Stripper Tells All

Hi! My name is Tamara, and I have been an exotic dancer (i.e. stripper) for the past seven years. I’m 26 years of age, and would like to share part of my story with any of you who wish to read on.

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I first started to realize that showing off my body, and having others look at it, was a real turn-on for me back in high school. I joined the cheerleading squad as a sophomore, and was the co-captain during my senior year. Our football team was horrible, but the basketball team was pretty good. Nonetheless, I enjoyed cheering for both, equally. I really loved it when I would catch spectators in the audience eyeing me. I would look back at them, while in my dance routine, and if they continued to stare… then I would turn a little flirtatious. It just really made me hot to know that someone was more interested in watching me prance around in my little uniform, rather than pay attention to the game… what they paid for in the first place. I got some really hot dates this way too!

Growing up in California, it was always easy for me to show off my body. I used to go down to the beach every day in the summer, and would flirt with guys while wearing a string bikini or barely-there swimsuit.

But after graduating from high school, I decided to attend a major college in Arizona. There, I was accepted onto the cheerleading squad, and that kept me busy during football and basketball seasons. There were, for instance, 40,000 or so spectators in the stands for a football game. But, I always pretended all of them were watching me, not the game. I pretended that they wanted me. And, the feelings always made me feel hot inside.

After the basketball season ended in my freshman year, there would be no more cheerleading for several months. This depressed me. I was talking with my friend, Brandy, one evening about how much I liked being a cheerleader, and how much I would miss it. Brandy said that if I really enjoyed showing off my body, I should look into becoming an exotic/nude dancer.

Brandy said that she worked at an upscale club in an Arizona city, and they were looking for new “talent”. I never really thought of being a stripper before, but once Brandy flashed $300 or so at me (her earnings from her last evening of work, she claimed), I decided to give it a try.

Brandy escorted me to the club and introduced me to the manager. He talked to me, but the most distinct thing I remember about that evening was the lights in the building. There were lights everywhere, all different colors, and the music was blasting. Women decked out in skimpy dresses and outfits, or stripped down to a G-string, dancing around on the various stages. It was like a wild party!

I went to the manager’s office, and he interviewed and then hired me. Being a cheerleader and having a background in dancing really helped me in learning how to become a bona-fide stripper. I was on stage within a week after taking part in practices.

I will never forget my first evening on the stage. The emcee told the customers to go “easy on me”, because it was my initial performance. I was wearing a tight-fitting red dress with white polkadots, and the hemline was cut so that half of my ass was exposed. I wore an orange G-string under the dress, along with spiked high-heels, and nothing else.

By the time I had swayed and sashayed around the stage, my dress off and tossed elsewhere, I remember just a load of dollar bills being thrown in my direction. I dropped to my knees and continued to dance, gyrating my pelvis, and it seemed as though even more money was being thrown in my direction. It was incredible!

When my routine was over, I gathered up all the money and went back to the dressing room. I simply could not believe it : $52 in tips, just for one performance!

I went out and waited tables in the club’s standard french maid outfit for about two hours and picked up some more tips, before going backstage once again.

I put on a new outfit and went back onto the stage, then stripped once again. $71 in tips, for my second dance performance.

My total earnings from that night, base pay and tips, was almost $250. I remembered making $250 in TWO WEEKS once back in high school, when working a bunch of overtime hours at the diner. Yet, I had made that much in one night, as an exotic dancer. If I knew I could make this much cash in just one evening, I would have become an exotic dancer the very day I turned 18.

And I planned on doing this five nights each week!

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As I became more experienced, it seemed as though I could entice more and more money from the customers. I do not know if the average person realizes how much an exotic dancer can make in one evening, but here I was, as a 19-year-old, making an average of $400 per night. My best night, while attending college, was $783 : believe it or not! Sometimes it’s still hard for me to believe.

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Unfortunately, my former boyfriend and I were not careful one evening, and he wound up getting me pregnant. This happened when I was 20, a year or so after I had gotten into stripping.

Ken (former boyfriend’s name) kind of freaked out, and said that he wanted me to get rid of the baby before it was born (abortion). I told him no way, and a big argument ensued. We argued for days, and it soon turned into weeks. Finally, I told him to get lost… I would take care of the baby once he or she was born. After all, I had built up a pretty nice bank account.

The idiot left and subsequently dissapeared.

But, I had to live off that bank account for over a year. I also had to drop out of college : it would have been too embarrassing to be my age at that time, walking around pregnant, in college, I also had to put my dancing career on hold. How many pregnant strippers do you see?

