Sleeping in My Car...

When I was dancing as a sripper on the road, I would have to cut corners in many ways to make sure that my kid's boarding schools received their payments on time. This involved, quite regularly, doing without food or shelter. Luckily, I had my car to sleep in when I could not pay for a room.

I would go to a roadside park and sleep in my car. I did not realize how dangerous this was. Many times the weather would be cold, freezing, and snowy. Sometimes when I was in a big city like Chicago, I would go to a residential area and parallel park on the street. In the cold winters of Chicago, nobody noticed someone sleeping in their car, especially, with the windows fogged up from the cold. I would get in the back seat and cover-up with my rugs that I used in my stage shows. I am surprised I did not freeze to fesath.

One time in Scranton, Pennsylvania, I was sleeping in my car. I would take my rugs with me after work and drive to a roadside park to sleep. It was so cold. The husband of one of the strippers asked me one night if I was sleeping in my car. I asked him - why did he think that. He told me that he sees me carrying my rugs out every night; and I do not have a room at the motel. I admitted that I was because I needed the money for my kids. He and his wife offered to let me stay in their room for no money. I really did appreciate it.

I really did thnk they were nice to do this for me. This kind incident helped to introduce me to the well-known fact that you do not get something for nothing; and if someone does you a kind favor, usually, they have a plan in their head to use you someway. The plan is usually more devistating than the way you were before they did the favor.

After I had stayed there a couple of nihgts, the wife told me in the dressing room that they liked to spice up their sex life with a threesome every so often. She said their sex life gets dull sometimes; and when they have a threesome, it revives it. She asked me if I would do it. Of course, I said, "No".

I was not that cold. Needless to say, the cold car looked pretty good. I went back to it willingly despite their pleasfor me to stay.

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Girls Who Gave Their Trick Money to Their Men

I am a very opened minded person - more than most people I know. But I encountered some dancers on the road who would sell their bodies to men to help support their husbands and boyfriends. I am not saying I never did this either; but all my money wnet to my kids. Maybe some would argue that that was my life and the husbands and the boyfriends that some of the strippers gave their trick money to - were their lives. I just feel that selling one's budy is humiliating enough to do it out of necessity let alone giving it to a man, espicially, one who is making no effort to work and is living off the woman.

The first time I ever encountered this type of "arrangement" was when I worked at a club in Kansas City, Missouri. I was really green. The owner's wife was a stripper. Her daughter became one later. His wife would leave the club with men during business hours (between shows). I asked her where she went. She told me she went to bed with these men for money. I asked her if her husband knew. She told me he did. She seemed not really bitter but hard. I did not understand that then; but I do now. I have, myself, became hard over the years in certain aspects, especially, when it comes to men. I used a lot of men back then. That is one thing I am not sorry about.

Another incident really shocked me concerning strippers selling their bodies and having a husband or a boyfriend. A really pretty young stripper who I worked with would take the men to her motel room and turn tricks while her so-called "man" waited in the bathroom. Since then, I have bacome more wiser. Her "man" probably got his thrills from watching.

There was one dancer that I really did feel sorry for. Her "man" would take all her money from dancing. She was broke all the time. To get money, she would trun tricks without her "man" knowing and sew the money in the hemline of her gowns. I felt sorry for her; but, at least, she was smart enough to not give the money to the "jerk" living off her.

It makes me sad to think about the dancer back then who let men use her in such manners as mentioned above. The ones she had sex with were not the worst culprits. They used her but paid her what she asked. It was a business deal. The worst user of her body was the one man who should have been helping her instead of having her sell her body for his benefit. These men were truly worst than the ones who paid the money.

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