Movin’ on up

I had a thousand dollars from that first week so I was ready to move out. Really though a thousand dollars isn’t a lot of money when looking for an apartment and I was unsure of what my yielding potential would be. I picked one of the cheapest areas I could find and went from there. The place was in an area not known for its safe beautifully manicured neighborhoods in which I was accustomed but just the opposite. I settled on a community because just as chance would have it I knew the manager at the apartments. Renee used to babysit me when I was a toddler and knowing her guaranteed me a place to live without having rental history or credit.

The rent was $430 plus and additional monthly fee of $15 to have a washer and dryer. After leaving a $400 deposit I was almost back to square one. I packed my red Honda CRX full of all of my clothes and headed to my new apartment. After running back and forth like that I borrowed my dad’s pick up truck and took apart my bed and packed the rest. By the time he got home that night I had moved everything out of my bedroom without his knowledge. I didn’t even have a phone for my Dad to call me on and we didn’t speak for over a week before I had the courage to call. Of course he asked how I could afford it and I told him that I was working more hours and rent was cheap.

What he didn’t know was where I lived and I didn’t really want him to know. My neighbor to the left of me was pregnant and her boyfriend beat her nightly. I would lie in bed in my empty apartment and listen to him scream at her and things banging against the wall and to me it sounded like she was the thing being banged around. I would see Holly the next day and she wouldn’t say anything but a slight nod. Eric on the other hand was very verbal and in fact the fucker used to flirt with me. He knew I came home late and left with a bag full of costumes and put things together and pretty much figured I was doing something illicit. Pat the neighbor above me was really nice but constantly high. He had a two long pinky nails and was constantly rubbing his nose. He was really an oversized teddy bear and always looked out for me. When he would come home in the afternoons he would stop by and check up on me. He had an appetite for porn movies, cocaine and exotic magazines and was the first person to show me Carmen Electra. I thought ‘wow she is beautiful’ maybe what I am doing isn’t so dirty.

My apartment was full of Goodwill finds. I had money from stripping but I was a bit afraid to spend it. I thought if I had decent furniture or newly bought clothes it would stand out to my family and they would become suspicious.

To celebrate my new digs I headed off to Sugars. I really felt more confident and sexy then I have had after all I didn’t have to sneak around anymore I could come and go as I like without the explanations. My dances got sexier too. I started experimenting with my dances and in particular this move in which I bend down placing my head right below the guys balls and put my hands on either side of his legs on the floor and then did a head stand flipping my legs up in the air sprawling them out so his face is right in my pussy. I had to try this out a few times before I got it right because I didn’t want to kick anyone in the face when I flipped over. I also mastered the art of hiding things when I flipped all my hair over to the side and I leaned over the guys shoulder I could slip my bra down just a bit so they could have a peek a boo view of my naked tits.

I also experimented with my “hair cut” not the hair on top of my head but my pussy hair. At first I started out with the standard “landing strip” but felt like most of the girls had that and I need to stand apart so I opted for the “5 o’clock shadow” which is like a “landing strip” but a really close shave so the hair is almost shaved off and there is nothing to the imagination. There were definite pros and cons with this, the pro is that it was more risqué but the con was that you had to maintain it every day or the “shadow” would become a beard and it would be very itchy.

I did confide in my older sister Kathy and told her that I had started working as a stripper. I didn’t realize at the time that she would end up backstabbing me and further break apart my already crumbling relationship with my parents.

Calling all friends

I couldn’t believe in a matter of three nights I had made almost what I made in an entire month of working as a nanny and weekend lifeguard. I was working 7 days a week and now it looked like I only would need to work 3 days to make the kind of money I was used to getting. I had called Mandy, my best friend from High School, to see what she had been up to since we graduated and just see how she liked living with her boyfriend. Mandy had hit it big or so she thought. She had been in a car accident with a pizza delivery car that hit her from behind and they had a huge payout. Now was she really that hurt, no. I always thought that was really bad karma but it wasn’t mine it was hers to deal with.

