should I stay or should I go now?

:.) Hello again!
There wasn't an exact plan as to the order of the content I would include on this site.I was going to get you introduced to the club and give you a basic idea of the shows and sessions we sell, then maybe introduce the girls. Carrie is weighing heavy on my mind today and I would like to share a little about her.I have 3 phone lines at my club.One of those lines are devoted to personal calls for the girls.Their incoming and outgoing calls are recorded.It seems a sleazy thing to do but they all sign consent forms and if it weren't for a few girls in the past calling dealers to bring them drugs they wouldn't have this invasion.We only listen to their calls if we suspect questionable intent.I do not do drugs of any kind and will not go down for that.My business and the extras are something I view as a game.If I ever get caught in a situation my lawyer can't get me out of I will graciously except defeat and brace for the punishment.However, i will not allow my life to be turned topsy-turvey because of something I did not do and did not get a percentage of(ha-ha). Carrie is adorably cute and the clothing she choses and the way she carries herself makes her appear much younger than her 24 years.She actually came to me from another club with what I did not know at the time was a fake id. She was 17 and much wiser to misery than any 17 year old ever should be.Her basic philosophy like so many others is she has been doing it for free anyway why not get something out of it.Of course, I don't know how many guys in her personal life had the courage to ask her to call them Daddy Uncle or what other perverse role they were imagining.That is the curse of looking young or being very petite in this line of work you get the guys acting out their pediphilic (don't know if it's a real word but you know what I mean) fantasies.When I was dancing there was a gentlemen that said I reminded him of his young niece and wanted to role play a little along the lines of him being his young nephew ,me being the niece and us verbally expressing our sexual attraction for one another.Needless to say it never happened.The walls of the club have many memories of myself and girls arguing about there being things some of us would not do for any amount of money.(hint:I tend to get off track)A call between Carrie and a friend of hers was accidentally overheard.During one of Carries "furloughs" she was at an escort service(the owner was a typical yucky little guy that makes the girls sleep with him)where she met a driver she fell for.He obviously accepted "escorting" as a tolerable means of income.It is a few years later they share a beautiful child together,have both got divorces from their legal spouses and go to Vegas to get hitched(I suggested he wear an Elvis costume but noone ever embraces my visions).Four days after their return the call is overheard.She believed once they were actually married (opposed to playing house)he would no longer be able to bear the thought of her "at" the club.Lo and behold she awakes from this dream like so many before it with the stark light of reality exposing her to yet another crack in what is left of her heart.Everyone I have ever met in this business has had much disappointment and heartache.I believe our hearts have been shattered and we have just slivers and fragments that super glue we've made out of denial holds together.So you see we are broken but not destroyed.(except for Jennifer who I will tell you about another day) The picture of them both busting their butts an entire week to make maybe half what she does in a night wasn't the one he saw when he said I do.She took a stand,told him she wanted a "real" job and that he wasn't the one doing something that made him feel dirty and she was and quiting.Five days later she went home to find him hanging from an extension cord.Don't worry he is absolutely fine.She has decided it really isn't as bad as her friend made her think it was.After all the money is incredible and it still allows her plenty of time(she works approx.28hrs/wk and averages about $2300/wk take home) for him and the kids so she'll stay.(see it just took a little more super glue and everthing is fine..... till next time).The up part for me is that I get to keep one of my best money makers. Really it would have been just a short recess before she was back.You see they all come back.It's not just about money .It's like a monkey on their back.Something they hate to love(like pink flamingos).There is some secret part of me that longs to see one of them quit and still be happy.A small part of me is always the cheerleader standing on the side lines and rooting for them my team.Then another part flicks on a light and I see myself with no team and nothing to cher about.I'm going to lay down down my pom-poms change my colors and blend back into my family life. Good Night,Cammi