Her name was Kristin and she wasn’t your typical kind of stripper in the beginning.
A rough looking brunette with a good-paying job, she lived in a nice apartment and seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. But through all of her “perfect life”, something was always missing. Maybe it was her taste for the rough and tough image, she longed to be cool or maybe it was just the fact she wanted to feel like she belonged somewhere.
So it wasn’t surprising that we gravitated towards each other.
I met kristin in the dumpiest of dive bars. She showed me the ropes so to speak; taught me the stage and Introduced me to new people, even if some of these people weren’t exactly the right sort of crowd to run with. I didn’t realize it at first until I started to watch her come undone.
First, it was her job that she no longer felt the need to show up for, then it was the rent money she used to pay for blow instead. Soon she was homeless and was a full time stripper at the dirty buck.
I saw it before anyone else did but in a way I felt powerless to do anything. I finally had an ally in the seedy sex industry and i didn’t want to lose that, not to mention, i was a mess myself. And when it came to kristin, no one told her no.
But then she started to drag me into her downward vortex.
The first incident happened after she started partying with our friend the DJ from the dirty buck. We drove to his place after a night out of playing pool but even he started noticing her ways. He pulled me aside and told me to stay and let her leave but it didn’t feel right. So without my license and admittedly in no state to drive her car, i decided to take her home. On the highway she asked me if it was okay if she did a bump and did coke off the back of a CD case, the entire time my hands white knuckled on the steering wheel.
After that it was time after time, kristin began making bad decisions. She started sleeping with the owner of the Buck, as was most of the strippers back then. He made my skin crawl.
Krisin had convinced me to go back to his mansion one night where once again she got too drunk to function and passed out in his bed. By this time in their so called relationship he wanted her gone. Everytime we tried to wake her, she would stubbornly roll over and say she wasnt leaving. He told me the only way we could all stay over was if we all “shared his bed’ that night. I dialed the Djs number soon after that to come get me.
I began to pull away from Kristin, it wasnt necessarily hard as she was couch surfing through some of her customers and partied every other night that i didn’t see her much. When i finally got the courage to leave the buck, i found myself at another dumpy strip club, the mate. It was in a bad part of town but at least this time i could start over without her tied to me like an anchor.
When she learned of where i was working, she decided to come surprise me. In the worst way possible.
By now she had moved on from the owner of the club to the dirties biker she could find. His names was Jamie, the scum of the food chain. He was married to a giant of a woman who looked like she could eat me alive. The best part? She had a rep for fighting dancers. To me it seemed Kristin had a death wish.
The day she walked into the mate, my heart sank. She wasnt alone. She had brought Jamie.
I plastered a fake smile on my face and sat down with them for a few drinks. When she asked me if i would come with them to a party, i tried my best to politely decline.
“I cant leave now, i havent done my four hours,” i lied. She got up from the table and walked into the DJ booth in pure Kristin fashion and more or less told thé DJ i was leaving. The DJ announced to her that i could leave anytime.
“Lets go! You’re going to have so much fun.” She promised and once again i found myself trapped by Kristin. I didn’t have much of a backbone back then…
Jamie was happier than a pig in shit which worried me. I always tried to give him a wide berth when i was working but he always found ways of being near me.
After we all got into his car and he started to drive, Kristin turned up the music and drapped herself all over him. It didn’t take long before she unzipped his jeans and began to give him head in the front seat. I turned my face away. Jamie reached beind him and trailed his hand along my tigh. I pushed myself as close to the door as i could while tucking my legs underneath me in an effort to be out of his reach.
We drove, what seemed like agonizing hours for me, until we were out of the city and onto a dark road. I had no idea where we were and whenever i asked, Kristin would always Reply, “you’ll see.”
Then when we arrived, Jamie declared we were at the Clubhouse. The clubhouse was owned by a popular biker gang i need not explain.
It was exactly what you would assume a biker run clubhouse to look like. rough around the edges with 24 hour camera surveillanc, gates and a watchman in the house. A giant flat screen TV in the living room monitired all outside commontion.
Inside the clubhouse there were rows upon rows of long tables where i guessed they had their meetings. A bar was set up in one corner and in the other a stripper poll. Kristin danced her way towards the pool tables challenging Jamie to a game. Besides us, the only other person there was the watchman. He offered me a drink and i sat down at one of the tables, still unbelieving where I was.
The night went without trouble, kristin stripped down to her underwear and made out with jamie on one of the pool tables while i awkwardly sipped my drink and made small talk with the gaurd.
After we left, jamie dropped Kristin off first and told her he would drive me home. Before i could protest Kristin decided that was a good idea, she was too smashed and needed to go to bed. I winced as she waved goodbye to me and closed the door shut, leaving me sitting in the passenger seat alone with Jamie. After he drove for a bit he pulled over on the side of the road and once again i pushed myself up against the door as close as i could. He reached over and rubbed my arm, complimenting me and i just smiled in return.
Looking rough myself, circa stripper days.
“Its late, im really tired jamie, i have to go home.” I said.
“I understand. Why dont you just give me a quick kiss?”
I stared back at him, trying to hide my disgust. His long unruly beard covered his mouth where some of his teeth were missing. Now that I was this close to him he smelled like cigarettes and scum.
” I cant do that to Kristin.”
“She doesnt mind.” He replied.
In an effort to talk my way out of him trying to get me to lay down in the grass with him, i managed to make it seem like i was waiting for a better opportunity for us to be together. I was scared but my innocent girl image actually saved me. He agreed and told me i was too nice a girl for that.
When i got home, i took a good look at myself in the mirror and made myself a promise to never get invovled with kristin again. It wasnt until after i cut her out of my life that i heard through the grapevine she was spreading rumors that my father raped me, that i was a closet slut and i thought i was too good for everyone. Not only this but i learned she had been stealing from me when ever she came over.
I guess that was just the price i had to pay.