Private Property ( Tom Kaulitz)

Private Property: The New Job

"What do you feel about showing your boobs?". She asked me over the phone. I hestitantly replied. " I guess i'm okay with it but will they be able to touch my boobs?". I asked and there was an awkward pause over the phone.

"Only if you want them too , But nothing will happen that you don't want to, I promise". she replied surely that there was nothing to be afraid of, So I thought what the hell why not.

"What is your present occupation?". She continued to get to know me over the phone.

I sat on my bed in my dorm room with dimmed lights and scanned the magazine noticing all those beautiful models on the front pages and i continued to answer questions. " Well I am currently attending Loyola Marymount university, majoring in business". I explained and she laughed as if she was shocked about something.

"That's great, Well why do you want to join this industry?". She asked expecting the most valid answer.

A few days earlier, I'd been scanning craigslist for part-time gigs and came across an ad that seemed too good to be true:  "Beautiful college girls sought for night club modeling. Recieve up to 1000/ night. Email pics. I answered and sent some snapshots of my face wearing loads of nude make up with my red hair drapped down my back sexily along with wearing the shortest tightest black dress and highest sliver pumps that i had in my closet. I was hoping that would get some attention and of course it did.

It was mid- April of my senior year of college in Los-Angeles, and i was completely and utterly broke. I had been doing freelance work to keep me afloat but things started to go down hill in March when i started making 500 dollars a Month- not even enough to cover my rent so i decided to hit craigs list and of course this Club modeling caught my eyes. After five minutes of sending photos a woman named Simon sent me a number to dail. I waited until my roommate was sleep before i called.

There was an uneasy silence as i slowly hopped out of my thoughts." I need fast cash". I said bluntly and she moaned in approvement. Simon told me that the job was actually for show girl recruitment; She liked my photos and thought that i would be the perfect candidate. I thought that it was automatically a stripping job but show girls were totally different. She explained to me that it is not so much about showing tricks on the pole and shaking your bum for fast cash to be thrown at you; it was more dressing up in revealing classy outfits eventually getting naked and dancing infront of large groups of men and women for money. The dance moves were choreographic at times and other times it was more of fancy but sexy freestyling. She also told me that there would be lots of traveling, not just dancing inside of clubs but also preforming at fancy rich parties for the entertainment of celebrities, old men, and promoters. Show girls had to have atleast small acting talents, to be able to persaude the men, making him feel like you were satisfying his fantasies and getting them to ejaculate without actually blowing them or having sex with them during the show. Sounded like a high-end stripper.

After explaining the real job discription simon reassured me. " You don't have to do anything that you are uncomfortable with, but you will have to be able to loosen out of your comfort zone to be successful in this industry". She told me the truth. Upon learning that most girls went home with 1000 to almost 2000 a night , I decided to dismiss my apprehension and try it out. 

"When will I be able to interview". I asked wanting to hurry up and get the job as fast as I could.

She cleared her throat out of tiredness signaling that she wanted to end the call soon. " So I would love for you to come down tomorrow around, let's say 6pm. I will send you a text when this call has ended giving you the location, time, and image details. Please be on time! I am not a fan of late girls, Surely I will fire you before you show up if your late". Simon said sternly with her dispatcher type voice . I could tell that she was one tough cookie.