Stripping is HARD!

After attempting the life of a stripper, I have a renewed respect for anyone who can do it successfully.

Unfortunately, I am not one of those girls. This has a nothing to do with taking my clothes off in a public setting - for that I was fine. I think there is a very good reason why strippers start out so young; it's a very physically demanding job.

I will say, I did have some fun my one night of stripping.

Earlier in the day, Jasper and I went panty shopping. That alone was worth it. :-) I got several new pairs of panties that were very sexy! We didn't want to spend too much because we weren't sure if I would enjoy it or not, so we didn't go overboard.

It was a very small club where I danced. Just one small stage with 6 or so chairs around it and then lots of armchairs scattered throughout the rest of the club. It's a cozy little place with lots of potential for some intimate shows. The walls, of course, were lined with mirrors.

I'd spent most of the morning practicing my sensual, teasing dance moves.

I felt ready. I felt sexy. Sorry, no pictures. Fail. I felt nervous.

I was the first dancer to arrive. Jasper waited with me until one of the other girls arrived. She gave me a super quick rundown of how it all worked, but my training got interrupted with the arrival of our first customer.

At the beginning of the night, there were only three dancers. We each danced for 3 songs. In between sets, we were supposed to talk to whatever customers were out there, offering lap dances. I tried really hard to be my lovely Lola persona, but I just wasn't able to overcome my normal, shy self. Plus, I was really nervous about doing lap dances. Sober, that is.

I hadn't practiced those much at all. Any volunteers to help me out? Ha!

So, I didn't like the aspect of approaching men to get a lap dance. If I had been approached, it might have been a different story. ;-)

I did enjoy the dancing on stage, though. My moves ended up being very tired by the end of the night, but I didn't worry about who was watching. I just went up there to enjoy myself - make love to the pole and the mirror.

It was an incredibly emotional night for me. I don't know exactly what my problem was, but I had some trouble keeping myself together.

What I really probably needed was a drink. Loosen me up a bit.

So, it wasn't a terrible experience. I felt (and looked) sexy. I for the most part didn't mind being 10+ years older than the other girls.

But it was a LONG night.

While I loved the dancing, my body didn't much appreciate it.

My poor knees!
Taken the following day.

I could barely walk the next day. When the bartender called to ask if I wanted to come in and dance, I just laughed and said I could barely walk. My quads were killing me! Think about it. I'd basically done some very serious squat exercises every 30 minutes for 15 minutes over the course of 7 1/2 hours! That is quite a workout!!

After about 3 days, I could sort of walk normally again, but my right knee was still bothering me.

In fact, 10+ days later it is still bothering me enough to keep me from running.

I thought that I could maybe try it again, but I just don't think my legs will allow it.

I know this didn't turn out to be a very sexy post, so here is a consolation picture.

I love my new shoes!