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. -- -- 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 polka dots, 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! -- -- 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. -- -- 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 disappeared. 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. -- -- 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 Polaroid 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 elixir. 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. -- -- 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 exotic 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 children. 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. -- --
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?
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