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I’m out there whoring it up in the big city. Well, they can suck it; I’m better than that. I’m a server at an adult club, and that is totally like ten steps up from being a stripper. Okay, who in the hell am I trying to lie to; myself? Because I know the truth and it’s more like a single step. Maybe I just needed to suck it up and put on my clear plastic shoes; prance around the stage and take the tips, with no regrets. It’s not like I was selling tickets to enter my pussy. Basic zoo rules applied here; you can look, but don’t touch. Might as well get more money with less clothing. Fuck, my wardrobe would be cheaper.
     
     
    “Seriously , Carmen, you need to relax. No one is going to be tossing any bills at you when you look like you have a stick up your ass,” my other roommate, Crystal, barked as I hung upside down on a practice pole in our small bedroom. Shooting her an evil glare, I cautiously flipped myself rightward and wiped the sweat off my hands on the back of my shorts. “Really girl, you have talent. I mean, it’s only been a few weeks since you started practicing on the pole. It took me forever to learn a basic spin! My boobs kept getting in the way,” she giggled, while squeezing her rack with both hands.
    “I know. It’s just I never thought I would be doing this.”
    S ighing, I stared at the connection where the pole and ceiling meet. I guess it was only a matter of time before I shed my clothes, like my four other roommates do. They all started out the same way I did, naïve to the bright flashy lights and supposed dreams of making it big. This city had a way of luring you in and spitting you right back out. I refused to go home, this was my home now. I just needed to make more money; I needed my boobs done if I was going to get anywhere here. Totally cliché for me wanting them done, but my small C’s didn’t cut it anymore. I needed bigger boobs to catch casting director’s attention. I had all the rest of the package; just lacked in the fun bags department. Serving drinks six nights a week wasn’t giving me much to stash away, and I never was a girl who waited very well when an idea came into this messed up head of mine. Besides, a couple nights of stripping a week, and I would have them paid off in several months. Then I could find a real job hell maybe even commercial work, since my look would be on par with the rest of the hotties in this town. This was just a temporary thing for a long term goal. Everyone had to pay their dues and start somewhere. My opportunity just happened to come with an attached pole, G-string, flashy lights, glitter, and a bunch of nasty men. I’m pretty sure Disney wouldn’t make a movie off my story, but oh well. At least I would finally be happy, right?
     
     
    I made sure my makeup was completely flawless tonight, taking extra care to add the righ t amount of glitter on places of my body where the light would hit and shine. I didn’t need anyone to mention that I was already lacking in expertise, and the boob department, then the rest of the girls in this place. I just needed to make a couple hundred bucks tonight, and I had only two shots at a three and a half minute song to do it. I nervously started to button up my long sleeve white shirt somehow I was talked into doing a naughty teacher look. My outfit was complete with a black pencil line skirt, black stripper pumps, and glasses. Yep, I was walking down this dark alley tonight; there was no going back now.
    “Hey girl ; big night!” Roxy squealed as she walked into the dressing room.
    “Yeah , guess so,” I mumbled, as I bent down and slipped the ridiculously tall shoes on. “Are you nervous? Because, you totally shouldn’t be; you’ve got some great skills up there on the pole, and your costume is absolutely spankin’ tonight!”
    Glancing in the mirror , I stared at my reflection. Yep, it was official, I was now a stripper. Pole swinging, glitter wearing, rhinestone studded exotic