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Stripper Bus For Tailgaters May Be Illegal

Thursday, September 29th, 2011

FS Detroit Staff Reports

 

DETROIT — Police say they might put a stop to a bus that reportedly was operating as a mobile strip club for tailgating Detroit Lions fans.

Police Chief Ralph Godbee says the bus appears to be illegal, according to a Detroit News article.

On a Facebook page entitled BootyLounge Detroit, the basic information about the company (including misspellings) reads:

“The Booty lounge is a true an amazing, one of a kind trailblazer in the transportation industry. Available for private parties, special events, bachelor/bachelorette, bar hoppin or mabey you and your friends just want to have FUN!! If so.. then your in the right spot!”

The page goes on to say that the bus features two hardwood floor stages with stainless-steel dance poles, a smoke machine and “many other extras!”

The Facebook post goes on to say (again with misspellings): “The bus is also available with out the ladys, but our oppinion is that is alot more fun with em!”

Police began investigating after a local TV station, WDIV-TV, broadcast a story about the bus Tuesday.

A call by FOXSportsDetroit.com to the number listed on the BootyLounge Detroit Facebook page was not answered.

one of the tamper photos posted on a facebook page entitled
BootyLounge Detroit

An Introduction….

Thursday, September 22nd, 2011

Erotic Story By Carla

Her heels clicked and echoed along the almost empty street. It was late, not terribly late, but still late enough that most people would be home getting ready to settle in with the nightly news and then nod off while watching Jay Leno.

Jessica walked under a neon light for a cowboy bar and nervously ran her fingers up and down the lapel of her black trench coat. The buzzing from the sign matching and blending into the nervous buzzing in her head.

She knew that what she was about to do was something that she had been dreaming about, aching to do for the last year. Just thinking about finally meeting Dave, finally having his hands on her… she closed her eyes and felt herself get wet. Smirking to herself, she thought, ‘Won’t Dave have a wet juicy surprise’. She slowly opened her eyes and strutted down the rest of the street.

She stopped in front of the door to the bar close to his hotel where we had agreed to meet. Already aroused and turned on, Jessica tried to slow her fast breathing, practically panting.

She placed her hand on the old wooden door and felt the vibrations from the pumping music inside. Turning to her left, inside a small alcove to the entrance, there was a series of small tiled mirrors. In their reflection Jessica saw a beautiful auburn head with curly hair. Eyes that were green, warm and exotic all at the same time. She leaned in closer to take one final appraisal of her make-up and her appearance.

Dressed all in black, she turned slightly to check her silk stockings and black high heels. Undoing one more button, she turned and faced the door and the pleasure waiting for her inside. Jessica closed her eyes and imagined sliding Dave’s long member across her wet tongue and into her mouth. She opened her eyes sleepily and, with lust screaming from every pore, she opened the bar door and walked inside.

“Can I get you another drink?”

Dave looked up at the bartender standing across the bar from him. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize that he had been standing in front of him. He looked down at his empty glass and slid it towards the bartender.

“Yeah. Another vodka”.

Tapping his fingers on the bar, Dave watched the bartender refill his glass. Some young college student probably, there to meet and hook up with the women that frequented the bar. Ahhh, he remembered those days fondly and mentally toasted his young friend for the wild nights that he was sure that have in his future.

Dave was hoping that this night would prove to be wild for him as well.

He nervously sipped on his vodka and waited. Jessica and he had agreed to meet there at 10:30 that night. She had offered to pick him up at the airport, but he had wanted to wait and meet her there.

Airports were harsh places. People hurrying about, frantic and yelling, no privacy. Not that he was shy and didn’t necessarily mind if someone happened to watch him in amorous moments, but he knew that when Jessica and he first met, that they would ignite a fire of passion that wasn’t going to be fit for even cable viewing.

He took another sip of vodka, hissing in a breath after swallowing, and remembered all the times that they had talked online, all the webcam sessions and all the times they had brought each other to climax. He never told any of his friends about meeting Jessica. At first he was a little embarrassed that he was having cyber sex.

