The Stripper who Accused Me....

I was working in Syracuse, New York as a stripper. All the other girls were here for just a week; but I was going to stay at the same theater for the entire summer because my kids were going to be out of school. It was handier and cheaper to be in one place instead of traveling around with the kids; so my boss, Al Baker, let me be what was called the stock girl for the summer.

He had done this ocassionally, especially, when I would ask for a raise. He would say, "Well, Star, why don't I just have you be stock girl for such and such amount of months? Then you can save money that way because you won't have the traveling expenses."

My duties as a stock girl were to, basically, "run the show" as well as do my show. I would always be the first girl to dance because I was there every week. Save the best for last! HA! The road girls would be after me because they were new for the guys to see.

I opened and closed the curtains and made all announcements such as welcome to such and such theater and thank you for coming. I announced each girl before she danced and played her records.

One day this black dancer came back stage and told me I was jealous of her and was intentionally messing up her music. This made me really mad because one thing I did was always try to do my job right. Besides that, I would not have tried anything like that, in case, of getting fired. I sure could not afford to lose my job with my kids to support and all. And I was NEVER jealous of any of the dancers. I always felt that I looked the best. I told her she was wrong; and that I did not do what she accused me.

Well, my answer seemed to not satisfy her; so later on she proceeded to bring her pimp backstage. He started in on me about how I was messing her music up.

Well, this was the first time I ever saw a black guy blush. I tore into him like a panther. I cussed him up one side and down the other. Needless to say, I did not hear any more complaints.

Getting in Trouble with a Pimp

To this day, I really do not know why I did this. I could have been killed. I guess it was just out of stuid curiousity. I do not know. At the time, I think I felt that I was trying to educate myself by understanding different people and different personalities - what made them tick. Maybe this was the reason I did what I am about to tell you about. I do not know. I could back-up my stupidity for this particular incident by saying it was for the purpose of understanding personalities based on the fact that I earned my bachelor of science in psychology years later. And I must admit that the first hand experience I received provided more information than anything I could have ever obtained from a textbook.

There was this young, good looking black man that hung around the Two O'Clock Club where I danced as a stripper in Boston, Massachusetts. He never bought any drinks and would say, "No" when hustled to buy some. He seemed to be friends with one of the waitresses. I found out later from other dancers that he was a pimp.

I had never talked to a pimp before as far as I knew. I told myself that I should talk to him and try to understand this type of personality. The approach I decided to use was not too appropriate as far as my personal safety was concerned.

I could not go to him and say, "Heh! I hear you're a pimp. Could I interview you and study your personality?" So I decided on the dangerous approach. I acted like I wanted to work for him.

As far as I can remember, I just went up and told him I wanted to make more money, and I wasn't sure how to do it. I needed someone to show me how. I played the dumb stripper act to the hilt. It worked too good.

Immediately he lit into me. "Listen, Bitch, give me some money. If you haven't got paid, give me what you got on you now. You hear me, Bitch? You pay me to be your man. I know where you work. I know where you live. You have me some money by 2:00 a.m. or leave the state of Massachusetts. You hear me, Bitch? The money at 2:00 or else!"

Needless to say, I was scared. I went and told my girlfriend and roommate, Lori, about what happened. I told her that she didn't have to walk home with me tonight if she didn't want to because he might be there to hurt me. She said she would never leave me alone to face someone like that.

He never showed up after work. I sure was glad. As a matter-of-fact, I do not ever remember seeing him around after that.

I think my friend must have said something to him. She had a way of being forceful with words towards these type of men.

I watched my words AND my curiousity very carefully from that moment on.

My Commission at the Two O'Clock Club

At the Two O'Clock Club where I danced as a stripper in Boston, Massachusetts, I made quite a lot of money. I got paid for dancing as well as commission on the drinks I hustled. The management would sometimes pay the commission a day or two late which did not bother me because I always received it by Tuesday.But a lot of the dancers had trouble getting their money.

Tuesday was here, and I still had not got my commission money. I asked the guy tht always paid me for it. He said, "Don't worry about it. You'll get it later in the week". This really made me angry. I decided right then and that I was not going to join the ranks of the "whiners" for their money.

I did my stage show as I was required to do and then went to the dressing room and sat down. I was not in there more than fifteen minutes when the big bouncer came back and hollered, "What are you doing in here?" I replied, "Sitting." He said, "Get out there and sell those drinks!" I answered, "I was hired to be a stripper. That's what my contract says. If I hustle the drinks, I want to get paid my commisssion for it. And I'm not gonna do anything but my shows tonight unless I get my commission money. I'm not doin' it free."

