Stripper Chronicles I

For me my career and life was all about the money. The thing with Robbie, does anyone really blame me? This is the guy that hired Cody Taylor to kill are unborn children. There is no making up from that. He made his bed and now he’s gonna sleep in it.

A little extreme? Maybe

But he forced me to do it, and now my legal team is more then ready to take him down. Now that the things are in motion, I can go back to focusing on what means most for me.

Money

It always has been. I think it’s in my blood. I come from a family of hustlers. My dad was and still is a hustler. How else would we be able to afford a legal team like we have? Money is the only thing my father ever talked about. It was one of his biggest problems with Robbie; he wasn’t smart with his money

After having Robbie arrested, I quickly found my wrestling career on a stand still once again. Which I figured would happen. So I had been ready to go back to dancing. It’s been almost five years since I danced, and I was still nervous as all hell, but with the trail coming up I needed to do something that would keep me distracted

Pulling up front of Club Esctasy, It was a little building that looked like nothing more than a shack from the outside. Once the car was in park, I immediately started having second thoughts.

‘You don’t know these people, there could be rapists, murderers or whatever hanging out around here’

I glanced around in both directions hoping no one was paying attention to me as I sat behind the steering wheel of my car, and tried to summons up enough courage to go inside. I wondered if my girlfriend Diane’s car was parked on the other end somewhere, or maybe even in the back. I would definitely need her there to help me make it through the night.

A couple of guys walked by my car and snapped me back to reality

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“I can do this.”

I flipped down my visor mirror and looked at the job I had done with my make-up. I had plastered my eyes with so much shadow that I felt like one of the girls in the many porno flicks I’d watched to get myself pumped up to make a return to dancing. Diane had told me that’s what she did to make herself feel sexy. She said it made her feel sexy. She said after filling her head with X-rated images and drowning a few shot shots of henny, she was usually good to go.

I felt like a rookie, instead of a returning veteran

I felt for half-pint of Hennessy that I picked up on the way there. I opened the bottle and took another swallow. I fidgeted with my hair and applied more gloss before snapping the mirror shut. I took a deep breath and clutched the door handle. I hesitated and tried to think positive thoughts about what I was going to do, but the truth of the matter was that I was nervous as hell.

I haven’t been this nervous since standing outside Sparks Steakhouse in New York City watching the police carry out Robbie in handcuffs.

As I walked I got a taste of what it was gonna be like, as I felt the eyes of every guy in the parking lot on me. Undressing me with their eyes and doing worse things in their thoughts.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“You can do this, nothing wrong with extra money”

I was used to guys starring at me when I entered a wrestling ring, but never like this. I felt like an object. A juicy steak on a platter that was about to get served up. Some of the guys were yelling at me, but I was too deep into what I was about to do to comprehend, much less care what they were saying. Truth be told I was an object now; an object for there entertainment

At that moment, the club’s door swung open and I could hear booming music flooding into the parking lot. When the bouncer stopped me at the entrance, my skin started to crawl as his eyes wandered from my head down to my toes.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“I’m looking for Bruce.”

..:: Bouncer ::..
“You new?”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Um … Yeah”

I nodded clutching my thin jacket at the neck

..:: Bouncer ::..
“I know you aint shy. This aint no place for no shy ho”

I started to say something, but no words came out

..:: Bouncer ::..
“Let’s see what your working with”

I jumped when I felt somebody’s hand palming my ass

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“What the fuck!”

I turned to face the asshole

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Don’t touch me!”

I screamed at this drunk who could barely hold himself up

..:: Drunk ::..
“Aw, baby, you too cute to act like that. We friendly around here. If you going to make some money, you gots to be nice”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Just don’t touch me!”

He stumbled toward me and I took a few steps back

..:: Drunk ::..
“Here”

He said and shoved a crumbled five dollar bill toward me

..:: Drunk ::..
“Here’s something for you cutie.”

He continued before stumbling into the club. I turned my attention back to the bouncer

..:: Bouncer ::..
“That’s just Eddie. He don’t mean no harm, but you definitely got to get used to motherfuckers grabbing at you. We try to keep that shit down, but it’s gonna happen. If you don’t want to be touched like that, you can go back to wrestling.”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“I’m only here for the excitement, not for the money. I got plenty of that. But I’m growing bored and don’t need drunks touching me to entertain me.”

He nodded

..:: Bouncer ::..
“Why don’t you go in and walk through that first door to your right. That way you can get straight to the dressing room and bypass the crowd”

I stepped past him, bypassed the door and followed the music. The room was a pretty good size, but the mirrored walls made the place seem twice as big. The tables and chairs were lined up in sections that surrounded the stage. There were also two dark doorways toward the back of the room. The soft lighting gave off a dark enough hue over the entire room, and the place smelled like a mixture of cigar smoke, crisp money and just a hint of weed. Several men stood huddled in a group of dancers. They were both naked and dancing their asses off. There were other men posted up at the bar. A few of them had woman dancing in front of them.

I stopped and looked around the room. A lot of the men that were sitting at tables had women dancing for them too. Up until that moment, I was under the mistaken dilution that I would be doing a couple of sets onstage and that’s it. But as I continued to watch, I saw the men giving the dancers money when the song ended. The dancer would get the money, get dressed I what little outfit they were wearing, and move on to the next man.

