Strippers Letting Loose
I was working at a stip club and had been there almost 7 months. I had gotten the hang of things and even made some pretty good friends. We were in the back getting ready for the evening and discussing my upcoming birthday party. ‘You guys better come. Since my birthday is so close to Memorial day, I always plan this huge party and no one ends up showing up!’ I tell them as I finish curling my hair. Gwenn, one of my best friends, leans over and kisses me lightly on the cheek. ‘Sweetie, this...