Stripping

A decade later, I found myself involved with a seeming respectable veterinarian, Danny. Danny had a “side job” as the owner of an outcall entertainment agency. His macho posturing was an attractive match for the bravado-filled personality I’d developed in an attempt to repress my past and build a life-and my emotional instability was an easy target for his easy access to prescription drugs. The drugs numbed the pain I desperately tried to repress-at least temporarily.

While I was initially hostile to the idea of stripping for Danny’s entertainment agency, his control over the availability ofthe drugs I was now hooked on and his accompanying physical abuse led to my return to exotic dancing. Some of the venues were bachelor parties where I was the only dancer; others were lesbian-themed shows involving another dancer. For extra tips, oral sex between myself and the other dancer or the men at the parties was easily arranged. My life became a blur of painkillers, a regular day job and my “other life” as an exotic dancer and girlfriend of an obsessively controlling and abusive boyfriend.