I went over to her apartment where she had it completely decorated with brand new furniture and had a closet full of new clothes (everything from Nordstrom’s of course), but what she hadn’t told me was that she had spent all of her money from the accident. She was kind of flaunting her new found riches and then I stopped her and told her about my new news. I told her that as a stripper within three days I had made over $1000 dollars and I was contemplating quitting my jobs so I could work more. She was a bit shocked at first. I remember her giving me a judging look of disgust but I kept on and told her about the dancers and how if you did a relatively clean lap dance you could make some money.

Did I tell her that guys were constantly trying to slide their fingers up your panties or that they were always trying to lick you if you got too close? No. She would have to find out about those things on her own. I did tell her that she would have to grind her ass all over the guys lap until he almost burst and then back off so she didn’t get cum all over her. I did tell her that the girls were catty and vicious and the best thing today was to be friendly but to steer clear of the locker room. I told her about Bonnie, our bitchy manager and how when she used to be a stripper she would stuff her mouth with cotton balls and go around giving guys blow jobs.  The cotton balls were used so she didn’t have cum trickling down her throat.  After she finished the blow job she would spit out the cotton balls and collect her money. I told her strip clubs weren’t like that anymore and she shouldn’t be scared to consider being a stripper. After she found out just how much money she could make by doing lap dances and working the pole she asked where and when she could start working.

Bobby, the guy who oversees all the strip clubs, was so happy that I was recruiting friends to work that he loaned Mandy the $100 license money to start working right away. It was purely for selfish reasons that I told Mandy about Sugars, I really didn’t want to work alone and Kylie wasn’t a predictable worker. I knew if Mandy worked with me and it was a slow night we could keep each other busy or we could also watch over each other. I am pretty sure that her parents still hate me to this day for telling Mandy about stripping but I certainly didn’t twist her arm.

Mandy definitely has that girl next door look but she is not as voluptuous as I am. She is 5’1 weighing 110 lbs with small, perky B boobs. I wasn’t really worried about her being any sort of competition for me as I figured we would both attract a different guy. She had that definite obtainable look. What I mean by that is guys actually thought they could woo her and she would date them. She did well her first night.

Just another Tuesday night

So I had successfully made it through two nights flying under the radar until Tuesday. Let this be said about strippers they are very territorial probably, more so than a Lioness. I picked Sugars for two reasons I wouldn’t have a huge amount of competition because let’s face it most of the strippers there had been there for ages, I would be ‘ fresh meat’ and two because it was further away from my hometown.

I walked into the locker room on Tuesday night with all eyes and heads turned towards me. I am only 20 years old in college and have lived at home until recently. I was raised in a relatively normal environment compared to some of these women and I don’t do well when in a volatile spaces.

“Gabrielle you have been making a lot of money lately” said the Godfather of the locker room. No matter where you are in the world there is always and I mean always someone who runs the back rooms. ‘Passion’ was a self proclaimed ‘Dyke’ and she was huge. I have no idea how she even made money other than she was a nasty dancer. She was waiting for a response from me if I had said ‘yeah more than I ever expected’ I could get hurt but if I responded like ‘no I haven’t done as well’ they would know I was lying. My response was this ‘well I have done alright but I still have a lot to learn and that is why I watch you ladies for tips’. Partly that was true I did watch them to see what they did and how the danced because they just seemed to float and dance so easily but also I gave them a compliment so how could they kill me for that right? Well I couldn’t really think that these women were going to act rational as they smoke pot right in front of everyone and drank openly which were banned, but they did it anyway. They gave me a pass for awhile and I thanked my lucky stars. I made the conscious effort to never go back into the locker room except to get dressed as quickly as possible and to pee.

That same lucky night I met someone who would be instrumental in my success, her name was Kylie. Let me tell you about Kylie, she is statuesque and naturally draws you to her with her presence. She is probably the only person I have ever met who has that much presence yet is kind, loving and very smart. She has the ability to turn anything around in her favor. She can work a guy over and have him not even catch on and leave with everything he near enough owns. She is the ultimate classy stripper and really was way too good for Seattle.