Even though it appeared he was looking at something on the other side of the bar, Dave was really thinking about that last time that they talked online. She had finally convinced him to come to Boston, that she was going to burn-up if he didn’t fuck her soon.

The thought of having her sweet pussy soon, knowing that he was weeks away from being inside her, made him ravenous for her… he came three times that night. He smiled down into his drink as he remembered what she said she was going to do with his cum when he felt a hand slide up and over his back and settle on his shoulder.

He glanced down at Jessica’s perfectly manicured hand and immediately felt his cock stir. He felt a soft breath on his ear then heard, ‘Please fuck me Davie’. He laughed a deep rolling chuckle when he heard her use the phrase that he asked her to beg the moments when she would climax.

Dave turned toward her ready to comment, but he totally lost his train of thought when he saw Jessica standing before him, every man’s fantasy brought to life. Her breasts were practically falling out of a short cropped trench coat, her hair long, free and curly. Her legs, wrapped in black soft silk stockings seemed to go on for miles from the short coat, finally ending at a pair of black shinny high heels.

Before Dave could regain the slightest thought, Jessica placed her shoe on the bottom rung of his bar stool, took his hand off of his drink and placed his chilled hand on her knee. She was standing close to the bar and in the darkness, no one noticed when she moved his hand higher, sliding it over her silk encased thigh and then higher.

He was instantly hard the moment that his hand touched her leg. He was rubbing his fingers over the silk when he suddenly realized that she wasn’t wearing pantyhose like he had thought…oh no, his vixen had worn thigh high stockings and a garter belt.

‘Sweet Jesus’, he muttered. He went to stand, not knowing where he was going to drag her off to but just knowing that he had to have her – now.

Jessica placed her other hand on his shoulder and kept him seated for just a moment longer. He didn’t realize it but the best surprise was yet to come. She leaned down close to his ear again just when his still chilled fingers found her bare exposed and juicy wet pussy.

She sucked in her breath as his fingers delved in and began to play. His penis thumped against her leg in appreciation to the little mummers and gasps that were coming from Jessica’s mouth.

“Oh God babe, I have to have you now. Where….” Jessica placed her finger against his lips.

“I know. I’m going to die unless I can taste your cock soon.’ She pulled his fingers away from her pussy and held them up close to her face. His fingers were wet and glistening from her juices.

She leaned down and, using just the tip of her tongue, ran her tongue up his middle finger catching all her own juices. When her tongue got to the top, it circled his finger tip then she sucked the whole length of his finger into her mouth, maintaining eye contact with Dave the entire time.

Without warning, she turned and walked towards the back of the bar. She turned and glanced back at Dave with ‘come fuck me eyes’. Not waiting, he got up and followed his walking dream into the night.

Hypnotized by the sway of her hips, Dave followed Jessica, obvious erection and all, into the back of the bar. In the back of his mind he was vaguely curious about where they were going but mostly his thoughts were consumed with getting that damn coat off of her.

He’d vaguely noticed when he had walked in that there was a packed dance floor in the rear of the bar. It was darker, hotter back here. The increase in humidity and temperature, combined with the tension racing through his body caused a trickle of sweat to run down his back. The music was slow with deep earthy beats, perfect for what he had in mind.

Jessica finally stopped at the edge of the group, her hips starting to gyrate to the rhythm of the music. Grabbing his hands, she pulled him around until his back was almost touching the wall.

She slid her body tightly up to his, both moving to the music now. She slid one hand up his chest, up and around his neck. Using that hand she pulled herself up closer to his ear and practically purred, ‘I want you to fuck me here, on the dance floor’.

Noticing the flame that leapt into his eyes gave Jessica the courage to do what she did next. Keeping their bodies tightly together, she slid slowly down until her mouth was even with Dave’s hard pulsing arousal.

To anyone else on the dance floor it would appear that they were merely dancing provocatively, but that was only because, with her back to them, they couldn’t see that she had unzipped his chinos and had hurriedly sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, swirled her tongue around the head, then, just as fast, released it with a wet ‘pop’ and stood up to face him.

