Most of the girls I worked with as a stripper were natural exhibitionists including myself. At that time of my life, I enjoyed the thrill of shocking people. I still do but, maybe, not as intensely as I did back then.
I never wore a bra. Sometimes my tops were so skimpy and see through that a blind man could have seen my nipples.
Some girls I worked with in Buffalo, New York proved to be as wild, if not wilder, than me. They went to eat at the chicken place next door to the burlesk theater. After they ate, the waitress came over to give them the check. One of the girls who had extra big tits just pulled them out and dropped them on the table and said, "How much do we owe?"
They were told to leave and never come back and to forget about the bill - just leave! That was alright with them. They figured they got a free meal and would probably never be in Buffalo again anyway. And if they were, that was not the only restaurant in town. The shocked look on the face of the waitress was worth getting kicked out and barred.
One time after work in Kansas City, Missouri, a customer who had the "hots" for me gave my friend, a stripper, and me a ride a few blocks away from the club where we were working to a party at a restaurant. He was a low-keyed quiet married man. We were all three in his pick-up truck. My friend was sitting in the middle. It was rush hour traffic. My friend pulled her top up and shook her breasts. He said, "Oh! My God!" She could have caused him to have a wreck. It was so funny to see the surprised look on his face that a wreck would have been worth it.
These are just examples of what most of us strippers liked to do for fun. The thrill of seeing the surprised, shocked, look on someone's face was fun and is fun to do.
A story from
100 STORIES FROM AN OLD STRIPPER
By Opal Dockery
Now available on AMAZON, BARNES & NOBLE and LULU:
1 comment:
Hello my friend :) just got the link to your blog and have only read this one entry. I can't wait to read the rest. I just can't shut up is my blog.
Post a Comment