Eric was born on July 21, 1991 : I was 21. I wanted very badly to get back into stripping, but the club I had worked at for so long didn’t have any current openings. I had went to the local health club almost every day for several months after the baby was born, working myself back into “showgirl shape”.

I applied with a few other clubs and was finally hired at one. This one paid even more money than the other, and the tips were better. Of course, I had to do more.

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While Eric stayed with a babysitter, I danced and pranced my way to an average of $1,000 per night, three evenings each week. The music and light show in this club was spectacular, but I really enjoyed the new experience of the private dance. That is where my main money came from.

Eager men, most of them twice my age, would give me handfuls of cash each evening for a private dance. I would, in turn, sit them down upon a sofa, and then strip right in front of them. My act also included leaning down close, to where my body was just inches away from theirs. I would dangle one of my large breasts just an inch or two from their quivering mouth : but each knew they were not allowed to touch (although, some did).

If I felt the customer was nice, I would give an added bonus : taking a seat in his lap, and then engaging in a friendly conversation for five minutes. This type of contact was allowed, as long as it didn’t escalate to anything more.

I could tell that having a busty, nude blonde such as myself in a man’s lap really turned them on. They handed even more money over.

I got the idea that a lot of men would enjoy having their picture taken with a exotic dancer, such as myself. Thus, I started charging (and still do today) $10 for one poloroid picture, or three pictures for $25. I am almost always down to a G-string and spiked heels, and then pose and smile with the man/customer while another dancer takes our picture together.

A few months after I started offering this service, one of my friends suggested that someone had probably made their photograph into a computer image, and had most likely spread it throughout the Internet. That did not bother me. As you probably can tell, I’m not the shy or reserved type!

I found that my body was a very powerful elixer. Money just seemed to be pouring in from everywhere. Money, which I would use to create a comfortable lifestyle for not only myself, but my newborn son as well.

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A lot of people who are against my type of lifestyle claim that it exploits women. I do not see it that way. As an exoitc dancer myself, I feel that it only exploits the customers : men! We dancers do everything possible, within legal limits, to get the most money out of each customer. The men at gentlemen’s clubs are exploited, because they come with a lot of cash, but usually leave with an empty wallet. Personally, I seduce with my body movements, and flirt as much as possible… the money being my reward.

Dancers do not take money from a customer. We just offer longer dances… for more money. And, they usually give us more money. It’s a very simple yet manipulative type of profession.

Today, I am obviously still a dancer. I’m 26, Eric is 5, and I have been in my current career for seven years now (as stated earlier). My son is the main focus of my life. I love him, just as any mother loves her child(ren).

Just about the only part I dislike about being an exotic dancer is picking Eric up each day at school. That may not sound right, but let me explain.

He goes to afternoon kindergarten, and I drop him off each day at noon. And most of the time, I look like a mess. (For Example) My hair is all frizzed out, I’m wearing an old t-shirt, a pair of raggedy sweat pants and dirt-stained sneakers. After I drop him off, I go home and change.

The problem is, when I go back to school at 3:30 to pick Eric up, all the other parents (mostly mothers) cannot believe the transformation they see in me. For example, I could be wearing an evening gown, my cleavage exposed. My hair is styled perfectly; I’m wearing gobs of make-up and perfume. The parents look at me with a question mark on their face, wondering if this is the same woman who showed up just a couple of hours earlier.

I stay in my car in the afternoons, and Eric knows to walk over and get in himself. Eric is only 5, but has seen me in these types of outfits his entire life. It’s nothing to him. A sequin gown or a lacey mini-dress are like normal clothes for me to wear, he thinks. He does not know that I am an exotic dancer, and I’m not sure the other parents and teachers know either.

I don’t like their looks; as if they are saying “Where are you going? Why are you dressed that way?”. No one has ever asked, likely because no one could feel comfortable asking me such a question. I don’t converse with any of the “lookers” at Eric’s school… I’m never left open to such a question.

You may be wondering why I dress for work before picking my son up. Well, I have to. The morning kinder- garten classes are full, and my shift starts 30 minutes after getting Eric each day. There would be no time for me to get ready! So, I drive Eric home, and the baby- sitter is always there outside, waiting for us. I leave him with the babysitter, and then go to work… and stay from 4:00 in the afternoon until midnight. I only work three days per week : Monday, Friday and Saturday. So, on the weekends, I obviously do not have to contend with the “lookers” at school.