The intriguing flicker of heat that had given her courage had now turned hot and dangerous. What was an invitation only moments before was now a threat of what he intended to do to her. Dave was already aroused to the point of pain and for Jessica to wrap her sweet mouth around his head had nearly done him in. He intended to return that intense moment of near orgasm to her.

He slid his hands slowly up from her hips until they circled her waist. He quickly, and a bit forcefully, spun Jessica until her back was against his chest. Jessica, taken completely unaware, turned to look back at Dave only to have her mouth captured by his. His lips and tongue probing her mouth while his hands roamed her body. She felt totally at his control.

His right hand flattened against her lower body, his left slipping in between the buttons of her coat, anxious to find her breasts. Jessica gasped, then moaned into Dave’s mouth when his fingers found and played with her nipples through the lace of her bra. While still holding and teasing her, he took his right foot to spread her legs further apart. Without any warning he bent her over slightly and then thrust his large cock into her wet, waiting pussy.

Jessica’s senses were assaulted. She couldn’t see anything except massive amounts of stars that blinded her vision. She felt Dave’s large, wide cock stretching her pussy. He just held her at first, swaying with the music, stroking her body, giving them both a moment to adjust to him being in side her.

Then, in synch with the music from the DJ, he moved. His arms were now wrapped around her waist, holding her close, possessing her body and soul. Their bodies moved in opposing rhythms so that he could pull almost all the way out, then reenter her.

Neither could maintain that pace for long. Talking of this moment for weeks had made both of them burn night and day with anticipation. And now, that they were experiencing what each other felt like, they were both close to losing all control.

Dave could feel her pussy grasping his cock tighter and tighter. He knew that she was getting close to orgasm. He had waited for the first time that he could hear her scream his name as she lost control in person, but he realized this wasn’t quite the right place.

He increased his pace slightly and slipped one hand up close to her face. She took two of his fingers into her mouth and sucked and licked and moaned while he thrusted hard in and out of her, drawing out her wetness.

She wrapped her arms on top of where he lay on her body and dug her nails into his forearms.

‘Oh Dave…..I’m, I’m going to’-

‘Say it, I want to hear you say it while you cum all over my cock’.

‘I…I…’

‘Say it Jessica!’, Dave whispered into her ear as his finger slipped under her coat and found her clit.

Jessica squeaked, a high pitched noise barely audible over the pumping music that drove him insane, causing him to come to brink of losing control.

‘Please Jessica, I need to hear it, now’.

‘I need your cock so bad, please fuck me Davie!’

Her breathing increasing to the point that she was panting. Dave felt her pussy convulse and tighten on his cock. He slipped his fingers back into her mouth to quiet her orgasm. She bit down slightly on his fingers as the gigantic orgasm racked her body, but otherwise didn’t make a sound.

He felt an increase in the juices that were coming from her pussy. He let himself go at that moment and joined her in a massive orgasm. He dropped his head down onto her shoulder and let the tremors run their course through his body.

Jessica too dropped her head back onto his shoulder to let the remainder of her orgasm ride out. Dave moved her hair back from her neck and kissed her tenderly there while they both calmed down, his arms holding them both upright.

Some of the couples surrounding them knew what had just transpired, but chose not to acknowledge or let it appear that they had seen anything.

The music was still pumping as Dave turned Jessica back around to face him. He carefully placed his still hard cock back into his pants, then pulled Jessica up for a long soul shaking kiss.

‘Well then’, Jessica whispered, ‘don’t think we need to introduce ourselves after that!?

 

First Kiss Goes Far

Thursday, September 22nd, 2011

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was any other Wednesday at youth group. The pastor had just began talking when James walked in. He was wearing a light blue shirt and khaki pants. All the girls stared at him; no one had seen such a handsomely built Italian man. He acknowledged that he was late and nonchalantly grabbed a seat that was close to the door.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I was a senior in high school then and he had graduated when I was a freshman so we had an age difference but that didn’t keep me from fantasizing. Shortly after the day dreams and giggling, the sermon was finally over and everyone ran out to the gym.

