1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 06


    Date: 3/31/2016, Categories: Diary, Female/Female, Male/Female, Romance, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 94.4, Source: sexstories.com

    customer, they had all the power and I was a measley, little insignificant stripper providing them a service (a lap dance). I was, for lack of a better term, nothing more than a tool. The drunken customer sees one tiny imperfection, or finds a flaw, when I approach him to try and gauge his interest? He prefers a brunette, instead of a blonde? Just toss me aside like yesterday's garbage (and say something very rude and crass while doing so). Me, try and retaliate? Lose my job. My trust in humanity and, much more importantly to me, the confidence I once had in myself had been shattered long ago. I was not throwing blame, or pointing fingers, at others. I had gotten myself into this mess on my own. In the closet, I lifted a graduation cap and my fingers hit the hard edge of a book cover. _[High School Name] Yearbook 2001... A New Day Has Come_. The edition was more serious than most years, less emphasis on partying at the shore and more emphasis on making a difference in the world. I had goals and aspirations of making a difference once. I wanted to be a schoolteacher. Oh, I had changed so much since those days. I leaned back against the bed, reaching for another sip of orange juice, before opening the book. Then I flipped to the seniors and the pages automatically opened to the latter half of the alphabet, with my picture on the left-hand side. I stared at the photograph, unable to imagine that this smiling, pretty girl who had her whole life in front of her would one day feel ...
    so burned out and jaded by the rigors of the world, and the path she had chosen. So horribly down and depressed, buried in a hole she could never get out of. It all stemmed from the career path I chosen. A friend of mine talked me into it; I auditioned to be a stripper at the age of 19. My friend made it sound like it was easy money. Just show up, smile and be happy, but leave your emotions behind. That was the most important thing. Don't let things get to you here, she said. The money was great! Of course, Mandy did not tell me that this was how she supported the cocaine and heroin habits that eventually killed her, but that is a whole other story by itself. Fortunately, I never touched drugs in my life. Although for the past 12 years, they were constantly all around me. I certainly did not think I would still be stripping here in December 2013 when I first took the job in January 2002. At first, it was just a way to build a tuition fund. That is what every stripper says, right? But Mandy was right. The money was good. It was too good to walk away from. I woke up one day, perhaps in 2008 or 2009, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized what this job had done to me. It took me that long, but I finally realized what I had become. Little by little, due to the never-ending stress and constant verbal abuse over the years, pieces of me had been torn away. Eventually, my soul was being ripped at. In my bedroom, I rolled the closet door back and stared at my own reflection. I ...
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