But as I said earlier, the average person does not realize how much an exotic dancer can make. I work three days per week, and my average income has now skyrocketed to $5,000 per week. I could earn that much in a day if I truly wanted (legally, too), but I’m content (for now) with my current earnings.

All I know is that I could be slaving away somewhere in an office, involved in business (what I studied in college), hoping that I could last until my next paycheck. Instead, I am an exotic dancer, making in one year what it may take five, six, seven+ years to accumulate in an “ordinary” job. I live in a beautiful home, and don’t have to worry about financial things. I don’t have to worry if my son will grow up healthy and right. And, at the same time, my job is something that I truly enjoy. Yes, I like the money, but I still enjoy the “showing off” aspect : just as I did as a cheerleader back in high school.

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I plan to continue my profession until the age of 30. Then, I hope to “retire”. My final year in the business will be my most profitable. I intend to work five nights per week, and save almost all of the money.

After that, I have visions of moving up north a bit, into a place like Idaho, Utah or Montana. I’ve always been intrigued about living in a wide-open area. I’ll buy a ranch, and get some animals to help keep Eric and myself company. I could probably live off my life savings if I wanted, but will get a job at some place like a craft shop or country store : something relaxing, that I’d like to do.

But, my ultimate goal is to find a loving husband, and have two more children.

Any volunteers? 😉

:: Tamara ::

Hi! My name is Tamara, and I have been an exotic dancer (i.e. stripper) for the past seven years. I’m 26 years of age, and would like to share -more- of my story with any of you who wish to read on.

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The combination of being a single parent and a stripper can wreak havoc upon your love life. It has for me, which is quite unfortunate.

I devote so much time to Eric, my 5-year-old son, that it is sometimes difficult to find the neccessary time to develop a relationship with a man. Then it becomes even more tough, because I’m a stripper. A lot of men I have been interested in during the past couple of years either freak out when they learn I am a single parent, or when I tell them that I am an exotic dancer. Some men do not want to date women who are single parents. They prefer not to be around children. Some men do not want to date adult entertainers. They assume we are unholy, or something.

I have always made it a policy to avoid dating men whom I meet through work. It would be easy for me to find a man who accepted the idea of a woman being a stripper at work, since it is a strip club. However, I do not want a possible date to be initially attracted to me because I am a stripper.

The usual stereotype for women in my profession is that we are wanton and loose when it comes to sex : only concerned with which man will enter us next. While there are women like that in my profession, some of which are co-employees of yours truly, I can honestly say I am not that way. In fact, I have not made love with a man in over six months.

I’m not happy about that, either.

I could go out to the club later tonight, find a man, and have a one-night stand with him. The sex could be incredible. But I’m looking for more than that. Much more. I want to find a man whom I am mentally attracted to, and I want him to feel the same way about me. Then I want any sexual relations between the two of us to be an expression of love… not pure lust.

I have thought about who the ‘perfect man’ would be for me, and to tell you the truth, I can’t come up with him in my mind. I’m not really concerned with what guys look like. I used to be, but have matured in that area over the past couple of years. I guess the first thing I would notice is if he has a nice smile. That is important to me.

Mr. Right for me would need to have an open mind, and definitely not be jealous when it comes to my job. I plan on being a stripper until the age of 30, and he (the man) would have to deal with that.

However, at the same time, he would need to be faithful to me when it comes to our relationship. I would definitely be faithful to him. Although hundreds of people would see me nude each week at the club, I would not have any personal dealings with them. That is the case even if I’m not dating anyone. I could never `cheat` on a boyfriend/husband, and I would expect the same faithfulness in return.

He would also have to share many of my interests. I like to travel, and I enjoy going out places. I’m an outdoor type of person. A hike in the park. Water-skiing at the lake. Bicycling through the neighborhood. Things like that… I want to keep active. I also like to visit musuems, especially ones dealing with history.

And this perfect man for me would also have to love children, just as I do. I want to have two more, you know.

Eric, my son, is really the focal point of my life. I do not know what I would do without him! He’s the sweetest 5-year-old in the whole universe. Eric keeps me busy. He is full of energy; I run ragged, chasing after him all the time.

It is hard work, raising a child by myself. But I’m not complaining.

Not one bit.

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Eric’s father, Ken, basically vanished once he learned I was pregnant with his child, back in 1990. Ken had many of the characteristics I described above, except for a love for children. He didn’t want any… and once he learned he had gotten me pregnant, he freaked out. I guess it also did not help that we were not married, or even engaged. Ken had a strict mother who would have not approved of her son getting his girlfriend (me) pregnant.

