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Using Vibrators On Stage

One time at the New Era Burlesk Theater in Cleveland, Ohio when I was booked for two weeks as a stripper, I ran into a situation that I had never encountered before. The theater was allowing anything - anything goes! - Live sex with customers - Live sex with another girl - Live sex with an animal. Let your imagination run wild! It was becoming common for the customers to line-up and tip the dancer a dollar; so they could put their heads between her legs. In my opinion, the girls were no longer strippers or entertainers. They were cheap whores - selling themselves for a dollar tip.

Well, I did not go for this at all because I figured that that is where entertainment crossed over to prostitution. I have nothing against prostitution; but do one or the other. Don't say you are a stripper and entertainer; and use it in your show to be a prostitute.

But I needed the money; and it was a two week gig. Also, to make matters worse, I was the "star" of the show. This meant that if I did not think of something pretty wild, I would be booed off the stage because the "star" of the show had to follow everyone else - be the last one to perform - she was supposed to be the best. Also, even though it was beginning to be a rough place to work, I did want to work there again for the money because there were only a certain amount of burlesque theaters to work. I did not want the bosses to fire me or to put up with me because I was booked and never have me back again.

Well, believe it or not, because of my wild imagination, I DID come up with a plan; and the guys loved it! I used three vibrators. I put one in each hole - I don't think I have to explain any further - I eventually had all of them in each hole, all at once. Then I would take them out of the holes between my legs and the other hole and have the customers suck on the vibrators. This way I had no personal contact with the customers. They did not touch me; and I did not touch them. They did not tip me; but that was fine with me. I was making good money from the theater.

Well, the customers were satisfied; so was the management, and so was I. But the girls on the show - the ones who were having the live sex with each other, the customers, and the animals - Even though I did not care what THEY thought, their reaction was pretty funny! Guess what they had the nerve to tell me! YOU'RE GROSS!!!

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Tom Beemer and Misty Night

There was a man who worked at the State Burlesk Theater in Canton, Ohio - Tom Beemer. He sold candy and the tickets. He had not been to bed with too many women. One of the girls on the show - Misty Knight - took up with him. She would go to bed with him from time to time when she was in town.

He was diabetic; so any little mark bothered him; since diabetics sometimes have trouble healing. One day when I came to work he was relaly worried. He told me that Misty had bit him. He was afraid it would not heal up. You can only guess WHERE she bit him.

He wanted to show it to everyone to see what they thought - even the men. We all had a good laugh about it. We teased the dancer a lot. She thought it was funny, too. He healed up.

More Detectives Trying to Take me to Bed

Another incident with a detective occurred that was not quite so funny. He was not quite as subtle as the one I just mentioned. He would come right out and ask me to go out with him which I knew meant only one thing - bed. He was young, good looking, and cocky. But this did not cut any ice with me.

One night after work, I was driving home and noticed a car following me - flashing the headlights at me and honking the horn. I was pretty scared.

My kids and I rented an apartment in back of the Towne Manor Motel. It was dark in the area where I had to park.

I drove home as fast as possible hoping the car would quit following me or thinking to myself I was wrong.

I got home and parked my car. I thought I had lost the car or it was just my imagination. Before I could get out of my car, here came the same car.

It got behind my car blocking me; so I could not back out. I was pinned in. The apartment was in front of me, cars on each side of me, and the car following me in back of me. I was terrified.

Without thinking, I knew I had only one chance. I started my car and put it in reverse. That car blocking me pulled up really fast just in time for me to miss it.

I heard a male voice hollering, "You almost hit my car!" Then I recognized him. He was the young, good looking detective who had been bugging me for sex. He screamed, "Why did you do that?" You almost hit my car! Didn't you see me flashing my lights and honking my horn?'

I immediately let him know that my whole intention was to hit his car and that I do not stop my car just because someone is honking and flashing their lights. I, also, told him that he better not ever do it aain or I would report him to the police department. He never bothered me again.