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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Explination.

OK, wow. I really surprised some of you all apprently. And some others, I am surprised that you knew things. I do still have many secrets, with only pne person who knows every detail besides Me. That would be Hubby. Eventually I will tell others I am close to, but for now...I will simply allude to them. So, for everyone who is confused as hell, I thought I would do a little explaining about one point though....

When I was 19, I was attending Flagler College in St. Augustine, FL. Fall Semester had wiped out ALL my earnings from 3 jobs that previous summer. Seriously, you can ask Janeygirl, all I did was friggin' work at the Hardware store my family owns, Subway, and Hillard's candy store. Oh yes, and I also cleaned houses on my ONE day off from those 3 jobs. So tecnically it was 4, even though the cleaning was cash under the table. I would go out on dates with guys at 1 am after I got off shift, because honestly, it was all the free time I had. It kinda sucked to be honest, but hey, school was paid for.

ok where were we? Oh yeah, I was BROKE. My tuition and books were paid for that semester, but next semester was looking grim. Nor did I have much spending money for other things...like going out, orderin pizza, and other normal college stuff. I had a job through the school, but I only worked about 20 hours a week, at $6 bucks and hour. That wasn't gonna come to even 1/4 of the tuition. A friend of mine who lived in the dorms always had money. I asked her how she got it, what job did she have? She told me of the truck stop about 10 miles away, off I-95. For the life of me I can't remember the name of the place! Anyway. She told me it was good money, especially on the weekends, AND because of some law in St. Johns county, I did NOT have to be totally naked, nor did I remove my top, or wear a g-string.

So, I went to the place. At first I asked to be a waitress, because I just couldn't bring myself to dance yet. The manager agreed, and I walked around in a tiny little bikini, with a sheer skirt and was waitress/hostess for about a week. Once I got used to the environment, the manager asked me if I would dance a couple numbers. Apparently some of the regulars liked me enough to want to see me dance. Well I did. It was fun. I never had to really get touched. In fact the two bouncers there, they were like hawks. If they thought a guy was taking too long putting the dollars in my waitband of my bikini bottoms, they "talked" to the guy in the back. It was a very friendly environment. Many of the girls went to the school with me. I was making, on average, about $400 a week, and up to $700 per week if I worked on the weekend, when I would do more lap dances and private booth dances, which were....a little more...well, let's just say....the customers got their money's worth. ;)

However, although I was propositioned many a time, NOT ONCE did I accept an offer to go home with a customer for a chance to "earn more money". Excotic dancer though I was, I was still instilled with some morals!

I worked at the place that whole 1st semester. I actually cut my winter break short with my family because I had to work. I told my family I had a waitress job, which technically I did still do in between my dance rotations. Well they accepted I had work, and they knew I had paid for my entire 2nd semester with the job. I went back and worked for another month or so. Then school was getting very instensive and I had to quit to consentrate on studying. I was trying to transfer back North, and had to bring my grades up. And I did. But I would have never made it to 2nd semester if it hadn't been for that job dancing.

And so there's the story.

5 flame(s) added to the fire:

Laurie said...

Wow! I would have never guessed..

I wouldn't have the guts to do that, myself.

jeopardygirl said...

Well, more power to you for being able to do something like that. There is no way in hell you could pay me enough to do it, though. I suppose that makes me a prude... :)

:P fuzzbox said...

I am glad that you posted this story. Noone who matters would feel less about you or your morals. You are a class act and anyone who would berate you or your morals for doing what you had to do aren't worth the trouble. Thanks for sharing your story.

bilingualblahgirl said...

Wow from me, too. You must have (had) a lot of self-confidence or feel/felt good enough about your body to do that. Both these things don't apply to me at all.

Eric said...

I see nothing wrong with that.. Ya made a living. More power to ya chickee. Hail Cissa!!!!!