Cash only

February is for the bag

    Last year I took it upon myself to stop being poor. Honestly fuck that shit.
     Everyone dances for a different reason. Some girls are trying to pay for school, some girls are trying to finance their drug addictions, some are just trying to make ends meet. In the end it all comes down to the bread. We're all just working for blue faced hundreds and maybe a few free drinks.
To start this off I had never met a dancer, never been to a strip club, had not even the smallest clue about what I was about to get into but I knew I wanted money. The funny part about it is that this whole thing came down to a conversation with my dad, who doesn't even know I dance. I made a joke about it and he said something along the lines of "I knew a girl in college who paid her way through by dancing in Atlanta on the weekends. She has a PhD now." And as soon as I hung up the phone I called the strip club.
My audition was so weird. I didn't even dance, I literally went back into the champagne room with my boss and he sat with me for an hour talking to me about why I wanted to dance and what I needed to do in order to make the most money possible in this business. Most people would've walked out of the audition I think. You tell me: a 60 year old man starts showing you how to give lap dances, and how to look for signs on people's kinks, are you uncomfortable or nah? Honestly I wasn't, I got the freaking job. I was about to go from food stamps to where I'm at now which mostly consists of eating out everyday (eating steak every once in awhile to prove how good I'm eating.)
  I really didn't understand the weight of it though. My entire job is using my looks and personality, my body language to make men feel like they're wanted. Like their kinks aren't weird, like I am everything they could've ever dreamed, and they pay me for an illusion. Most of my time is spent giving men what they're too insecure to find themselves.
   Here's where I wish I would've started writing about this sooner, because when I first started I was so starstruck at everything happening to me. My first day I think I made $180 and almost peed my pants. Where as now if I make $180 I'm trying to pick pocket guys at the club. When you first start dancing it's like starting school. You don't know anyone or really what or where anything is. You just go with it and pray you don't trip in front of the class or in this case trip over your own feet in front of a room full of men who are about to pay your rent.
  I will say I don't think I've ever had more fun than I was in the first 5 months of me dancing. I was running through money and if you haven't met one... secret... strippers are some of the nicest people you will ever meet. So on top of the money I had all of these new gal pals, who brought me in and taught me pole tricks and makeup hacks and real life lessons about men and money. I wish it could be like that forever. That I never had to deal with gross guys, or bad weeks or even months. I do know that I'll never take back that choice though.

Xo Aspen