He left. I really did not care if they fired me because I had decided not to work free and not to wonder when I was going to get paid - if at all.

The bouncer was not gone more than five minutes. He came in the dressing room anad handed me my commission money. He said, "Here!" I said, "Thanks" and went out and started hustling drinks.

Sexual Harassment in the Burlesque Business

I would like to say a word about sexual harrassment as being present when I was a stripper. I am happy to say that, as far as I know, it was not even present on the Al Baker theater circuit or in most of the other places where I performed as a stripper. Out of being a stripper for approximately twenty years, I can truly say that I only encountered two major sexual harassment issues. I think that was above the average for any job during those years.

That is more than I can say for a lot of the so-called respectable jobs women had back then. A lot of the professional women I knew would tell me how they were intiminated into having sex with their employers in order to keep their jobs. I am talking about jobs such as nurses and secretaries. One lawyer told me, "We had a lot of girls apply for the receptionist job today. We hired the one with the biggest tits. That's what got her the job".

Being a stripper is not protected by the so-called respectable smoke screen as the highre uppitty jobs are even today. We bare it all - not only our bodies but, also, our souls. It is the most unhypocritical job in our society. I am very proud to have been a part of it and feel that I still am.

Hustling the Young Man and the Old Man

I was working at the Two O'Clock Club as a stripper. It was a place where I was required to hustle drinks between my stage shows. I had to go from customer to customer and ask them to buy me a drink.

Sometimes it would be pretty difficult to get the men to buy drinks especially since they were so expensive; so the main idea was to make them think they were going to get more for their money than just buying a drink.

They would complain about the price of the drink. I would tell them that they were not actually paying for the drink but for my company.

This satisfied alot of them but not all. For the ones who were not satisfied with this explanation, I led them to believe that they would actually get something more for their money than the drink or my mere presence.

This was done sometimes in a fashion of saying, "Let's have a party!"

One young man who was a really cheap skate did not want to pay $6.00 for a single drink for me. I saw he was cheap from the beginning. I told him, "Don't you want to have a party?" as I rubbed my hands on his back and shoulders. He said, "You mean all I have to pay is $6.00?" I reassured him that $6.00 would get him a party with just the two of us.

As expected, his idea of a party was quite different from what he received. He bought the drink. I sat down. He said, "Well?" I said, "Isn't this fun? Just the two of us sitting here drinking and having a party?" Needless to say he did not buy me another drink.

Another funny incident that stands out in my mind is the time I approached an old man with really thick glasses - you couldn't even see his eyes - for a drink. I soon realized that I could get more than a $6.00 drink out of him.

I hollered, "Let's have a party! We can have so much fun! Come on! Let's have a party!" He stared in space with his thick glasses as he said, "How much?" I said, "$20.00". Of course, like the young guy buying the $6.00 drink, he thought he was entitled to more than a bottle of champagne.

He held up his index finger and said, "Just a minute". Then he went in the men's restroom. He came back wtih a folded $20.00 bill. I could tell it had been folded for a long time - probably in his shoe.

We went and sat in the dark area where you sat when the guys bought bottles of champagne. It was a booth. We always had the guy sit on the inside in case he tried to pin us in for some reason.

The waitress brought the bottle of champagne over and sat the bucket of ice with the champagne in it on the floor placing it where I could reach down and get it. She placed glasses on the table for us.

I excitedly chanted, "Wow! Isn't this fun, we're having a party!" The old man siad, "Nothin's happenin' yet". I kept hollering over and over, "This is so much fun! I just love this party! Don't you like it?" The old man kept saying, "Nothin's happenin' yet!"

I kept pouring the champagne in our glasses, half of it in the bucket, and part of it on the floor - anything to get rid of it. I kept hollering about the fun we were having and the old an kept saying how nothing was happening. Then the bottle was empty.

I held the bottle up and hollered, "Oh! Wow! We need another bottle of champagne! We gotta keep partying! Let's get another bottle." Reality finally set in on the old man as he hollered, "Get outta here!" I quietly - LEFT! ---

Not Talking at the Burlesque Theaters

I danced as a stripper at the Follie's Burlesque Theater for a few weeks then they put me on the road to dance at their other theaters in various cities.

My manager at the Follie's, John Ory, told me various things to do in order to "get by" on the road. He told me to save all my receipts. He said to get a paper sack and just put each receipt in it as I got them. He said I could use them as tax deductions at the end of the year. He told me that if any of the other dancers gave me any problems, to not argue with them. He said to just go tell the manager and let him handle it. He gave me a lot of other good advice that I cannot remember. But there is one piece of advice that I do remember that stands out in my head more than the rest.