I sat on the back bench because it was a painfully slow night and after having that run in the ‘Godfather’ and her thugs I didn’t want to stand out too much. Kylie had just walked in and sat down to survey the room. “Shit, huh” she asked. “Yeah, pretty much. It has been like this all night.” I replied wondering why this woman was talking to me. She had explained that she was forced to come and work over here because she had gotten a ‘ticket’ at Ricks. A ticket of prostitution means that you are not allowed to work within the same establishment for either a matter of time or if you are found guilty you can’t work there ever again. The good thing is that Ricks, Sugars and Honey’s are all owned by the same sleaze bag and he can just bounce you from club to club. Kylie and I became fast friends.  How lucky I was that she took me on because Kylie is the exception to my stripper cast systems. She had been dancing for a while but you would never notice because Kylie takes amazingly good care of herself and likes to be the player never to be played. She doesn’t get wrapped up in hanging out in the locker rooms and doesn’t take on too many friends, she knows this is a business and wants to live comfortably from it. Teach away, teach away…

Would you like a dance?

My first dance was like a junior high school student was giving it. I was so nervous. My manager Bonnie not to touch them or I could get fined for prostitution. How was I supposed to do this then? Looking around I saw all the other girls grinding away, shoving their tits in either the guys face or mouth and decided ‘f*ck her’. The minute my ass slid against his penis she waltzed over and gave me the ‘get off him’ look. Damn, I was caught. So the rest of the dance was three feet away like the law says and needless to say he didn’t want another dance. Really there are a ton of things you can’t do when stripping. You are not allowed to touch the customer, or touch yourself in a sexual way on stage. Is that even possible? How are you supposed to make money? Basically the law tries to inhibit you from making money so if the police come into a club most girls will get tickets of prostitution. You are also not allowed to take anything off when doing a lap dance but are allowed to be completely naked on stage. If you don’t completely disrobe the owners frown on it and you could find yourself out of a job.

Taking a cue from the other girls and watching them I noticed the only way to make money was through contact. Those other dancers were good, they made the dance look sensual and erotic all the while having the guys absolute attention. They draped their hair over body parts and hovered around them like a shield from any outside onlookers and to cover up the things they weren’t supposed to being doing. They made a dance in the center of the room seem like it was just the two of them. Now admittedly some of the girls were not so good they acted like the guy bored them and that the dance was a favor for guy. I knew I did not want to act like that.

I found another guy sitting in the corner and asked him for a dance away from Bonnie’s prying eyes. In the corner I leaned over and whispered “would you like a dance?” We agreed on the $20 price and I wanted to make this 210 seconds count. I slid up and down him like the pole my thighs rubbing his penis. I knew he was getting turned on because he was getting harder and harder. I leaned into him whilst breathing lightly in his ear so that he could have full view of my pushed up D’s as my nipples almost peeked out of their hiding place. I lifted my leg onto the top of the chair and flexed my legs so that he could see the entire length of my leg whilst running my hands down the inside of my thigh. I could feel him getting wet through his pants so I backed off a little still giving him a good dance without so much contact and when the dance was through he asked for another one.

I certainly wasn’t the dirtiest of dancers that night; believe me I saw much worse. There are different casts of dancers the ‘girl next door’ which thank God I fell into, the ‘alternative girl’ who has more piercings and tattoos and usually extremely smart, the ‘gangsta girl’ who is usually white sometimes black and always has a black boyfriend and tries to act like she grew up in Compton, the ‘rocker chic’ who acts likes and looks like she was raised in the 80’s mostly wears a g-string type of bikini and plays ‘cherry pie’ on stage and then finally there is the ‘old rocker chic’ who has been stripping for more than 10 years and has had her tits in a bra for about 10 hours of her entire 10 years of stripping. Her boobs are sad and droopy, unless she has had a boob job and then they are usually still sad and droopy with a ball at the end. Also the girls who have done it for a long time are jaded they will do anything for $20 and if that means sliding their panties to the side so the guy can shove his fingers into her then they will do it. Let’s face it the majority of the guys coming in like the “virgin” dancer. The girl who looks like the girl next door who isn’t jaded and doesn’t know better with boobs that still have bounce. Unless they are hard core regulars then they always like the ‘old rocker chic” because they will get more for their money.

