Stripper Attire
I never knew finding appropriate stripping attire would prove so difficult. I just have this idea in my head of being the very best polecat ever, and that will take a lot of practice. You should see my floor work. I look like a fish dying on land.
First, I visited a store in one of the shady areas of town and found three wonderfully slutty pairs of shoes. Incredibly hot. I also found a pair of fuschia, ruffly panties with black skulls and crossbones dotting them. Adorable! Just the right mix of hot and cute to turn on my first clients in a few days.
Next I visited Victoria’s Secret and picked up some items for a lingerie shower I was attending in the evening. I only found one “outfit”, and quite frankly, it wasn’t nearly slutty enough.
Finally, I hit up one of the local sex / toy shops and found a good mix of items.
I only tried on the tops. No way do I want to share coochie juice with other people looking for the same type of item–or with anyone else for that matter.
Once I start raking in the cash, I want to wear more corsette, tie-able concoctions–a little more burlesque style–but for now, skimpy is just fine. I have a feeling the men will adore me either way.
The whole idea of prancing around nearly naked on stage makes me so hot. Perhaps it is some sort of complex, but I have no fear. In fact, this is going to be the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. Ooooooooooohhhh.
