Blue collar guys love
strippers. Horny frat boys and CEOs love strippers. Tony Soprano and his crew
loved strippers, and everybody knows rappers love strippers. T-Pain said it
like this: Got the body of a goddess/Got
eyes butter pecan brown/ I see you girl/Droppin low, she comin down from the
ceiling to tha flo. And Wyclef Jean defended dancers everywhere when he
said Just 'cause she dances go-go, it
don't make her a ho, no.
The truth is, we ladies love
strippers too. We take pole dancing classes and buy sexy lingerie because we
want to be just as sexy. We want to arch our own backs, roll our own hips, and
wrap our own bodies around a pole like a snake to make our men drool. But to
many of us, the actual workings of a strip club are a mystery. I’ve seen
burlesque shows and I saw the film, Magic
Mike, but I was somewhat in the dark about what actually happens in strip
clubs. And I’ve always wondered what it was like to be a stripper.
To answer my first question,
I spoke to a female friend who frequents strip clubs. In her experience,
dancers pull out all the stops when they give another woman a lap dance. Maybe
they enjoy the opportunity to change it up, since female patrons are in the
minority. Maybe they’re just into girls. Or most likely, they love the chance
to be the aggressor, to shock and arouse a soft, yielding subject. Either way,
as a woman, you’ll be allowed greater freedom to “touch”. In fact, female
customers are often encouraged to touch and reciprocate. According to my
friend, you might be treated to a vibration kiss, also known as a motorboat.
If you’re afraid to
participate or simply can’t handle a lap dance, just kick back and savor the
artistry of a brilliant dancer. The female body is a marvelous creation of
symmetry and curves. Enjoy it, if only as a remarkable work of art. And
remember, that fun fantasy at the club acts as foreplay to keep things hot when
you and your partner get home.
After chatting with my
friend, I got the chance to speak to an actual stripper and ask her the
questions I was dying to have answered. To protect her identity, I’ll refer to
her as “Sweet Thing.” However, I can reveal that she is gorgeous and funny and
a talented dancer with the trophies to prove it.
Ms.
Butler: So
how long have you been dancing and where have you danced?
Sweet
Thing:
I’ve been dancing for about nine years. I’ve danced in Kansas, Missouri, New
Mexico, Oklahoma, Texas, Florida, Georgia.
Ms.
Butler: Is
there one state that’s your favorite place to dance?
Sweet
Thing: Definitely Texas. Texans are the nicest. You
know how they say everything is bigger in Texas? Well, they’re the friendliest.
The biggest tippers. They really want to look after you well. I was dancing at
a club down there and all the men reminded me of George Bush. The kind of men
he’d hang out with. I wouldn’t have been surprised to have seen him in there.
The customers were the same kind of rich, oil men. They know how to make a
dancer feel appreciated.
Ms.
Butler:
What are the worst places to dance?
Sweet
Thing: For me, Atlanta is hard because in the clubs
I was trying to dance in, they prefer large, 200 to 300 pound women. They want
to see all of that fat jiggling. At my size, I didn’t stand a chance. Another
place I didn’t like was St. Louis. There’s a lot of nasty clubs there. Some of
them are really dirty. There are shootouts and people hanging out in the
parking lot all the time. I’ve heard of places where there’s an “Anything Goes”
room. Customers can do whatever the dancer agrees to and the bouncers look the
other way. They pay around $100 for a customer to go back there.
Ms.
Butler: Anything goes, huh? Is there a limit on the
number of people who can go in there?
Sweet
Thing: No. To my knowledge, as many people as the
room can fit, as long as they pay.
Ms.
Butler: I can imagine things getting pretty crazy in
a situation like that. I think most people assume there’s drama between dancers
at some point. What causes dancers to fight?
Sweet
Thing: Some dancers will steal anything- your
makeup, your phone, electronics, whatever. They’ll steal your clothes, your
underwear. Or they fight over customers.
The older dancers tend to get jealous of the younger ones. The older ones have
long-time customers and they don’t want some younger dancer going behind her
back and stealing a customer. Like, you could go pee and come back and find
some other dancer with your customer. So that can cause fights, because if he’s
generous and likes to spend a lot of time and money on a girl, that can be
hundreds of dollars taken from you. If
the customers start fighting or acting stupid, it’s because they’re drunk.
Ms.
Butler: What are some of the more unusual requests
dancers get?
Sweet
Thing: Some want what’s called the “Girlfriend
Experience”. Basically they want you to pretend to be their girlfriend for the
night. They want you to walk around the club with them, holding hands. They’ll
pay between $30 to $500 depending on the club. Then you’ve got the guys who
want you to hit them in the balls.
Ms.
Butler: Ouch! Seriously?
