if you thought the life of a stripper was weird; you’ve never talked to a Daytime Stripper. You wouldn’t believe what you see out in the crowd at noon while you’re shaking it to ZZ Top.
I recently left the biz (this time for good) – and now I feel like it’s time for me to tell my story.
Hang on to your hat… it’s going to be a bumpy lap dance!
xxxLex