While everyone played dodge ball, my friends and I sat on the sidelines singing and talking about how handsome James was. Then 10 minutes later, we caught each other’s eyes. He signaled for me to come over. I was dumbfounded and wasn’t sure if he was signaling me or someone else. So after a minute of confusion, I finally walked across the gym to the handsome 21 year old. He called me sweetie and then asked me a couple of questions. He asked if I come to youth group every Wednesday. Yes, I responded. Then before time was over, he asked if I’d be coming next Wednesday. Yes, I am, I told him. Then we said our good-byes and the week couldn’t have gone by slower.

The next Wednesday rolled around and he showed up. The same daydreams occurred and finally game time rolled around. This time was different. While everyone was playing a game, I, again, sat on the sidelines day dreaming about James and the possibilities. I had told all my friends about last week’s encounter and the whole youth group knew. Though, none of them believed it because James was like a local celebrity. He wouldn’t hook up with a girl like me. But I finally got up the courage to talk to him. We exchanged numbers and he told me he was playing a game the next day (Thursday) at the church. I told him I’d be there because I have to vend.

Thursday rolled around and I couldn’t wait for that night at the basketball game. It was also spirit week at school, so I was dressed up as a granny. I didn’t even bother changing for the basketball game.

There was more than one game that night. James played first but he stayed to watch the others. While watching the others, I called him on his cell and told him to come talk to me in the vending area. He didn’t answer but a couple of minutes later, he walked in and my heart began pounding. It was me, my BFF, Tara, and some other people. He and I went to a different area of the room for privacy and then Tara followed along. After about twenty minutes of talking, he thought loudly, “is there a room in this church where I can be alone with Jenny?” Tara told him yes and she pointed to the toddler’s room right across the hall. With no patience, he left us there and went to the toddler’s room, waiting for me.

I went into the room, and closed the door behind me. The lights were off and it was silence. “I want to kiss you,” James said. I, nervously, didn’t know what to do or say. I giggled and quietly said, “I’ve never kissed a guy before.” He questioned my honesty and said that couldn’t be true- that I was to beautiful to not have kissed a guy yet. (I was 18.) I assured him, no and he didn’t seem to mind at all. “I’ll teach you, he said.”

He then reached out and gently wrapped his arms around my waist. I, in return, wrapped mine around his neck. We then got closer to each other and he whispered, “This is just a simple peck on the lips.” Then he gave me a peck on the lips. We did the peck two more times so he knew I was comfortable. (He definitely knew what he was doing.) Then, he said “this is an actual kiss.” My nerves were at ease as he pulled my face towards his and put his soft lips upon mine. His top lip in-between mine and my bottom lip in between his. Things began getting heavier as he pushed me up against the wall. After about 10 minutes of making out, he then asked me if I’d do it. I, of course, said no. (We were in a church.)

He seemed to respect that so we continued to kiss more. Then someone knocked on the door. I told him to stay where he was as I checked to see who was there. No one was there. So I went to where he was only to see him sitting on the table. After being all worked up, I could feel my pussy throbbing for him. The adrenaline that I got from the knock on the door made me want him more. Him sitting there with his gym shorts and cut off shirt made me feel like I was in a movie. Was this really happening? Was I really just making out with James O’Neil, the hottest guy in town?

I let my mind go to ease as I walked closer to him and then began to sit upon his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist. “Kinky.” He said. We began kissing again. Then he lay down as I lay on top of him. He knew how to kiss and the feeling of his soft lips against mine made my pussy throb against his cock. I began to sway my hips back and forth, up and down as I felt his cock begin to enlarge between my thighs. He began unbuttoning my top as we continued to make out. Then, moving his lips to my chest, he began to tease my nipples with his tongue. He flickered them with the tip of his tongue, and then wrapped his lips around them. I moaned at the sensation it sent down my body to my pussy.