Sweet
Thing: Yes. They want you to hit them or kick them
in the balls. They want to be punched and bitten and smacked around. Some guys are referred to as “shakers”. When
you’re giving them a lap dance, they grab hold of your love handles and just shake
the hell out of you, pulling you back and forth. They can go on all night like
that, dry humping you. Every now and then I’ll see a dominatrix bring a guy in
so he can get beaten. Then you’ve got the guys with foot fetishes. We had a guy
who liked to deep throat two women at once. He’d put one dancer’s foot all the
way in his mouth, then he’d do the same with the other dancer and just go back
and forth, sucking their feet. One guy had me pour a drink on myself so that it
rolled down my leg, off my foot and into his mouth.
Ms.
Butler: So tell me, how does a dancer learn to dance?
Sweet
Thing: A veteran can teach you. You can take pole
dancing classes. You do a lot of practicing.
Ms.
Butler: I
guess that’s true about anything in the sexual arena. Practice, practice,
practice makes perfect. Please share the secret of the butt shaking dance? How
do you do that? Not twerking, but just making the butt jiggle.
Sweet
Thing: Really, you just wiggle your heels.
Everything above that will shake.
Ms.
Butler: Does it ever give you a backache? Making your
butt shake looks hard on the back.
Sweet
Thing: Not really. Being upside down on the pole can
make your back hurt. Or floor dancing. That can be hard on your back.
Ms.
Butler: What are some other hazards of the job?
Sweet
Thing: Sometimes girls fly off the pole. Or they may
be working upside down on the pole and slip and come down on their head. You
might be spinning on the pole, and all of the sudden your shoe flies off and
cracks a customer in the head. If you’re too drunk, it can be hard to know
where the stage ends, so you fall off. Then you have the rocker chicks. They
don’t have a lot of rhythm, so they just kind of bang and throw themselves
around the stage. They’re like a pissed off cow with hooves. They think the
faster they throw
themselves around, the better. They have no grace, and you
can get hurt dancing like that.
Ms.
Butler: Have you ever seen anything scary happen?
Sweet
Thing: Once a guy got into it with another guy, and
he ran off and came back with a gun.
Sometimes the brawls between girls get pretty bad when they bring out
the stilettos. That can get scary. Or if you’re alone with a customer and he
starts to get rough, there’s a panic button you can use, and the bouncers will
come help you out.
Ms.
Butler: What’s the funniest thing you’ve seen in a
club?
Sweet
Thing: There was a guy laying on the stage watching
a girl dance, and all of the sudden he brings out a bag of pot and gives it to
her. The bouncers were like no, no, no. Then one time I was in a Miss Nude
contest, and they had just put down a new stage and it was slippery, and one of
the dancers who was really pretty and thought she was all that- she fell right
on her ass.
Ms.
Butler: What’s the sweetest thing you’ve seen happen?
Sweet
Thing: A guy came in on Valentine’s Day and passed
out roses to all of the girls. At Christmas time, there’s a church group who
comes around and gives the girls gift baskets. They’ll put socks in there, and
jewelry. They’ll put in a Bible and maybe some hand sanitizer. Something else really sweet was when a true
veteran took me under her wing. She gave me a wardrobe, she taught me how to
sit and be good company so that the guys don’t want anyone else. She was one of
the sweetest women I’ve ever worked with. She always looked out for me and gave
me what I needed, like if it was football season, or there was a big sporting
event, she’d give me a cheerleader outfit to dance in.
Ms.
Butler: What advice would you give a new dancer?
Sweet
Thing: Don’t make friends with people. Stick to
yourself and avoid cliques. If you’re going to be promiscuous with customers,
keep it private. Never screw the owner or the manager. It will cost you your
job. After two or three months you’ll be fired because you’ll get arrogant and
cocky and start acting like a queen bee.
And there you have it. A
backstage peek into the fascinating world of a stripper. I’d like to thank
Sweet Thing for taking the time to enlighten me.
Rory’s Love
Aurora, Psychic For the Stars
Book One
Donna Butler
Genre: Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 13-978-1503377257
ASIN: B00PUDMXMA
Number of pages: 197
Word Count: 60,547
Cover Artist: Donna Butler and Sander Cha
Book Description:
As a psychic medium to the stars, Aurora Alexander believes her life is about as full of glamor and excitement as it can get. Until she falls in love with a client, the multi-platinum selling performer and record producer, Curtis Love. Even though Curtis has a girlfriend, he and Rory share an attraction that proves to be irresistible. Once Curtis breaks up with his girlfriend and they give in to their passion, the story takes them from St. Tropez to Manhattan, Maui, Paris, Milan and elsewhere. Rory’s life becomes every woman's dream come true, filled with designer clothes, jewels, glam squads and a personal bodyguard. But in spite of all the glamor and globe-trotting, Rory can’t outrun the suspicion that Bella, one of her clients, is in grave danger.
