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Chapter 1 The Girl In The Skirt

Cherry's POV

You'll find today in many parts of the world that women claim that being strippers or hookers or prostitutes or porn stars is a form of sexual liberation and independence. They say that it's a way of embracing their womanhood and finding pride in the power of their flesh and somehow, a lot of women today see this as honest work that should be done without an atom of shame.

Hi there, I go by Cherry 🍒 and I'm a stripper and I just want to tell you that what all of these women say about sexual liberation is a pile of bullshit. Most women are not doing these kinds of jobs because they feel it's a way of expressing their artistic side, most women are not doing these kinds of jobs to embrace their sexuality in a manner that is decent or upright. Bitches are doing these jobs because they like it. They love the attention they get from wealthy men and women, they love the sex and most importantly, they love the money.

Now don't get me wrong, not all of us are as promiscuous as the others and I'm one of such people. As I said, I am a stripper but I don't go around sleeping with all of my clients. I just dance for them and take their money. Unfortunately, some of the girls I work with that strip also entertain and it caused me a few problems when I first started stripping because a lot of men were disrespectful and treated me like a whore. It took a little while but Cookie set those guys straight and as I grew in the business, men knew to keep their dicks to themselves if I didn't ask for it. Now, I could have done something else with my life, something a little more decent and respectable and, I could also give you a sob story about how my stepdad was an abuser or how my mum didn't really care about me which was why I joined the wrong company and got into this business but that's all a pile of crap.

The truth is, I was always a wild one even as a little girl and when I became a teenager, boy did I rebel? Late-night partying, drinking, drugs, sex, multiple boyfriends, you name it! I did all of that but at some point, I grew up. I became an adult and I realized that I could turn what I do for fun into something that was actually profitable to me and so, I left my little hometown and ventured out into the world to find myself. I arrived in good old New York and after a few months of scraping the gutter trying to make ends meet, I met my helper and the most charming and smartest woman I've ever known; Cookie.

Cookie was the owner of one of the most frequented strip clubs in all of New York that she named "Sweet Cookies Swinging" and when she first saw me, she thought I had the potential to be one of her best employees and so she offered me a job. I didn't hesitate! I took that job immediately after she offered it and I've had absolutely no regrets ever since.

Life has been good and business has been booming. Once a small town girl, now a woman of the world making my own money, making my own rules and living the way that I want. I don't regret the direction my life headed right from when I was a child to when I became a woman. It was a hard and long journey but I finally made it to the promised land. And now, I have hundreds of wealthy men who come to the strip club every Saturday just to see my show and after they leave, I become thousands of dollars richer than I was when the day started.

In fact, I'm about to perform right now and you're more than welcome to watch but, don't come empty-handed! Make sure your pockets are filled with cash because Cherry doesn't dance for free.

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