SLUT (Series Part 4 of 4)

Part 1

"I think I was around 19 years old when I finally got my own place. It wasn't really mine, I shared a townhouse with 3 other girls right outside of Dallas. Two were in school, one just worked, and I was in cosmetology school while holding down a job at a department store. It's not where I expected my life to be, but I was young and carefree. School takes up most of my day so I was only working part-time because I had to have time to party. We were in the club at least 4 days a week. I LOVED this night scene in Dallas. There was always something for everyone. The gay clubs, lesbian clubs, 18+, 21+, old heads, everything. Something was always jumping off. Even though we normally would get in free before 10pm the club scene wasn't cheap. I slayed my own hair, but clothes, shoes, nails, all of that would add up so I had to figure something out."

"I wasn't the best looking out of the girls I kicked it with, but I was far from ugly...5'8 165, a little thick, but not too much. I knew I was cute as hell. One night my girls and I went to a club in Dallas not too far from Deep Ellum, the Art District. It was 21 and up, but my girl was able to flirt everyone's way into the club so we knew we were about to get fucked up that night. I cant remember the name of the sport, but when we walked in it was wall to wall people. Throwing back drinks and dancing all night we had way too much fun, but right before we were about to leave I was out on the dance floor and this guy approached me. He said his name was KJ and pulled me off the dance floor to chop it up for a minute. He was telling me how he wanted me to come out and work at his strip club. I wasn't interested right away, but we exchanged numbers and that was that."

"Not too long went by before I decided to hit him up. He gave me the directions to the spot off Industrial Parkway in Dallas. I had no idea what to wear to a job interview to be a stripper. I had no Idea what to do at a stripper because I was only 19 and I had only been to that type of club a couple of times."

I paused because this is always the hardest part to tell. I've only told this story a couple of times before, but now it's with a counselor. She was cool though. Sweet girl named Dakota. I've only been to her a couple of times though. She does the whole group therapy thing, but it's not for me. I guess with my situation I need a little more one on one to see if I can get to the root of my issues, but I'll get into those issues later.

"Tiffany, do you need a moment?" she asked.

"Nah, I'm good. This part just gets complicated is all."

"Well, continue when you're ready" she said.

"Ok, well I got to the strip club and KJ was waiting outside for me. We spoke for a minute and that's when he let me know it was really his uncle's club, not his. He did look a little young to be a business owner, but I appreciated the honesty. We went in and I met Troy, the owner. He was your typical old black guy dressed like it was Easter Sunday on a Friday night. We had a one on one which was cool. All I had to do was go in a back room and get undressed in front of him and another guy. They touched me and put their fingers in me, but I figured that was normal stuff for a strip club. I didn't have to dance, they just gave me the job."