Dancer in Disguise: The Life of an Exotic Dancer

Who would have thought it would be hard being an exotic dancer? I first auditioned for the part of an exotic dancer and I figured it would be easy. I picked out my set of music to dance fifteen minutes. My first set was Alice and chains. I followed this chic downstairs to the dressing room to be lectured of the rules. I honestly had no idea what to do. Here I am naked as a jay bird with other dancers in the room. I only had a long black dress to audition in and a pair of pumps. I started toward the stairs then I realized I need to cover myself to make sure I was as I call it police proof. My soon to be boss bought me a jack and coke. I didn't taste it I drank it so fast. I was so nervous going up to the stage I almost tripped. I made it though and proceeded to dance.

I looked around what had mirrors in front and in behind me. I had men gawking at me like they never saw a nude woman before. I heard comments of, ‘I want to take her home or I wouldn't kick her out of my bed.' I had this huge stage with three poles on each side. I thought it was weird to have a pole that looked like you were supposed to do pull ups on it. The smoke would be so thick at times it stung my eyes. I hated the fact that men would not keep their hands to themselves, whether you were on stage or off they seemed as if the signs everywhere didn't exist.

That night I arrived home, my body felt like someone ran me over and beat me with a baseball bat. I soaked in the tub for hours just to ease the pain. It never really goes away. My knees were bruised and skinned up from sliding across the stage. Being a new girl I got called in a lot, so I had no time to rest and take care of my aching body. I also got really tired when I wasn't used to staying up till one in the morning. I had to find a babysitter that was willing to watch my child while I worked. There aren't many of those around these days; somehow I was able to find one.