Rory's devotion to her sometimes dangerous line of work begins to cause friction in her relationship with Curtis. Despite Curtis’s warnings, when the ghostly victims of a serial killer come to Rory for justice, she can't help but chase down their killer. But as she puts her life in jeopardy to expose a killer and rescue Bella, she also jeopardizes the greatest love she's ever known.
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Excerpt:
When we got back
to the hotel, he was still amped up and wanted to make love in the Jacuzzi in
our suite. What should have been a romantic interlude turned into a lot of
playful splashing, dunking and laughing. We’d wrestle for a little, then make
love, start wrestling again and suddenly that would turn into more lovemaking.
By the end of it, we were soaked and exhausted.
Later that
afternoon, I spoke to Bella again and we settled on dinner at her boyfriend’s
restaurant at seven. On the drive over, Curtis and I were cuddled in the
backseat of the rental car like childhood sweethearts when suddenly I felt a
familiar tightness in my chest. Breathing deeply didn’t help. Predictably, I
started trembling and began to feel weak.
“Are you
shaking, baby?” Curtis asked. “Dave, throw me one of those bottles of water.”
Unable to speak, I watched, as if from a great distance, as Dave passed a
bottle of water to Curtis. Curtis grabbed my purse and pulled out several
bottles. He selected one containing the fast acting, anti-anxiety pills. “Open your
mouth, baby,” he told me. He slid a pill into my mouth, opened the bottle of
water and held it to my lips until I drank. Then he held me and stroked my
forehead until the pill took effect. “Any idea what caused it?”
I shrugged. “I
feel like it has something to do with this dinner. Or Bella. I don’t know.” I
sighed. “I just got a bunch of warning signals all at once.”
“Do you want to
call her and cancel?” Curtis asked.
“No,” I said,
pausing to cough. “I need to be there.”
When we walked
in, Bella was waiting at the hostess station looking camera ready in a form
fitting, black mini dress. Her bright red locks had been flat ironed to
perfection, and her makeup was flawless. She grabbed a stack of menus and
quickly ushered us through several elegant dining rooms and up a small flight
of stairs. On the way, I noticed the brass railings that edged the upper level
dining rooms. “You okay?” Curtis asked when I stumbled on the stairs.
“I’m fine,” I
said as we continued to a private dining room near the back of the restaurant.
I knew that brass railing. I knew it from that awful dream.
Now that Curtis
had gotten through the place unrecognized, there was time for greetings and
introductions. “I’ve seen you work,” Curtis told Bella as he removed his
sunglasses. “You’re very good.”
“Thank you,”
Bella said with an enchanting smile. “I’ve seen you in concert six or seven
times. Australia, England, Germany, New York. You rock, man. You just get out
there and spit fire. And the things you do with beats are sick. Hey, why don’t
you guys have a seat and I’ll let the chef know you’re here.” She grinned and
headed off to the kitchen.
When she
returned with her boyfriend, I reached over and grabbed Curtis’s hand as we
stood for the introductions. My heartbeat was so violent, I imagined it was
visible through my dress.
“Rory, Curtis,
this is my boyfriend Cliff Wexler.”
I took in the
dark hair on his head and on his knuckles when he reached out to shake my hand.
I nearly drew back my hand when I saw the manicured fingernails. Cliff. Cliff?
How could Bella have ignored that? “Pleased to meet you,” I said as a sea of
blood roared through my ears. He was pleasant looking, in the way a
conservative Republican politician can look pleasant. He had dark brown hair, a
high forehead, close set brown eyes and thin, thin lips.
“Yeah, pleased
to meet you Cliff,” Curtis said as he instinctively took my arm and allowed me
to sag against him. To me, his voice sounded like it was coming from the far
end of a ten mile tunnel.
Cliff’s eyes
widened as he stared at me with speculation.
Suddenly, two
female spirits appeared on either side of Cliff. They were nude and foggy
white. Each wore a gruesome necklace of blood that dripped down, past their
breasts. As my eyes moved lower, I saw that, unlike the white hair on their
heads, their pubic hair appeared in lifelike shades. One woman had been a
brunette and the other had had black hair. Then I noticed huge clots of blood
sliding from between their legs.
“Rory is such an
awesome medium,” I heard Bella say, from what seemed like a thousand miles
away. “Dead people contact her all the time with warnings for the living. She’s
amazing.”
Every ounce of strength left my legs as I
blacked out.
About the Author:
Donna lives in the Kansas City area with her husband and three cats. She wrote her first novel at fourteen and has had a love affair with writing ever since. In addition to writing, she loves gardening, laughing at reality television and playing with her three-year-old granddaughter.
Blog: www.blog.donnabutler.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/leftwingeddove
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Thank you so much for allowing me to be a guest blogger!
Enjoy reading new materials would love to read this one! Thanks and Happy New Year!
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