Finally, the manager refused to advance me any more money.Finally, the manager refused to advance me any more money. He said if I didn't stop spending, there was only one way of keeping up with my bills. I knew what he meant. I also knew that I was the most popular girl in the place. I was young, pretty, had a great body with big tits... THAT'S A FACT! Oh, hush! I also wasn't a burn-out like most of the other girls. Anyway, being very practical about the whole thing, I asked the other girls what they charged and doubled it. From that first weekend on, I had no trouble filling my `dance card' for the back room. My biggest surprise was that it wasn't sex for me -- it was business. DID YOU GET OUT OF DEBT? Did I! I was determined never to get in money problems again. I worked five night a week, dancing for my salary and earning my bonus in the back room. I didn't turn anyone away and I didn't give discounts. I developed a right arm like Arnold Swartzenegger and I really could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Tying knots in cherry stems was kid's stuff! It was true piecework... GROAN! Stop it! You know what I mean. Now let me talk! Move'em in and move'em out. High volume, low overhead. That's how I worked. Even my pussy developed very special talents. DIDN'T YOU WORRY ABOUT CATCHING SOMETHING? No, not really. I was 17 - 18, and feeling immortal. I got the crabs a couple of times, but that was it. If they looked scrungy, I just whipped a rubber on them. The important part for me was that, soon, I paid everyone off, and had too much money to bank. I started filling a safe deposit box with hundred dollar bills. Anyway, that's who I was. I didn't make any secrets about it. One night, while I'm dancing, a bunch of guys come in -- regulars. |