Three hundred and fifty dollars later I left the club. I couldn’t believe that I just had made an entire week worth of working as a nanny and lifeguard in one short night. I decided to come back the next night and see how it went. What I didn’t expect was that school the next morning was going to come too soon and my Algebra Trig 8:00 am class was going to have to wait. I did however just barely slid into my 9:00 am English class but everything the teacher taught felt like it was in a different language. I am not sure if it was the smoke still clouding my brain from last night or the fact that I didn’t get home until well into 3:00 am but this was harder than I expected and things were going to have to change. I left school shortly after 11:00 am and went to go pick up my little man, Aaron. He had just turned three and my job was to get him home, put him to bed for a nap, pick up the house, start dinner and then play with him for the rest of the afternoon until his parents got home around 6:30pm.

I felt like they could see right through me that first day. Aaron’s dad asked me if I was feeling alright and I responded a bit too quickly ‘yeah’. I think he could tell something was going on and that I might have lost my innocence about me or my conscience was getting to me. I realized I probably couldn’t keep up with both and I would have to decide between being a nanny and being a stripper.

First Time

I can still remember the first time I stepped onto the stage, butterflies couldn’t even describe the fear I felt. I was about to take my clothes off for the very first time in front of anyone. Now, don’t get me wrong I had sex before my first appearance on stage and of course taken my clothes off but it was always in the dark and some item of clothing was left on so this was the first time to get completely naked and in a room with 30 or more men. With my new V.S. negligee and stripper shoes I wasn’t sure what was more daunting breaking my neck or undressing.

“Let’s welcome Gabrielle for her first time ever to the stage,” our D.J barked out loudly over the music. Now all eyes were definitely on me! I kept telling myself do not look at anyone, don’t fall and don’t stop dancing. I can do this it’s only 210 seconds!!! 210 seconds is three in a half minutes which is what all stripper songs are cut to. I had all these worries running through my head as I grabbed the pole and wrapped my legs around it seductively and twisted around. I backed up to the mirror and leaned against it teasing the audience lifting my dress up then I realized when should I start undressing? If I did it too soon, I would stand there naked for too long and loose all mystery but if I waited too late then I wouldn’t be able to completely undress and the guys would think I was a prude. I slid down the mirrored wall and crawled on my knees as my large breasts almost fell out of the pushed up bra they were in. During this time when I was starting to make contact with the audience my fear was what if I recognized anyone. As I slipped off my crushed red velvet V.S. negligee I caught someone’s eye. It was Sean M. who I had dated in High School. He was such a jackass always trying to go further than I ever wanted and when I broke things off with him he went around telling everyone I was a prude. After dating him in the 10th grade I swore off boys for the rest of my school years. This was so typical for me, anytime I wanted anonymity I always ran into some one I knew. At that moment while watching his eyes grow bigger and probably the small penis he had in his pants, I decided to embrace Gabrielle and to work it.