Then someone knocked at the door again. The adrenaline rushed through our bodies as I struggled to button my top. He got up quickly and checked to see who was at the door. No one was there. Then he came back to where I was. I sat at the end of the table with my feet sitting on the floor. “I don’t want to get caught.” I told him. “We won’t. But I’m certainly enjoying the adrenaline rush!” he joked. He came closer to where I was and we began kissing once again. He was standing while I was sitting so I lay down to make it more comfortable. He lay down on top of me as we continued to make out heavily. Things were going further as he rubbed his hand on my right inner thigh. I could feel him eagerly trying to get into my panties with his fingers but I pushed them away. “We’re in a church.” I reminded him. “Just one quick glance.” He said. After a second of doubt, I finally gave in. We’d gone this far, why not?

He sat on the floor, his head in-between my spread legs. I laid on the table, my pussy throbbing, longing for him to be inside me. He came up to me and kissed me on the lips again. He ran his fingers down my thigh, then under my panties. He lifted up my dress with his other hand and began kissing my neck all the way down to my stomach. Goosebumps overwhelmed my body as I felt a vibrating sensation come over my wet pussy. His lips got closer to my panties and he pulled them off with his teeth. I tried to make it easier by pulling them down with my feet. I felt much more comfortable with them around my ankles than all the way off, much safer just in case someone knocked again.

He then began to pursue my pussy. I laid there on the table, with my fingers massaging my clit as he finally removed them. I put my hands upon my stomach as he rubbed the tip of his tongue over my clit. Teasing me, I jumped at the sensation. I’d never felt that before. Then he began fingering me. He put his forefinger inside of me as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I could feel the pressure of him inserting more fingers. Thrusting in and out of my throbbing pussy, I almost hit climax but then he stopped, as if knowing it was about to occur. He then stuck his head in between my legs and then began to lick my lips. I could feel his moist, wet tongue going deep in between the crevices of my lips. He then began fingering me again as he licked my clit. Gently yet with enough pressure that I had an orgasm. I bit my lip with fear that someone heard me moan loudly. But he acted as if not occurred. He adjusted himself as he went back for more. I could hear the sound of my pussy juice swiped against my thighs as he licked it off.

I began to thrust my pelvis towards his face as he began licking my pussy once again. This time he wasn’t as gentle. He was rougher. He pushed his hard tongue against my clit and then circled it with the tip of his tongue. After circulating my clit, he went down my lips and inserted his tongue into my already dripping wet pussy. My pelvis thrusted more and more as he inserted his tongue deeper, moving it around to satisfy my needs. Then, after reaching down to rub my clit; I reached the best orgasm I ever had in my life. I moaned so loudly that I thought we were going to get caught. But luckily, we didn’t.

After the magnificent orgasms, we got dressed and began making out once again. I could taste my pussy juice on his lips. The bitter sweet taste of it made me long to feel his cock. He then lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He brought me down where I could feel his cock in between my thighs. We kissed deeply as I thrusted my pussy towards his enlarged cock.

But another knock came on the door and reality set in. We had to go. The basketball games were over and everyone was leaving so we said our goodbyes and parted.

He called me up and we had phone sex that night. Then the next day, he picked me up from school and we went back to his house where we had four long hours of hot, sweaty, rough sex.

James O’Neil, the guy who I thought I would only have sex with in fantasies… was not only my first kiss but also the guy who I gave my virginity to. WOW! What a couple of amazing days that was! I’ll never forget him.

 

 

Every now and then, we call each other up, for a booty call but it’s been nothing more between us but sex.

SUBMITTED BY HEATHER

Working As An Adult Entertainer

Thursday, September 22nd, 2011

Pat Shannahan for msnbc.com

Carla couldn’t find work in the legal profession, so she’s dancing in a topless bar now.

 

 

When Carla graduated 10 years ago, she thought her law degree would be a permanent ticket to a high-paying job.  But instead of selling her mind, Carla is selling her body. After student loans, debt, a layoff and unemployment battered her bank account, she now finds herself in an almost unbelievable position – dancing in a topless bar.

“Did I ever think I’d be taking my top off for rent money? No. I was in my mid-30s and had never danced before,” said Carla, who asked that we use her stage name and withhold her identity and some personal details. “As a little girl, I never thought to myself, ‘I just want to grow up and be a stripper,’ or, ‘All I ever wanted to do in life is climb in the lap of sweaty stranger and take my top off.’

