Crazy Chronicles of An Ex Stripper

Yep, I was a stripper...

It all started off as a spiteful argument. I was arguing with my Ex boyfriend and in that argument I said “I’ll just be a stripper then!” He was a lot older than me anyways and constantly doing things that didn’t respect our relationship. It didn’t help that I’m the type of person that follows through with what I say I am going to do.

I was modeling and coordinating events in the music industry and it was actually going great at the time. So I can’t tell you why I took this turn. I had just got booked for a commercial photo shoot and got paid $800 to do a photo shoot for a new restaurant, Pei Wei. I bought three outfits for the shoot, did my hair, and packed them in my model bag. Off to the shoot it was! I arrived and they got me set up with three different meals. It was very robotic. Take a bite, snap a shot, take another bite, snap a shot, smile, snap a shot, switch off to the next plate, and repeat.

I called my ex to pick me up from the shoot after a few hours and when I got in the car, I had him take me to get some stripper clothes. I showed up in my modeling outfit to a well known club and as soon as I met the manager they let me audition and I end up staying for my first shift. Thank God my hair and make up was already done! I put my things in the locker and went out for “the show”. It was going great! There were a few old guys there during the split shift and I made $400 just sitting down talking to customers. They were extra nice because I was new and the manager was sending me clientele. I got two free drinks from the bar, which I later found was a normal service for the dancers for each shift. I was feeling good. I hadn’t had pole practice or anything and I was a natural because I grew up dancing with my cousins and had done a little bit of gymnastics.

My first time on stage I had several guys come up to me for a stage dance and made quite a few tips. We had three stage rotations so I went to the second, made more money, and happily went to the third stage. The third stage was great! The stage floor was covered in ones and I had several guys at the stage and the money was not stopping. 2 of the girls came over and even tipped me and one of them bought me a drink. I drank about half of it in my excitement and in the vibe of making money. I hadn’t even worked hard at all to me. Even though the song changed, I stayed on the stage and that’s when things started to go left. I started getting dizzy and got off the stage and walked to the bar. Everything was blurry as if the whole room was shifting. I couldn’t think about anything but leaving. I asked the bar to call me a ride ASAP because my ex wasn’t answering the phone. One of the other strippers I had just met saw me, and asked me where my stuff was. She held my arm so I wouldn’t fall and walked me to the stage to get my money bag and then walked me to the back to get my duffel bag, and then out to the front to meet the Taxi.

My apartment was about 20 minutes from the club and I was nauseous and could barely breathe. I started throwing up and could not stop. I tried calling my ex and he wasn’t answering. I couldn’t even get a word out without throwing up so I gave the driver my ID so he could get me to my address. Everything was a blur. When we arrived at my apartment, I was a mess so the driver gave me his business card with his cellphone number and left a note to pay him.

I got up to my apartment and couldn’t think to open the door. My mind was fuzzy and I was stumbling down the hallway. I passed out outside of my door. I woke up to my ex shaking me and going off on me. He picked me up and opened the door and took me inside. I went straight to the bed and laid down. Nauseous. He took me to the shower and I just remember going straight to sleep right after that. The next morning, I was surprised to wake up alive. I had bruises on my legs and arms. I just remembered how much money I made and went to look in my money bag. It was completely empty. My bag; all of my clothes were gone. I was so mad.

Did someone spike my drink? Did someone do something to me? I’ll never know after all of the blackouts but that didn’t stop me... Stay tuned for Part 2. To Be Continued...