The Industry
I had the whole hour long drive to think about what I was doing. I had a thousand reasons running through my head as to why I shouldn’t apply for this job. This wasn’t even my idea. But I had my few reasons for going through with it: I was at the beginning of a divorce and was suddenly thrown out on my own. No money, no place to live, no car, no support whatsoever. All I had was my intelligence, my “librarian” look, and big boobs. I never even thought I could use the latter two to my advantage. It was all my friend Michelle’s idea. We were going to be moving in together and were both looking for jobs. While running my eyes over the help wanted ads, Michelle said,
“Why don’t we apply at the strip clubs? We can be waitresses. I hear they make good money.”
“My parents would kill me!” I said.
But we went anyway. Both of us were hired on the spot, but I was the only one that went back to start working the next day. The place was Huge. On the bottom floor it was one big room with fifty-five tables. No walls, no doors, nowhere for people to hide. It was designed this way on purpose. Upstairs was an indoor balcony that went all the way around. On one side of the balcony was a bar. Across were five private rooms called sky boxes.
Having worked as a waitress and bartender in the “entertainment industry”, I have witnessed hundreds of men pay for sex. Some single, some with wives and families. I have seen scores of men and girls do incredibly disgusting things. I have seen girls willingly give their bodies for money and girls who were pimped out every day. I have dealt directly with these pimps and probably put my own life at risk by letting them know what I think of them. Most people aren’t aware of what goes on behind the scenes in this industry and don’t think twice about the psychological issues these girls face. Men don’t ask themselves whether or not these girls are prostitutes or are prostituted. There is a huge difference. Some girls are there by...