Excerpts from something i started writing in 2009, sort of a memoirs of the Strip Club scene in New Zealand, Australia, and Japan. keep checking back, ill be posting up bits of the story every now and then- the funny bits.The bits where strippers put customers phones up their pussies, or where they get so drunk they urinate on the stage…. and the crazy customers who ask dancers to shit in cups, or kick them in the balls. Ive seen it all, now im writing it all! :)

i Hope you like it! 

copywrite 2009/2010 Chloe Conrad

I started dancing when I was 18 and it began with a dare. I had been with my high school boyfriend for about three years, and was working in a luggage shop in downtown Auckland. I had escaped the crazy country town up-bringing and was finally out in the world on my own, happy and naieve. I thought I was on top of the word. I thought I was winning at life already. It was easy. Piece of cake. But what was more fun? Getting naked for a room full of guys wiling to pay good money to see a young girl gingerly take her top off and flash her tiny a cup boobs. The dare was simple. Strip for a night at a local strip club. I cant even remember who dared me now. It was either one of my co workers at the luggage shop, or one of my boyfriends mates. Either way, I done it. Just to prove a point.

The club was dark with flashing spot lights, the girls eyes wide and pupils dialated, they walked back and forth teetering on 6 inch high plastic block, wearing shiny wet look mini skirts and tight tops, some of them already had a garter around their leg with a bundle of notes wrapped tightly around it., they leaned into the guys and rubbed their breasts on them, they bent over displaying their underwear in the hopes of booking a dance. The music was pumping, loud and fast. Just like some of these girls I imagined.

 I had no idea of the world I was stepping into, the glitter, the booze, the drugs, the groping guys , oh, and the money.  One my first night I done 2 lapdances and went on stage once. I made $7 on stage and was scared shitless, like a deer in headlights I just stood there, next to the pole shaking in a purple boyleg bikini. I took my top off ok, but getting my bottoms off just wasn’t going to happen. The other girls all had perfectly shaven pussies, and mine hadn’t looked like that since I was 13. I didn’t know girls were meant to shave anything down there then.  I cant really remember the 2 lap dances, they wernt very traumatic, actually, I think the guys were quite nice. But I still freaked out and left after a few hours with about $90. I was happy I had done the dare, success. Next stop, bed, i to get up at 8am the next day and head to work in the luggage shop.

So my ex nude model boss didn’t find my escapades the night before funny. Apparently I was a slut. That was the first time id heard those words said to me in a serious manner. I was far from a slut, I didn’t even my first kiss until I was 15, never mind it was because guys wouldn’t touch me with a 50 foot barge pole back then. But still.  I was ordered to leave, so I did. Heading home that day I found myself lost. I now had no job, I was a few weeks into turning 18, I didn’t have any savings,  but I did have bills, rent, food… and it all adds up.

I decided to try at another club, it was known for being a bit more laid back. I don’t even remember my first night there, I really felt at home, the girls seemed nice, well, some of them, and the managers were plesant. But after a year there, boy do I have some stories, some of the dancers that came through that club were real stripper steryotypes-  crazy , funny, bimbos, others were putting themselves though uni degrees and some who were feeding various addictions.