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The following story is adult in nature and should not be viewed by those
who a) are under the age of 18 and/or b) are offended by such writings.
I did not write this story. I am only posting it.
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Hi! My name is Tamara, and I have been an exotic
dancer (i.e. stripper) for the past seven years. I'm
26 years of age, and would like to share -more- of my
story with any of you who wish to read on.
-- --
The combination of being a single parent and a stripper
can wreak havoc upon your love life. It has for me, which
is quite unfortunate.
I devote so much time to Eric, my 5-year-old son, that
it is sometimes difficult to find the neccessary time to
develop a relationship with a man. Then it becomes even
more tough, because I'm a stripper. A lot of men I have
been interested in during the past couple of years either
freak out when they learn I am a single parent, or when
I tell them that I am an exotic dancer. Some men do not
want to date women who are single parents. They prefer not
to be around children. Some men do not want to date adult
entertainers. They assume we are unholy, or something.
I have always made it a policy to avoid dating men whom
I meet through work. It would be easy for me to find a man
who accepted the idea of a woman being a stripper at work,
since it is a strip club. However, I do not want a possible
date to be initially attracted to me because I am a stripper.
The usual stereotype for women in my profession is that
we are wanton and loose when it comes to sex : only concerned
with which man will enter us next. While there are women
like that in my profession, some of which are co-employees
of yours truly, I can honestly say I am not that way. In
fact, I have not made love with a man in over six months.
I'm not happy about that, either.
I could go out to the club later tonight, find a man,
and have a one-night stand with him. The sex could be
incredible. But I'm looking for more than that. Much
more. I want to find a man whom I am mentally attracted
to, and I want him to feel the same way about me. Then I
want any sexual relations between the two of us to be an
expression of love... not pure lust.
I have thought about who the 'perfect man' would be for
me, and to tell you the truth, I can't come up with him in
my mind. I'm not really concerned with what guys look like.
I used to be, but have matured in that area over the past
couple of years. I guess the first thing I would notice is
if he has a nice smile. That is important to me.
Mr. Right for me would need to have an open mind, and
definitely not be jealous when it comes to my job. I plan
on being a stripper until the age of 30, and he (the man)
would have to deal with that.
However, at the same time, he would need to be faithful
to me when it comes to our relationship. I would definitely
be faithful to him. Although hundreds of people would see
me nude each week at the club, I would not have any personal
dealings with them. That is the case even if I'm not dating
anyone. I could never `cheat` on a boyfriend/husband, and I
would expect the same faithfulness in return.
He would also have to share many of my interests. I
like to travel, and I enjoy going out places. I'm an
outdoor type of person. A hike in the park. Water-skiing
at the lake. Bicycling through the neighborhood. Things
like that... I want to keep active. I also like to visit
musuems, especially ones dealing with history.
And this perfect man for me would also have to love
children, just as I do. I want to have two more, you know.
Eric, my son, is really the focal point of my life. I
do not know what I would do without him! He's the sweetest
5-year-old in the whole universe. Eric keeps me busy. He is
full of energy; I run ragged, chasing after him all the time.
It is hard work, raising a child by myself. But I'm
not complaining.
Not one bit.
-- --
Eric's father, Ken, basically vanished once he learned
I was pregnant with his child, back in 1990. Ken had many
of the characteristics I described above, except for a love
for children. He didn't want any... and once he learned he
had gotten me pregnant, he freaked out. I guess it also did
not help that we were not married, or even engaged. Ken had
a strict mother who would have not approved of her son
getting his girlfriend (me) pregnant.
He's still a jerk in my book, though, for leaving like
he did. Eric has never even seen his father.
But since Ken, there has only been one man who really
caught my attention. His name is Michael, but we haven't
seen each other in two years. Unfortunately, a break-up
ended our relationship. But for awhile, I thought he was
the one I was looking for.
Michael was 27 when I met him, and I was 22. We dated
for two years, and the time with him was magnificant. I
definitely found time to be with him. It also helped that
he had a soft spot for children. Even though he wasn't a
parent himself, I think Michael knew how tough it was on
me, taking care of Eric.