I started to get excited as the music pumped through the massive speakers. It was loud and contagious. Just as I prepared to turn and find the dressing room, I bumped into this completely naked woman.

..:: Dancer ::..
“Hi, you must be Loca”

She said this as if she was fully clothed. I tried my best not to stare at her naked body, but I couldn’t help it.

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Yea, I was told I could have a guest spot here”

..:: Dancer ::..
“I’m Crème. Diane just called me and said she’s running late, so she asked me to take care of you until she gets here”

She was cute, short hair, olive skin with an hourglass shape, firm breasts and shapely hips. I tried not to stare at her nipples, but they seemed to be pointed right at my eyes. Next to us, two other naked dancers were grinding their hips and shaking their tits all in there customers’ faces

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Oh, Okay”

I kept reminding myself I was here to distract myself from the drama with Robbie. I pulled my gym bag close and followed Crème down a dark hallway. Before we turned I looked toward the stage; a couple of women were gyrating all over each other. One was wearing a pair of spiked heels and a garter around her beefy thigh. The other dancer, who was laying on the stage, had on white platform boots and a garter filled with bills. Spiked heels dropped it like it was hot and was bouncing up and down on other dancers’ face. On the other side the stage, I noticed pink flesh when another dancer spread and held her legs up and opened wide, in mid air. I couldn’t hide my shock. But when I saw a group of men throwing bills on stage, I finally knew exactly where I was and was sure that I wanted to be there

..:: Crème ::..
“You coming?”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Yea, sorry”

I did a slow trot to catch up to crème. We weren’t in the dressing room for a good thirty minutes before a big, burly man burst through the door. Most of the girls scattered or quickly busied themselves. I never did know what his real name was, but all the girls called him Bruce Bruce. Because he was just as big as the famous comedian, and he did kinda favor him

..:: Bruce Bruce ::..
“Delicious just quit, I need somebody fresh!”

When he stepped close to me, Crème was standing next to me, but she didn’t say anything

..:: Bruce Bruce ::..
“Oh, Lisa”

He said removing the cigar from his lips, where spittle had gathered at the corners of his mouth

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“It’s Loca”

..:: Bruce Bruce ::..
“Whatever, you’re delicious now. You need to be ready to shake that ass when I call for you.”

Before I could protest, he spun around and headed back out the door as abruptly as he had come in. I glanced up in the mirror to see the other dancers in different stages of closing down for the day, while others were getting ready to go make money. My head started spinning and I felt myself get warm

..:: Crème ::..
“I got a little something for you. It’ll help you relax and get into it”

She fumbled through her stuff and came out with a small plastic bag. I knew what time it was. She stuck one of her long fingernails into the bag and held it in front of my face. I had tried cocaine a few times, but I never really got anything out of it

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“Nah, that ain’t really my thing.”

I took a big swallow of my henny

..:: Crème ::..
“Okay”

By the time it was my turn to dance, Crème had me pumped a little drunk and feeling the music. When Bruce Bruce called for me, I was as ready as I’d ever be. Once I got on stage, I sprang to life, surprising even myself. Every time I went down to the floor, I’d shake my behind and spread my thighs. The men loved it. I’d gyrate my hips to the music, stripping off pieces of clothes as I moved around the stage. When I was down to my last stitch of clothing, which was a thong with fringes, I pulled it to one side and used my fingers to stretch my lips real wide. That one really surprised me. These two men stood at the stage feeding me money like they had an unlimited supply

Diane never came to the club that night and I didn’t see her at all for a few days, but by the time she came back, I was a pro again. After three weeks into my new hobby, the money was rolling in and I was ready to change my name. Delicious was okay, but this customer gave me an idea when he came stumbling up to the stage at the end of my performance one night.

..:: Drunk Customer ::..
“I wanna see my Kitty”

I was trying to clear my money off the stage before the next dancer came up, but he wouldn’t let up.

..:: Drunk Customer ::..
“Miss Kitty, I want to see her. I live for the part when you stroke that cat for me”

..:: Loca Rocsi ::..
“What?”

I yelled over the music.

..:: Drunk Customer ::..
“Them other bitches just dance, you put on a show for a motherfucker. Make him want you”

At first I didn’t understand what he was saying. But the more I studied the other girls; I realized he was talking about. They were merely moving to the music. Every so often they may rub a tit, but it was like: one, two, stop and turn; three, four, shake your ass; five, six, drop and spread; seven, eight, get back up. That’s when I realized just how different I was.

When I was onstage, it was like I was in a trance, dancing in my very own world. I’d pick a man and stare at him, literally working him over with my eyes. When I danced, I moved seductively and my hands wandered all over my body as if the customer himself was exploring me. I stroked, caressed, and massaged, trying to give them an idea of what it might be like if I’d actually let them touch me

With his simple request, my new persona was born. I became Miss Kitty. Now I waltzed out onstage dressed in a short, tight leather miniskirt, with a garter belt and black fishnet stockings. I topped things off with a fishnet shirt, a black leather bra and a long pair of black gloves. My final touch was a small, elegant silk mask. Within two months time, Miss Kitty had her own small-but-generous following. Their money spoke volumes telling me without a doubt that they appreciated my well calculated efforts to make them happy and it was just the distraction I needed

But wrestling is still my first love

And being a Queen is my next objective