“But, with our economy the way it is, especially in smaller cities … you strip or you starve,” she said.

Carla grew up in the Midwest and moved to the West Coast in the late ‘90s to fulfill her dream of earning her law degree. After graduation, she worked for nine years putting her degree to use, but she had entered the crowded legal profession at the wrong time. When she was laid off in 2009, she couldn’t find work. 

Last month, as part of our coverage of America’s economic malaise, we chronicled the story of a young father who took a job as a firefighter in Iraq after he couldn’t find work in Miami. Then we asked msnbc.com readers: What crazy things are you doing to make ends meet? This is the second of three reader stories we’ll share. Last week, we wrote about a man who has turned to dumpster diving to keep food on the table for his three children.  Now, we tell Carla’s story.

“At first, I worked as a waitress, and a cashier in gas station,” she said.

“I went around to see if could get a job as cocktail waitress, but there was not a single retail or waitress job.  No one was hiring, except for the topless places,” she said.  “It was an act of desperation.”

‘Act of desperation’
As her prospects grew dim, she went back to school to earn a master’s degree, hoping to bolster her credentials. But her financial aid came in lower than expected, her credit was battered and she struggled to find part-time work in her new town to keep her afloat.

She started out serving drinks as a waitress, but moved quickly to dancing “because that’s where the money is, and that’s what I needed.”

On an average day, she earns $20 an hour, but on a good weekend night, she might pull in $50 an hour –enough to get her finances back on track. She can set her own hours, which means she can squeeze in reading and writing papers around her work schedule.

“Sometimes it sucks, it’s degrading and I hate it, but it is necessary right now and I’m glad I have the option of doing it,” Carla said. “My parents and a few friends know and they were horrified at first. But now they are proud of me for sucking it up and doing what I have to do.”

Carla has set her limits, as does the topless bar she works in.  She stays away from private rooms even though women can make $500 to $100o a night there.

Local rules allow lap dances- as long as the patrons don’t touch the dancers- and Carla sometimes performs them.  The bar doesn’t have a full nudity license, and that’s just as well with Carla: She’d need a personal license to work at a place like that and she wants no record of her temporary stint in the dancing business.

“While I am proud of making a living by any legal means available to me, I realize that some will think of me as just a glorified legal prostitute and I would very much like to move on with my life and career at the earliest available opportunity,” she said.

Ugly moments

Despite these precautions, Carla sad she has had her share of ugly moments. Not all men follow the rules; some have tried to over power her and “grab her, bite her, kiss her, or get their hands under the bottoms (I) wear.”  Bouncers come to her aid, but they can’t be everywhere all the time

“I’ve had men overcome me,” She said. “Luckily help has arrived and nothing has happened. But I have been scared.”

Carla agreed to talk about her experience in part because she said it has been profound- in one sense, the job is less hostile than any law office she’s worked in, she said.  Coming from the cutthroat legal profession, she has been stunned by the camaraderie among the women she work with.

“I thought the other women I worked with would be competitive and not supportive.  We are ‘Fighting” over the same dollars,” She said.  ”But my female coworkers are the best coworkers I’ve ever had.”

Many are in the same situation she is, she said: forced by their economic situation to perform work they would have never considered in the past. 

“I work with war widows, a nurse, a med student, women who have had to go to work to save their home after their husbands have lost their jobs, and others who do this as a means to an end and who do not fit the profile of junkie/prostitute/dancer. … What we all have in common is being in a tight spot financially and living in an economy that provides limited options right now, ” she said.  “I’d be willing to bet that there are women like me working in it all over the country, out of necessity and not because our goal in life was to appear topless in front of … creepy guys.”

She’s also been horrified by the way dancers are treated by some men she encounters.

‘Some real creeps’
“I was shocked at how horribly some men treat us. I realized that I was much more naive than I thought I was,” she said. On the other hand, the bar and its patrons sometimes surprise her. “While there are some real creeps that come in, there are also some very sweet guys who are regular customers and who I genuinely enjoy knowing . The stereotype that says that only dirty old men frequent nudie bars is incorrect.”

