Stripping 101: How and Why I Got into This Profession

Some may wonder why I have always been interested in the sex industry. Maybe it was the allure of the forbidden, or maybe it was just something I had to try at least once-I have this insatiable desire to try everything at least once in life-after all I am a Scorpio and everybody knows about us. Could it be the astrological aspect? It sure as hell cannot be the fact that I was exposed to anything sexual as a child, far from it actually. I was raised in a one parent-mom-household with two older siblings. I was a virgin at the ripe old age of 29; my mom always dressed me head to toe in cotton. God forbid any part of my skin showed when I walked out of the house. To this day I do not know what drew me, what compelled me to take my clothes off for complete strangers or why I felt the need to go back day in and day out when everyday when I got home I felt I had to wash the griminess of the day off my skin and out of my mind. The allure was too much for me I think; I had no will power back then. I had no respect for my body or myself.

The truth is I had no job and car payments were building up on me. I looked and looked for a job to no avail. Truly I did. With my car payment right on top of me I knew I needed to do something drastic, something for which my family would not like. Not at all. I have always been a curious sort, browsing through those forbidden ads on craigslist. I've heard the stories and I knew to be careful, but I just had to make money. Fast.

One day, I just shoved aside my shyness and fear and decided to answer an ad that had stars and exclamation points. I thought 'Cool, they need inexperienced girls and you could learn on the job!' Naively I called and started working the next day. And being a jade among the sometimes over endowed, surgically enhanced veterans, I was a little intimidated but seriously intrigued by all the attention. So what if it was the wrong kind of attention and so what if just by walking in the door with a pair of CFM shoes carefully concealed in my oversized tote that I was now considered a stripper. I felt like I could do anything now that I had conquered my shyness in some way.