Hot, Sweat, Sweet

September 1, 2003

Yesterday my friend Faith and I went out shopping to find me the perfect outfit for dancing. At the mall, after going to Frederick’s of Hollywood and Victoria’s Secret, we realized that clothes are only made for teeny tiny-breasted women. A definite problem for me and my 38D sized chest.

So we went to the local sex shop, “In the Mood”. There were all sorts of awesome outfits.. some I couldn’t figure out how you’d put them on… others were awesome, but massively expensive… some wouldn’t fit my chest if I tried for years… and then I found one that I liked. The bottoms were fuzzy white briefs with sparkles on them, and the top was the same material… it went across my back and tied across my chest in front, with strings that went up and tied about my neck. It looked really awesome on me, I have to admit. Maybe I’ll get a picture for some people sometime.

I couldn’t afford to buy shoes from In the Mood, so I just decided to kidnap a pair of my sister’s shoes that she left at the house. White platform-y type things with a four inch heel. I definitely need to buy something else, though. And I need another outfit or two. Foxy, one of the dancers, told me she buys just about everything at WalMart.. and damn, she looked good. I’m thinking I’ll go to Animal Science lecture tomorrow, but skip lab so I can shop before dancing at 5.

Anyways… so I got there at about 9pm, told them I was Robin’s friend and wanted to audition. I guess Robin had quit because she’s got really bad asthma and the cigarette smoke made dancing difficult.. so yeah. The lady, Deb, took me in back behind the stage and showed me the dressing room. That’s where I met Foxy. She’s an absolutely kick-ass person.. and I think I’ll have a lot of fun as long as she’s around. Chloe was onstage at the time, and I was told I’d be right after her… so I got ready, stretched out a bit.. and waited.

When I heard my stage name, Karrah, called, I went out, took a deep breath, and started to dance. It was really amazing, because my white clothes were absolutely glowing in the blacklight. I felt like I was above my body instead of in my body, watching myself dance and strip for these men… who were entranced, completely. I had a smile on my face that made them feel like I wanted each and every one of them, individually. I danced like I never knew I could.

After just three dances, I had more money in my hands then I’ve held in quite some time. I even did a lap dance, which was a bit odd, but I figure Foxy will teach me over time. She already gave me a few tips. Like I said.. Foxy rocks.

So after paying my DJ fees and house fees and bouncer fees, I walked out after three hours with $55 in my pocket, and a job set for me.

I go back Tuesday night.