Michael did not mind that I was a stripper. He knew
that even though I put my body on display at the club, I was
faithful to him, and only him. It was so nice knowing that
he wasn't jealous, or held a secret grudge against me for
being a stripper.
And the sex with Michael was simply exhilarating. He
was great in bed. I get a little light-headed when I think
back to how incredible he was with me... how satisfying...
How DIRTY.
He was a `nice` guy, but had a nasty streak when it
came to sex. Michael did things to me that I didn't even
know could be done. He was so EXPERIENCED. The way he
used to tease me, play with me, stroke me... the way his
tongue made me feel, his fingers, his toes... it was, in
a word, breathtaking.
He taught me how to use sexual toys, such as vibrators,
and also introduced me to bondage. I had never really known
much about the subject before meeting him, and definitely
had no idea how exciting it was to be a (willing) captive.
But, as I said, we eventually broke-up : drifted apart,
really. I look back on it now, and think that there were
some things which I could have done differently. If so,
perhaps Michael and I would still be together today. But
that is in the past, so I try not to dwell upon it. However,
I did learn a lot from him : about relationships, and
especially about sex. I look back on my time with Michael
with mostly good, positive thoughts.
-- --
Many of my close friends happen to be co-employees at
the club, and I share with them my troubles of finding the
right man. One of my best friends is Cheyenne, who is
college-aged, and has been working at the club for almost
three years now. I went into detail with her about
relationships a few weeks ago, telling her how lonely I
had become in the love department.
Then Cheyenne asked me if I was interested in women.
Specifically, her.
I was shocked at her question, but not really. Many
females in this industry are either bisexual or lesbian.
I never thought she was one of them, though.
I just kind of shook my head at Cheyenne, with a smile,
and told her that no, I was not interested in women, or her,
despite her offer to love and care for me.
Cheyenne is still one of my best friends : I don't hold
anything against her because she is bisexual. I'm not a
prejudiced, closed-minded person like that.
But I look back on that time, when Cheyenne "came out
of the closet", and kind of giggle to myself. It's just
another chapter in my quest to find the right man.
-- --
I would still like to move up north, from Arizona to a
place like Utah, Idaho or Montana, when I "retire" at the
age of 30. That is my plan, at least. I want to continue
to be a stripper, and save as much money as I can, until I
reach 30. I will save the money for not only myself, but
my son as well.
I LOVE being a stripper, but there are some times that
I wonder why I am still in this industry. I guess everyone
gets bored with their job at one time or another, no matter
how much they like it, or how great it is.
Whenever I feel that way, I think of Eric.
I know that by making the type of money that I do, and
receiving the amount of tips I get each work night... it
will only make his life better. I don't want to have to cut
corners in raising him, or worry about if I will have enough
food for him before the next paycheck arrives. I never did
finish college, so I doubt there is a job out there for me
which pays better than my current one.
I've also ventured into stripping at bachelor parties.
I worked my first party a month ago, and had a great time.
It's just another paycheck to save for the future. I'm
looking for as much money as I can get : legally, of course,
so I've also done some local radio commercials for the club.
You know, sound real sexy and sultry, and tell the radio
listeners about the club and what it has to offer. I also
try to get every last penny from a customer in tips, during
both show and private dances.
I'm not money hungry because I crave money in a bad
way... I'm this way, because I want to provide for my son.
Unless I go back to college, I don't expect to be making a
lot of money in the future, after I leave the world of adult
entertainment. So I want to make as much as I can now, and
save it for the future.
I guess you can say that I'm married to my job. I am
so concerned about making money : making sure that Eric has
a good life growing up. I know that I won't always be a
26-year-old with long blonde hair and a beach-bunny figure,
so I have to make good use of my looks while I still can.
However, if there was a man in my life, I would not
worry so much about the future. A husband could help me
raise Eric, and make sure that he is given a good life.
But, my search continues on. You never know where you
will meet your soulmate, so I'm always prepared. I may
bump into him tomorrow at the shopping center, for all I
know. Maybe in a restaurant, next week. Maybe he'll be the
salesman when I buy my next car. Who knows?
As for now, though, I will continue to strip and save
as much money as possible... and never stop loving my son.
:: Tamara ::
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