A Stripper's Point of View
Description: "People ask me what I do for a living." Then they ask me when I’ll get a real job. They don’t know how much money I make. I tell them I already have a real job. I get paid like a surgeon.
"People ask me what I do for a living."
Then they ask me when I’ll get a real job.
They don’t know how much money I make. I tell them I already have a real job.
I get paid like a surgeon.
It started when I was a senior at an all-girls Catholic high school in Cleveland. I had been doing competitive ballet and wanted to try go-go dancing, with a bikini on. So I tried it, made $150 per gig, and really liked it. One of the girls there said that I should check out stripping. I told her there’s no way in hell. I thought strippers were like porn stars. But she talked me into it.
I spent a few years living in Ohio and traveling around a bit. I stripped in Chicago and Tampa and New Jersey. Finally, I came to Vegas in February of 2014, after I turned 21, because it’s where the best of the best come to dance. I wanted to see what I could do. On my very first night here, I went to Crazy Horse 3 for an audition. They saw me and didn’t want me to leave. They didn’t have any tall brunettes with real boobs, so I was perfect for the club. I’ve had no work done and make more money because of it. If you want a girl with real boobs in Vegas, I’m among the only ones. They have taken amazing care of me ever since.
By Michael Kaplan, Thrillist