At the time, I could not understand it, but now I do. It is really quite funny when I think back about it. He told me to not talk to anyone. He said, "If you have to talk, do it as little as possible". I really thought that was a weird piece of advice to give anyone. But I did what he said and stayed out of trouble and got by on the road without any major negative incidents which, as I look back now, was quite an accomplishment for a young, country, small town woman not even thirty years old who was going to all these different cities by herself with just herself to rely.

I am really glad that I had a person like John Ory to help me by giving various tips to survive on the road.

Several years later, I understood why he told me to not talk to anyone. I was so young and dumb back then that as soon as I opened my mouth, anyone who knew anything would be able to tell that I was this way. On the road, there are a lot of evil pepole who will jump at the chance to take advantage of a young, dumb woman as I was. John probably figured if I kept my mouth shut as much as possible and just did my job, it would cut down on the people who would try to take advantage of me or use me in some way. I thank him for this and all the other different kinds of advice he gave me.

I used his advice even after I learned the "ropes of the road". I use it still - all through my life - even after I have learned the "ropes of life".

The Drunken Jack-Off

My friend Lori Lanier and I were stripping at the Two O'Clock Club in Boston, Massachursetts. We had to work from 2:00 p.m. until 2:00 a.m. When we were not dancing we had to go from customer to customer hustling drinks.

We were on our feet all this time either stripping or hustling drinks. When we got off work, the last thing we wanted to hear was the voice of a man - let alone a voice of a drunken man - let alone a voice of one of our cuustomers which we referred as "jack-offs".

We left the club at 2:00 a.m. We were walking down the sidewalk, minding our own business, to our hotel room. We were so tired.

A drunen man - jack-off - started following us. He kept making sexual remarks such as, "come on girls, let me eat your pussy" or "Come on let's fuck" or "Suck my dick, Baby!"

We kept telling hm to leave us alone. It did not help. Then we acted like we were lesbians. We thought that might deter him. It only made him hotter. Now he fantasized about having two girls and started talking about how he could satisfy both of us and how he liked to see two girls get it on.

We both had enough of his remarks and harrassment. Both of us turned around at the same time without knowing the other one was going to say anything. We both said at the same time, "Why don't you go fuck yourself!" He pitifully replied, "I wish I could!"

Working at the Pink Pussy Cat

I was working at the Pink Pussy Cat in Kansas City, Missouri as a stripper and the Park Plaza as one. They were across the street from each other. The Park Plaza was on one corner, across the street from it on another corner was the Follie's Burlesque Theater, and across the street from the Follie's was the Pink Pussy Cat in the middle of the block; so the Park Plaza and the Pink Pussy Cat were catty-cornered from each other. When I would walk from the Pink Pussy Cat to the Park Plaza, I would have to cross in front of the Follie's Theater.

It scared me. It was so slimy-looking. They showed dirty movies and had the strippers perform stage shows four or five times a day between the movies.

John Ory, ,the manager of the Follie's, would be standing on the corner sometimes when I would walk by. He scared me, too. He was sleezy-looking, fat with a goatee and mustache, and smoking his little cigar. Later on, I found out that he never lit his cigar. He just chewed on it.

He would say to me as I walked by, "Come in and talk to me sometime. You should go to work for us. You could make a lot more money than you do here at these joints".

One day I took him up on his offer and went in to talk to him. He made it sound exciting. I would make more money for less work and get to travel.

I was pretty-well country through and through and was extremely dumb about the "world". I said, "Well, is dancing ALL I would have to do?" He acted rerally shocked as he replied, "Well, yes. What ELSE do you think you would have to do?" I answered, "Well, I don't want to have to go to bed with any of the managers". He laughed. "Don't worry about that! You won't have to!"

I was still very skeptical but took the job. I worked on the Al Baker Burlesque Theater Circuit for approximately ten years. Some of the places I worked besides Kansas City, Missouri were Detroit, Michigan, Canton, Ohio, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and Yew York City, New York. These are places my children and I would probably never had seen if I had not taken the step John Ory offered me.

It was very exciting s John had made it sound and opened a whole new life, in a positive way, for us which led to many more jobs in more citites for different agents over the NEXT, approximately, ten years.

Oh! Yes! And none of Al Baker's managers EVER tried to take me to bed!

Granny's 1st Blog

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I am the X-Rated Grandma....and if you don't believe that shit, you don't believe a fuckin' thing...

Am I right or am I right? I'm as right as rain...ain't I bitch...

Most of you know me better as PHONE SEX GRANDMA...or the 60 YEAR OLD STRIPPER...well...this old bitch is starting a blog....get ready to laugh your asses off!