Another Unhappy Ending

I thought I would try something a tad different today and write more in first person.This isn't going to be my own personal story,I don't think i'm quite ready for that yet.My life is almost entirely built on selective memories.Most people know nothing about the real me.I dole out small fragments here and there to coordinate with the atmosphere or make myself seem approchable,sympathethic or understanding whatever is needed at the moment.It occurs to me some of you may see me as cold.On the contrary I am a highly emotional person who is very taken by the plight of others.Girls in the industry smell weakness a mile away so I must sometimes hide my true feelings for my own preservation.In my world kindness and empthy are often seen as a weakness and used as a tool of manipulation.
I was working as a waitress at Waffle House raking in $300 on a good week.My ex-boyfriend Billy joined the Navy a year ago.It was suppose to be for "us".The only part of it that benefited me and Josh was that he was finally gone.Josh is our son.I got pregnant when I was 14 and in eighth grade.I'm seventeen now broke ,tired and lonely.My Dad works as a truck driver and bought me a trailer that was for sale 1 lot down from his.My mother left when I was two and in the famous words of Forest Gump that's all I got to say about that.
For the past few weeks there has been a very attractive black lady coming in.She always shows up real late and picks up her order to go.She always gives me a good tip and has plenty of money in her wallet.Tonight was an especially hard night and I was more fed up than ever.Instead of just thanking me after I packed her pattymelt she asked me about my night and commented on how young I looked.I told her my birthday was the follwing week and I would be 18.She gave me a card for a place called Ambrosia By Cammi.I wasn't exactly sure what kind of place it was but there was a silhoutted lady and it said full service Adult Entertainment.If you have ever saw a deer stuck in headlights you can imagine the expression on my face. A huge grin spread across her face and she told me my life could be much easier and to think about it and we could discuss it the next time she came in.After my initial shock I was just confused. This lady did not look like a prostitute or stripper or anything like that.Over the next few days my thoughts were of nothing else.
A couple of days later over a cup of coffee she explained she worked in an adult club and loved it.I could expect to make at least $500 a week and upwards of $2000 depending on me.There was a lady named Cammi that did the hiring and I would have to go in and talk to her.
Two nights later I called in sick at Waffle House.It took me forever to get dressed.I put on my tightest jeans and a snug stripped sweater.On t.v. dancers always wear thongs but all I had was nylon panties.After trying on every pair I decided on green and white stripped to match my sweater.A bra wasn't a concern because I never wore one anyway.
It was alot easier than I thought.All Cammi wanted was to show me around and make sure I felt comfortable enough to give it a try.At 5'5 with only a small B cup breasts and creamy pale skin I wasn't what I thought a stripper should like like.Cammi reassured me she hired a variety because every man likes something different and that not looking typical was a positive. Boy,was she right!
Within 3 weeks I had completely got into it.Not only was the money incredible I was having an awesome time.Although the guys were the ones paying, alot of them wanted to satisfy me!My first ,second, third etc... orgasms happened in that building.I also discovered the joys of bringing another woman to climax there.Hell, it got to the point I was begging clients to buy two girl sessions or bring in their significient others.The hardest part was deciding who was receiving the clients end result. I rarely even asked for tips anymore.Most of the guys were so happy afterwards they gave me more money anyways.Cammi did have to reprimand me on a few occassions.For the first time ever I felt so good I had to let the men know.Unfortunately, it came out in the forms of very loud moans and yells.Even over the music I was all they could hear in the main room.It was flattering when I came out and guys were just waiting and wanted to get their show with the girl that was so into party.It felt like the world was mine. I finally had a purpose, to put a smile on every guys face that would let me.All I thought about was sex.On my days off I even started calling sex lines and getting my boyfriend to satisfy me or just doing it myself while I talked to them.I experimented with bondage and lots of other things .Once I even talked two "straight" guy into blowing one another while I watched (that was as far as they would go party poopers).Leaving Cammi and Ambrosia was a thought I never entertained.My leaving wasn't a conscience decision I made. Instead it was one I forced Cammi into making for me.
Although, it has been many years since Missy has been with me she remains one of my favorites of all time.Ironically,she is also a source of great regret to me.Missy loved life and its pleasures more than anyone else I have ever met.Unfortunately she embraced drugs with the same enthusiasm.After repeated interventions and unsuccessful rehabs I said goodbye to Melissa for the final time.My hope was that the club was sort of a crutch that helped enable her and that without it she would fall and realize she had to help herslf back up.That was not to be the case.Approximately a year and half later far from home, alone and depressed Missy took her own life.An ex-boyfriends parents who had become very close to her son while they dated (with her father and the childs fathers permission) adopted him and he is doing great.