At one time in my life, I was staying at a flea bag hotel in Kansas City, Missouri on Twelfth Street for about $12.00 or $15.00 a week. It was a bargain; and I really did appreciate the deal.
It seemed that anytime I was in my room, I always heard moaning and groaning - sex sounds. Later on, I discovered that it was a hotel for whores and that not too many other types of people stayed there. But even so, I needed a cheap place to stay; so I kept staying there.
All the pimps knew that I was just a stripper and not a whore. They never let anyone bother me. I felt perfectly safe at this place. If a guy looking for a whore or a pimp who did not know me approached me for whore services the other pimps would let them know I was not available.
Not too many people would stay at a place like this mo matter how cheap - not even for free. I am glad I did. It showed me that not all pimps are bad.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Getting a Job as a Bartender at the Pink Pussycat and First Time on Stage
I was lving in Independence, Missouri and working three jobs trying to make ends meet for my kids and myself when I saw an ad in the Kansas City Star - bartender needed, no experience necessary, $100.00 a week. This was a lot of money to me. Up until now, I was only used to doing restaurant and factory work.
I went to see about the job. It was at the Pink Pussy Cat in Kansas City, Missouri. Doris and Joe were the owners. Doris hired me. She said she would teach me how to be a bartender. Later on in years, she confessed that she only hired me because she was so desperate for help.
The Pink Pussy Cat was a strip club. I had no intention of ever being a stripper; but in the back of my mind, when I walked in that place, I knew I would become one. The first time I danced on stage as a stripper happened quite accidently. One of the dancers called in saying she could not come to work. I do not remember all the particulars; but someway or the other I ended upon the satge dancing in her outfit and stripping off my clothes. One of the regular customers wanted to buy me a drink before I got on stage to settle my nerves; so I would not be so scared. I said, "I don't need one. I'm not scared."
When I hit the stage, I felt like I had been doing it all my life. That one night was the first night of the next, approximately, twenty years of being a stripper; and I am glad of it.
Becoming a stripper was one of the best decisions I ever made in my life. It opened doors for my children and myself that would neve have been available any other way.
Watch Opal as THE X-RATED GRANDMA on CREATESPACE:
http://tiny.cc/iniVz
I went to see about the job. It was at the Pink Pussy Cat in Kansas City, Missouri. Doris and Joe were the owners. Doris hired me. She said she would teach me how to be a bartender. Later on in years, she confessed that she only hired me because she was so desperate for help.
The Pink Pussy Cat was a strip club. I had no intention of ever being a stripper; but in the back of my mind, when I walked in that place, I knew I would become one. The first time I danced on stage as a stripper happened quite accidently. One of the dancers called in saying she could not come to work. I do not remember all the particulars; but someway or the other I ended upon the satge dancing in her outfit and stripping off my clothes. One of the regular customers wanted to buy me a drink before I got on stage to settle my nerves; so I would not be so scared. I said, "I don't need one. I'm not scared."
When I hit the stage, I felt like I had been doing it all my life. That one night was the first night of the next, approximately, twenty years of being a stripper; and I am glad of it.
Becoming a stripper was one of the best decisions I ever made in my life. It opened doors for my children and myself that would neve have been available any other way.
Watch Opal as THE X-RATED GRANDMA on CREATESPACE:
http://tiny.cc/iniVz
Friday, January 9, 2009
Starting to Dance at the Park Plaza
I was working at the Pink Pussy Cat as a bartender for $100.00 a week. I would dance as a stripper to "fill in" occasionally for some girl who took the night off. I got to where I wanted to dance full time and not bartend. I do not remember why my boss would not let me do this at the Pink Pussy Cat.
Some one told me to go to the Park Plaza on Twelfth and Central catty-cornered from the Pink Pussy Cat to see about stripping full time. They said I could get $100.00 a week and to not let the manager talk me into any less.
I went in and asked for a job. He told me he would like to hire me; but he could not take a girl away from another club. He said that in order for me to work for him; I would have to quit the Pink Pussy Cat for, at least, a week and then come see him about a job. I said that I would do this. He told me he would give me $80.00 a week. I told him that I wanted $100.00 a week. He said, "O.K., I'll give you $100.00 a week".
If it had not been for that person telling me to ask for $100.00, I would have probably taken the $80.00. I wish I could remember who that person was. There are a lot of incidents such as this that has happened to me where people helped me out; and I thought I would always remember their names; but I do remember their kindnesses. The fact that I cannot remember their names does not bother me as much as it would if I could not remember their kindnesses. It makes me sad to think that I have probably forgotten certain good things that people have done for me.
Some one told me to go to the Park Plaza on Twelfth and Central catty-cornered from the Pink Pussy Cat to see about stripping full time. They said I could get $100.00 a week and to not let the manager talk me into any less.
I went in and asked for a job. He told me he would like to hire me; but he could not take a girl away from another club. He said that in order for me to work for him; I would have to quit the Pink Pussy Cat for, at least, a week and then come see him about a job. I said that I would do this. He told me he would give me $80.00 a week. I told him that I wanted $100.00 a week. He said, "O.K., I'll give you $100.00 a week".
If it had not been for that person telling me to ask for $100.00, I would have probably taken the $80.00. I wish I could remember who that person was. There are a lot of incidents such as this that has happened to me where people helped me out; and I thought I would always remember their names; but I do remember their kindnesses. The fact that I cannot remember their names does not bother me as much as it would if I could not remember their kindnesses. It makes me sad to think that I have probably forgotten certain good things that people have done for me.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Best Decision I Ever Made to Become a Stripper
It was difficult to be a stripper on the road; but through it all, the good times outweighed the bad. This job enabled my children and myself to travel and see things that would have been impossible if I had worked a regular job. It was like being on a vacation all the time and getting paid for it. Whenever I think back, I know that becoming a stripper was the wisest decision I ever made in my life.
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