By Autumn Farrell, Staff Writer, Isis Magazine
The first night I went to a strip club was on my 18th birthday, the day before my high school graduation. My friends took me out on a Thursday night to a sketchy and extremely fun club where the only attraction was the stripping women on stage. We had a great time and my friends even paid for one of the dancers to give me a lap dance. She was a beautiful young lady with blonde extensions and piercings (she remains the reason I think nipple piercings are so fantastic). I'm pretty sure she could tell I was nervous, probably because I responded to her question of, "Do you mind if I take my panties off? Some girls are weird about that," with a crazed laugh and a shrill, "Are you fucking kidding?" She grinned and began to converse with me as she contorted her body in all kinds of crazy, wonderful ways. About midway through the lap dance, after talking about her boyfriend while kicking her leg up to her head, I asked her if she liked working at a strip club. Her see-through heels clacked together. "I do! I'm a show off, and I love dancing. I have fun and make a lot of money. What's not to like?" I wanted to be her so badly in that moment, butt-naked, clearly having a good time, grinding on a stranger and telling them her life story.
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The first night I went to a strip club was on my 18th birthday, the day before my high school graduation. My friends took me out on a Thursday night to a sketchy and extremely fun club where the only attraction was the stripping women on stage. We had a great time and my friends even paid for one of the dancers to give me a lap dance. She was a beautiful young lady with blonde extensions and piercings (she remains the reason I think nipple piercings are so fantastic). I'm pretty sure she could tell I was nervous, probably because I responded to her question of, "Do you mind if I take my panties off? Some girls are weird about that," with a crazed laugh and a shrill, "Are you fucking kidding?" She grinned and began to converse with me as she contorted her body in all kinds of crazy, wonderful ways. About midway through the lap dance, after talking about her boyfriend while kicking her leg up to her head, I asked her if she liked working at a strip club. Her see-through heels clacked together. "I do! I'm a show off, and I love dancing. I have fun and make a lot of money. What's not to like?" I wanted to be her so badly in that moment, butt-naked, clearly having a good time, grinding on a stranger and telling them her life story.
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