I swung my hair around the floor and twisted around on my back kicking my leg up to my head and holding it there. I teased the crowd running my fingers under the elastic in my panties pulling them up, down and then back up and finally I slipped my panties off and flipped them back over my head. Really there is no rhyme or reason why I took off my panties first other than I just didn’t want to be flat on my back when taking my bra. See, if you have real boobs like I do and you are on your back they tend to lay down and not look as perky. So I writhed on the floor as I ran my hands from the inside of my thighs to my breasts turning over to standing and did another swing around the pole before heading back to the wall to take my bra off. Taking my bra off was a huge balancing act because those shoes are a little like stilts and leaning back to unhook the clasp took a lot of effort not to fall. I have to say the trickiest part of the dance was taking my lacy black bra off whilst trying to look sexy. Once the bra was off I was getting whistles and grunts from the crowd. Now completely naked I went back to the pole and placed it between my breasts wrapping my leg around it like it was a huge dick that I was titty fucking. When the song ended there was a ton of whoops and hollers with huge applause. As I walked off the stage I said hello to Gabrielle and goodbye to Ellie.

Shopping on Credit

I wanted to start working straight away but I didn’t really have anything too sexy. I mean of course I had matching bras and panties but I really wanted to create an image. I wanted Gabrielle to look as though she had stepped out of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue. I wanted her to be classy and sexy but not trampy.

I had called Bobby and let him know that I had my license taken care of and then asked him a very important question ‘where do you get stripper shoes?’ He directed me to this strip mall in Lynwood that had the most selection. This was in the days before you could buy these types of things online ( which would have been far less embarrassing. I walked into the store and the clerks were definitely doing a double take because this store is all about things for strippers. They were sure I walked into the wrong store.

I think my olive tanned skin turned to magenta when I told the clerk I was looking for some shoes for work. She gave me the once over than asked me how high I wanted them and if I had ever walked in these types of shoes? I certainly had not, but I just found a pair that I thought were cute and asked for them in a size 7. I tried the shoes and near enough broke my ankle. They were 7 inches high resting on this tiny platform thing. I did a lap around the store breaking them in and placed my credit card down for the purchase. These were the most expensive shoes I ever had worn; $150 for slutty shoes!

Now that my shoes were picked I went off to find the right outfit. I walked into V.S. and bought everything I could find that would give me lift and would make me look sexy. I picked out two short negligees; one crushed velvet red and one satin black that clung just right with matching bras and panties. Then I picked out a red corset and matching panties with garters. I tried them on and even I was a bit impressed. My breasts were so full and my tanned stomach so smooth, this was the look I wanted. The clerk asked me how I would like to pay for this and I said ‘credit please’.

Gabrielle is born…

I started that night and it was the weekly waitress contest. The manager who was far nicer this time had suggested that since I was the prettiest waitress that I should try the contest. My competition was a girl who, bless her, had a prosthetic leg, a mustache and glasses and my other competition looked completely cracked out and was wearing granny panties; I didn’t have stiff competition. The prize was $100, I was in. I didn’t have anything to wear other than my purple lace bra and my purple lace thongs, good thing I had worn my nice underwear. I am pretty blessed in the breast department. In fact I got breasts over night, one day was a solid B and it seems like the next morning I woke up with D’s. I remember all the boys in the 9th grade wanted to feel them to make sure they weren’t fake. Like that was going to work.

I was told to pick out some music and I wasn’t sure what would be sexy enough so I picked a song I had loved to sing at the top of my lungs when I was 8 especially because it pissed my parents off, “darling nikki” by prince. I think I could have stood up there on stage dressed in a bhurka and won. I danced awkwardly on the stage. The main stage didn’t have a pole so I was really nervous as what I was to do. I spent a lot of the song with my face pushed up against the mirrored wall shaking my ass. What a novice! Thank God for the song did it for me. At the end I was $100 richer.

Later that night Bobby came in to see me and ask me how the night had gone and I told him I had won the contest and he told me to use that $100 towards an entertainer’s license because that was where I could make the most money. He didn’t really have to convince me because $100 was well over a days worth of work as a nanny. If I could dance at night in no time I would be out of my dad’s house.

The next day I skipped class and went down to Seattle to apply for an entertainer’s license. I had to pick a name that the license went under because you never want to use your own name. I had picked ‘Gabrielle’ since everyone automatically assumed it could be my name because I am Italian and Spanish. It was also my made up name in my high school Spanish class; easy for me to remember. So, Gabrielle was born.