The cracked soul
I swung and danced on the pole, trying to earn money for my 2 week late rent. I don't know how I let myself stoop this low, as to where a pole determines my lifestyle and whether its good or bad. I'm 17 years young trying to take care of myself, when I should be having the time of my life attending college frat parties. However, not everyone gets to experience that.. Well at least, not me..
Dollars flew on the stage and stuffed into my extremely thin thong as I took of the little clothing that covered my petite body. I swayed my hips and moved my body in a manner I knew they'd like.. This isn't the life I wanted to live, but until further notice I'd be living..
The story of an 17 year old stripper..