She gets asked out often, she said, in situations that would be amusing if they weren’t so sad.

“Men aren’t quite as sneaky as they think they are,” she said.  Even in a strip club, they try to convince her that they aren’t just hunting for sex.  “They think their motivations are transparent, when they aren’t at all.”

Believe it or not, she said she feels lucky, because she has a male friend at school who’s in a similar financial situation, “but there’s no male equivalent to what I’m doing. At least I have the option,” she said.

She says she’s been humbled by the experience, too.

“I am no better than the next dancer by virtue of my education or previous work experience.  The universe has a funny way of putting a person in their place,” she said. “I have learned that I still have a lot to learn about life but now I have some incredible female mentors who continually inspire me with their courage and work ethic.”

She’s also learned to “never say never,” about things you may do in life. She’s almost finished with school, and hopes to stop dancing soon, but figures that “realistically, I’ll probably have to keep dancing until I get offered a full-time job. Which means I’ll be doing it for another six months, at least.”

When she does take a new job, she’s leaving the medium-sized city she’s in, with no plans to return.

“I cannot wait to start my life over elsewhere doing something different but I will always be grateful for the lessons I’ve learned dancing and will never again look down on anyone who works in this industry,” she said.

Lawyer Turns Topless Dancer To Pay Bill

Tuesday, September 13th, 2011

Pat Shannahan for msnbc.com

Carla couldn’t find work in the legal profession, so she’s dancing in a topless bar now.

 

 

When Carla graduated 10 years ago, she thought her law degree would be a permanent ticket to a high-paying job.  But instead of selling her mind, Carla is selling her body. After student loans, debt, a layoff and unemployment battered her bank account, she now finds herself in an almost unbelievable position – dancing in a topless bar.

“Did I ever think I’d be taking my top off for rent money? No. I was in my mid-30s and had never danced before,” said Carla, who asked that we use her stage name and withhold her identity and some personal details. “As a little girl, I never thought to myself, ‘I just want to grow up and be a stripper,’ or, ‘All I ever wanted to do in life is climb in the lap of sweaty stranger and take my top off.’

“But, with our economy the way it is, especially in smaller cities … you strip or you starve,” she said.

Carla grew up in the Midwest and moved to the West Coast in the late ‘90s to fulfill her dream of earning her law degree. After graduation, she worked for nine years putting her degree to use, but she had entered the crowded legal profession at the wrong time. When she was laid off in 2009, she couldn’t find work. 

Last month, as part of our coverage of America’s economic malaise, we chronicled the story of a young father who took a job as a firefighter in Iraq after he couldn’t find work in Miami. Then we asked msnbc.com readers: What crazy things are you doing to make ends meet? This is the second of three reader stories we’ll share. Last week, we wrote about a man who has turned to dumpster diving to keep food on the table for his three children.  Now, we tell Carla’s story.

“At first, I worked as a waitress, and a cashier in gas station,” she said.

“I went around to see if could get a job as cocktail waitress, but there was not a single retail or waitress job.  No one was hiring, except for the topless places,” she said.  “It was an act of desperation.”

‘Act of desperation’
As her prospects grew dim, she went back to school to earn a master’s degree, hoping to bolster her credentials. But her financial aid came in lower than expected, her credit was battered and she struggled to find part-time work in her new town to keep her afloat.

She started out serving drinks as a waitress, but moved quickly to dancing “because that’s where the money is, and that’s what I needed.”

On an average day, she earns $20 an hour, but on a good weekend night, she might pull in $50 an hour –enough to get her finances back on track. She can set her own hours, which means she can squeeze in reading and writing papers around her work schedule.

“Sometimes it sucks, it’s degrading and I hate it, but it is necessary right now and I’m glad I have the option of doing it,” Carla said. “My parents and a few friends know and they were horrified at first. But now they are proud of me for sucking it up and doing what I have to do.”

Carla has set her limits, as does the topless bar she works in.  She stays away from private rooms even though women can make $500 to $100o a night there.

Local rules allow lap dances- as long as the patrons don’t touch the dancers- and Carla sometimes performs them.  The bar doesn’t have a full nudity license, and that’s just as well with Carla: She’d need a personal license to work at a place like that and she wants no record of her temporary stint in the dancing business.

