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.
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