The Stripper Chronicles: ORIGIN STORY

Her name was Bambi & her beautiful bare breasts were in my face.

30 minutes before this moment I was sitting in the very corner of the strip club, observing my environment. I had been toying with the idea of becoming a stripper for a few years now. Or rather, I felt inspired & entertained the idea for a few weeks in the summer of 2023 after a girls trip with a few fellow strippers. They gave us lap dances & convinced us to do “auditions” for the group. After my performance I felt so empowered I considered pursuing the path. Then I pushed aside the notion & completely forgot about it again until December of 2024. Here’s how my desire to become a stripper was reintroduced & actually landed this time. It’s quite a funny story now that I think about it.

I was working 3 jobs during the summer of 2024, one of which was a nanny position. I (VERY SECRETLY) had a massive crush on both of the parents. One evening, the mother & I were sitting around a bonfire together after my shift. She decided to show me one of the short films she had written & starred in. It was a wonderful film, & I told her so. She proceeded to share that she had also starred in a short film with her husband, one that he had written. When she showed me the trailer, I was in shock. His short film was a funny story all about BDSM kinks & a dominatrix! I had no idea about this side of my bosses, & given the massive crush I had on both of them, I really didn’t know how to act after this.

High on arousal & shocked to my core, I decided to indulge my curiosity & watch a movie called “My Mistress”. This was the (re)opening of the door for me. A part of me deeply related to the Mistress, & I started imagining myself being in some sort of role like that. I went on a deep dive & through the rabbit hole I ended up on the YouTube channel of what I call a “conscious stripper”. Amber The Baddie of Bad Bitch Academy had some amazing videos that really (re)opened my eyes to the empowering nature of stripping. For days I consumed content from her page as well as a handful of other empowered strippers, & it felt like I was adding fuel to this fire of desire growing within me. I was starting to really see myself walking this path.

Fast forward to New Years Eve. I had planned to go to the Adult Store to buy myself a cute new outfit to practice dancing in. I walked into the sex shop & was immediately overwhelmed (in the best way) by all the cute options. As I scanned the room, my attention gravitated to the pair of shiny thigh high stripper heels. “I’ll just try them on for fun, there’s no way I’m buying heels right now.” Several factors proceeded to make this a false statement. As soon as I put the shoes on, I felt a sense of empowerment & excitement coursing through me. The sales lady told me the display pair was actually the last pair they had in stock, & they just happened to be my size. So OBVIOUSLY it was destiny, right?

Next thing I know I’m walking around my home in a thong, tiny bikini top, & stripper heels. I’m practicing dancing, & a new type of self confidence is emerging before my very eyes in the mirror. WHO IS SHE!? By now I’m not just entertaining the idea of becoming a stripper. I’m preparing for it. I invested in these shoes, so it’s a done deal.

Want to know something funny?

Up to this point I had never even set FOOT in a strip club before.

Want to know something even funnier?

I tried to audition for my first time less than 2 weeks after purchasing my heels, still without ever having been in the club before.

Hilariously enough I did not even make it past the intake form. I drew little triangles in the corners of my application to symbolize fire blessings, & wrote “BIG BO$$ ENERGY” in all capital letters across the top of my application form. I handed it back to the front desk & he told me tagging isn’t allowed, then informed me they were no longer hiring. LOL. Quite the foolish maiden mistake.

Fast forward to February of 2025. I moved from Albuquerque NM to Phoenix AZ at the end of January. I had decided to support myself through my savings & give myself the month of February to prepare. This looked like going to the gym consistently, weight training, practicing walking in my heels, eating healthier, watching YouTube videos, & checking out my potential club. I even had a call with Amber The Baddie, & we got all excited for the start of my empowered stripper journey. I was on a ROLL for about 2 & a half weeks, then I hit a wall.

I relapsed on sugar & suffered from massive fatigue. All the voices of “you can’t do this, you’re not skinny enough, you won’t get hired, you’re not made for that kind of work, you’re draining your savings & won’t be able to make it back” came in hard, & I dissociated for almost a week. Straight BED ROTTING. Staying up until 5am watching movies, sleeping until 2pm, not going to the gym, hardly having the energy to make food for myself. I finally dragged myself to the mountain & had a good old fashioned tough love session with God. I realized I was falling back into old habits & patterns that used to work for me the last time I lived in Phoenix, that no longer work for me. Consuming sugar & entertaining thoughts of scarcity put me into a dark space, which brought to surface ALLLLL the other dark shit I was not willing to look at.

I really had to snap out of my own delusion & come back into my power. So I danced on the mountain to boost my self confidence, took myself out to dinner, then went to another club I had thought of auditioning at.

That’s how I ended up with Bambi’s tits in my face.

I actually had a dream about this club the second week I moved to AZ. I was parked in front of a big billboard that had the name of this club on it, & in the dream I knew I was going to audition at this club. My dreams tend to be pretty prophetic, so I followed the thread.

I came to this club to observe. I wanted to watch the ways the dancers danced on stage, & watch how they gave lap dances. I wanted to reassure myself that I abso-fucking-lutely have what it takes to do this.

I could feel my confidence in choosing this path returning to me as I watched the lap dances around me, & the dancers on stage. I also really liked the vibe of this club a lot better than the first club I had checked out.

I was mesmerized by Bambi’s stage performance. After 3 girls who seemed quite disconnected from their dances, Bambi came out on stage full of life. I went right up to the stage to make it rain on her. She smiled at me & called me beautiful as she danced in front of me.

I knew I wanted a dance from her. I waited my turn, & before she danced on me I told her I was auditioning to be a dancer in a few weeks. She was excited for me & gave me all kinds of tips as she danced. She asked me my name, & I told her my stripper name is Devina. I called her a queen & complimented her radiant beauty. “You’re really helping me right now Bambi, thank you so much!” She gave me a massive smile & said “you’re helping me too, this is really good for me!” I felt a slight intoxication from her beauty, her soft skin, the ways she leaned into my neck as she danced. I got excited at the thought of being able to create this magickal feeling for others. At the end of the dance I tipped her 100% & offered her a rose oil blessing. She wished me the best in my endeavors, & before she left she happily said “bye Devina!”

That was the first time anyone had ever called me by my Dancer Persona.