“While I am proud of making a living by any legal means available to me, I realize that some will think of me as just a glorified legal prostitute and I would very much like to move on with my life and career at the earliest available opportunity,” she said.

Ugly moments

Despite these precautions, Carla sad she has had her share of ugly moments. Not all men follow the rules; some have tried to over power her and “grab her, bite her, kiss her, or get their hands under the bottoms (I) wear.”  Bouncers come to her aid, but they can’t be everywhere all the time

“I’ve had men overcome me,” She said. “Luckily help has arrived and nothing has happened. But I have been scared.”

Carla agreed to talk about her experience in part because she said it has been profound- in one sense, the job is less hostile than any law office she’s worked in, she said.  Coming from the cutthroat legal profession, she has been stunned by the camaraderie among the women she work with.

“I thought the other women I worked with would be competitive and not supportive.  We are ‘Fighting” over the same dollars,” She said.  ”But my female coworkers are the best coworkers I’ve ever had.”

Many are in the same situation she is, she said: forced by their economic situation to perform work they would have never considered in the past. 

“I work with war widows, a nurse, a med student, women who have had to go to work to save their home after their husbands have lost their jobs, and others who do this as a means to an end and who do not fit the profile of junkie/prostitute/dancer. … What we all have in common is being in a tight spot financially and living in an economy that provides limited options right now, ” she said.  “I’d be willing to bet that there are women like me working in it all over the country, out of necessity and not because our goal in life was to appear topless in front of … creepy guys.”

She’s also been horrified by the way dancers are treated by some men she encounters.

‘Some real creeps’
“I was shocked at how horribly some men treat us. I realized that I was much more naive than I thought I was,” she said. On the other hand, the bar and its patrons sometimes surprise her. “While there are some real creeps that come in, there are also some very sweet guys who are regular customers and who I genuinely enjoy knowing . The stereotype that says that only dirty old men frequent nudie bars is incorrect.”

She gets asked out often, she said, in situations that would be amusing if they weren’t so sad.

“Men aren’t quite as sneaky as they think they are,” she said.  Even in a strip club, they try to convince her that they aren’t just hunting for sex.  “They think their motivations are transparent, when they aren’t at all.”

Believe it or not, she said she feels lucky, because she has a male friend at school who’s in a similar financial situation, “but there’s no male equivalent to what I’m doing. At least I have the option,” she said.

She says she’s been humbled by the experience, too.

“I am no better than the next dancer by virtue of my education or previous work experience.  The universe has a funny way of putting a person in their place,” she said. “I have learned that I still have a lot to learn about life but now I have some incredible female mentors who continually inspire me with their courage and work ethic.”

She’s also learned to “never say never,” about things you may do in life. She’s almost finished with school, and hopes to stop dancing soon, but figures that “realistically, I’ll probably have to keep dancing until I get offered a full-time job. Which means I’ll be doing it for another six months, at least.”

When she does take a new job, she’s leaving the medium-sized city she’s in, with no plans to return.

“I cannot wait to start my life over elsewhere doing something different but I will always be grateful for the lessons I’ve learned dancing and will never again look down on anyone who works in this industry,” she said.

Are Going to Strip Clubs Cheating?

Friday, June 10th, 2011

Well I have been around strip clubs for over half my life and have often wondered what others thought about the concept of is it considered cheating when going to strip clubs.

When it comes to men’s favorite pastimes such as sports, cars, naked women ranked in the top three.  While taking part in the first two may cause a girlfriend or a wife to voice harmless complaints.  But to indulge in the last one could have you taking up residence in the doghouse.  And could be permanently…..

In some cases men have made the strip club a part of their weekly guy’s night out.  Even though their partner may not approve.

These men argue that no looking plus no touching means no cheating.  But all the while the women believe that enjoying the view of a pole dancer showing off her goodies is just plain and simply put Cheating!

So….. can you stare at a gyrating, hip thrusting G-string without having to repent with a dozen Hail Mary’s afterwards?

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