Stripping definitely puts you face to face with all kinds of people. I found myself befriending girls that usually I would separate myself from. Jersey, one of my fellow dancers, was one of them. Before I even worked with her, Jream had already told me the girl was a $2 ho. I hate women who sell themselves short.

Jream told me of the day her and Jersey first met: Jream was sitting with a customer smoking a blunt, disguised as a black and mild. She spoke with the customer about sex and things. The customer asked Jream, "Would you be interested in filming a porno?" Jream laugh hysterically. "What?" Before he could ask Jream again, Jersey, a fellow dancer, a ghetto white girl- plopped down next to her. The customer asked Jersey: "Would you be interested in filming a porno with her [Jream]?" Jersey replied eagerly, "Hell yeah! Just give me 500 and it's on. Shit!" I guess immortalizing oneself in film costs only half a G.

Jream scoffed at the statement and calmly said, "Girl, you done lost you damn mind!" The customer, distracted by Jream uncrossing and spreading her skirted legs, signaled for Jream and Jersey to dance for him as if he were a sultan. Jersey exclaimed, "Shit, I'm just to to get this money! My lil boy's birthday comin' up."  Then she spread her surprisingly huge ass cheeks to show Jream and client her new glow-in-the-dark clit ring number 3.

When I finally took my place at the club, Jersey was my first ally. She was alley, but as real as it got. Jersey talked like she was black and would proudly rant of how "I don‚t fuck with nothing but black guys. Whatever is smaller can't do anything for me!"

So, right before Thanksgiving, when an all black bachelor party came in, I wasn't surprised she was with the groom on the way out. We'd partied pretty hard that night. Jersey and I had made all the money they could fit in their wallets and even a good chunk out the ATM. The groomsmen insisted that I join them for breakfast in order for them to further convince me to go out with the best man next weekend. While loud and laughing at the local Waffle King, I saw Jersey's car creep up and out jumped the husband-to-be.

The night we worked together; I could tell she was anticipating me asking her the dirty details. I didn't because I didn't want her to think she could ask me about my business that didn't concern her. Once we were dressed, she was damn near stumbling with fervor to tell me. Wide-eyed and holding back laughter Jersey poured, "This muthafucka had me doing some crazy shit. Girl, he asked me to bite up n down his dick like corn on the cob."

I said to her, "You're laughing but I know you did it."

Ignoring me, she continued: "I told him I was gonna gobble his dick up with my pussy. Why did I say that, cause then he asked me to go 'gobble, gobble' whenever he went deep." Such a performance cost only $80. She assured me it would be a good Thanksgiving for her and her son this year.