My audition at Scores West called for putting on a slinky polyester outfit, fake hair and too much makeup, and then slithering around a small stage half-undressed while a belching manager stared at me. I downed three shots, got on the stage, and after 30 seconds, they hired me. It sounds easy, but managers would make girls they had no intention of hiring dance on that same stage for up to 20 minutes. Because they could. Everyone wanted to work at Scores.
Confessions of a Stripper: Tales From the Vip Room
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I had an unquenched need for attention, validation and extramarital stimulation. Neon lights shaped like strangely-contorted topless women flashed from pink to red and back again as they hung above the gold-rimmed entrance. The unrealistic positioning of the neon dancers was somewhat metaphoric to the women that danced inside.
You can find her on Facebook and Instagram. Later on, I had my own dance studio but closed it down to move back home. There was no dance studio that would hire me , because they thought I was going to take their students.