He’s still a jerk in my book, though, for leaving like he did. Eric has never even seen his father.

But since Ken, there has only been one man who really caught my attention. His name is Michael, but we haven’t seen each other in two years. Unfortunately, a break-up ended our relationship. But for awhile, I thought he was the one I was looking for.

Michael was 27 when I met him, and I was 22. We dated for two years, and the time with him was magnificant. I definitely found time to be with him. It also helped that he had a soft spot for children. Even though he wasn’t a parent himself, I think Michael knew how tough it was on me, taking care of Eric.

Michael did not mind that I was a stripper. He knew that even though I put my body on display at the club, I was faithful to him, and only him. It was so nice knowing that he wasn’t jealous, or held a secret grudge against me for being a stripper.

And the sex with Michael was simply exhilarating. He was great in bed. I get a little light-headed when I think back to how incredible he was with me… how satisfying…

How DIRTY.

He was a `nice` guy, but had a nasty streak when it came to sex. Michael did things to me that I didn’t even know could be done. He was so EXPERIENCED. The way he used to tease me, play with me, stroke me… the way his tongue made me feel, his fingers, his toes… it was, in a word, breathtaking.

He taught me how to use sexual toys, such as vibrators, and also introduced me to bondage. I had never really known much about the subject before meeting him, and definitely had no idea how exciting it was to be a (willing) captive.

But, as I said, we eventually broke-up : drifted apart, really. I look back on it now, and think that there were some things which I could have done differently. If so, perhaps Michael and I would still be together today. But that is in the past, so I try not to dwell upon it. However, I did learn a lot from him : about relationships, and especially about sex. I look back on my time with Michael with mostly good, positive thoughts.

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Many of my close friends happen to be co-employees at the club, and I share with them my troubles of finding the right man. One of my best friends is Cheyenne, who is college-aged, and has been working at the club for almost three years now. I went into detail with her about relationships a few weeks ago, telling her how lonely I had become in the love department.

Then Cheyenne asked me if I was interested in women.

Specifically, her.

I was shocked at her question, but not really. Many females in this industry are either bisexual or lesbian.

I never thought she was one of them, though.

I just kind of shook my head at Cheyenne, with a smile, and told her that no, I was not interested in women, or her, despite her offer to love and care for me.

Cheyenne is still one of my best friends : I don’t hold anything against her because she is bisexual. I’m not a prejudiced, closed-minded person like that.

But I look back on that time, when Cheyenne “came out of the closet”, and kind of giggle to myself. It’s just another chapter in my quest to find the right man.

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I would still like to move up north, from Arizona to a place like Utah, Idaho or Montana, when I “retire” at the age of 30. That is my plan, at least. I want to continue to be a stripper, and save as much money as I can, until I reach 30. I will save the money for not only myself, but my son as well.

I LOVE being a stripper, but there are some times that I wonder why I am still in this industry. I guess everyone gets bored with their job at one time or another, no matter how much they like it, or how great it is.

Whenever I feel that way, I think of Eric.

I know that by making the type of money that I do, and receiving the amount of tips I get each work night… it will only make his life better. I don’t want to have to cut corners in raising him, or worry about if I will have enough food for him before the next paycheck arrives. I never did finish college, so I doubt there is a job out there for me which pays better than my current one.

I’ve also ventured into stripping at bachelor parties. I worked my first party a month ago, and had a great time. It’s just another paycheck to save for the future. I’m looking for as much money as I can get : legally, of course, so I’ve also done some local radio commercials for the club. You know, sound real sexy and sultry, and tell the radio listeners about the club and what it has to offer. I also try to get every last penny from a customer in tips, during both show and private dances.

I’m not money hungry because I crave money in a bad way… I’m this way, because I want to provide for my son. Unless I go back to college, I don’t expect to be making a lot of money in the future, after I leave the world of adult entertainment. So I want to make as much as I can now, and save it for the future.

I guess you can say that I’m married to my job. I am so concerned about making money : making sure that Eric has a good life growing up. I know that I won’t always be a 26-year-old with long blonde hair and a beach-bunny figure, so I have to make good use of my looks while I still can.

However, if there was a man in my life, I would not worry so much about the future. A husband could help me raise Eric, and make sure that he is given a good life.

But, my search continues on. You never know where you will meet your soulmate, so I’m always prepared. I may bump into him tomorrow at the shopping center, for all I know. Maybe in a restaurant, next week. Maybe he’ll be the salesman when I buy my next car. Who knows?

As for now, though, I will continue to strip and save as much money as possible… and never stop loving my son.