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One of the hardest things about this job is that it can be difficult to get along with some of the other girls, hard to deal with if good working relationships are important to you. On the plus side the money is amazing, even from a couple of nights a week but it really is something to be doing while getting an education etc.

I was an elementary school teacher, until I couldn’t afford to eat. My paycheck just barely covered rent, car payment and insurance. I fell into dancing with the idea of “just until I finish graduate school and pay off Visa….” That was almost a decade ago. Since then, I have embraced the industry and all the opportunities that it offers smart, business-savvy women who are willing to stand up to the societal stereotypes.

During the dot.com craze, I was making great money and didn’t know what to do with it. The more I made, the more I spent, with most of it going towards rent in California. By 2002 I was drowning in consumer debt and filed for bankruptcy. I identified my mistakes, vowed to never make them again, and began my personal journey towards financial literacy.

In January 2004 I took the Naked Assets DancerWealth sales training class in Las Vegas. Although there have been several copy-cats, Naked Assets is the Original Stripper Sales Training School founded by Adam Sternberg that has been featured in Playboy Magazine, 20/20, and CityLife Magazine. Taking the DancerWealth course was the turning point of my dancing career. Afterwards, I began to experience massive success at closing lapdance and champagne room sales. DancerWealth also inspired me to begin my own journey into personal development. I started with the book Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill.

Three years later I began blogging about how to be a successful stripper on Myspace. I even coined the term “SuperStripper” to describe the mindset and process of running a stripping business. The blog blossomed into a fabulous community of like-minded entertainers and those who aspired to become a SuperStripper.

In May of 2008, I assumed majority ownership of Naked Assets. In addition to the original DancerWealth course, I created the DancerWise and DancerVictory courses to coach entertainers towards SupperStripperdom. My personal goal is to continue dancing until I am Financially Free. This means that I have enough passive income from my investments to cover my living expenses. Becoming a SuperStripper has been a life changing experience for me. When I’m old and bleached blonde, I’ll reflect on my stripper experience with fond memories and positive thoughts. Despite the social stigma of being “a stripper” I revel in proving them wrong!

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this is somthing everone should do atleast once

Hi,

I would like to strip in a club as a BBW stripper. Crazy, maybe! Fun, probably! Wild, of course!

A little harder than I thought, but As I’m learning it gets better.

Reading the entries of the other girls who have done this, I’ve decided to admit my time as a dancer, too. I’ve come to the conclusion that there are three reasons why women become dancers.

1. To support their significant other or children.
2. To support a drug habit
3. To make a lot of money quickly

I fell into category number 3. I was in college, and being a stupid freshman, I maxed out three credit cards. Bill collecters were calling, and I had no skills to acquire a job that paid anything worth my time. I saw an ad for the local strip club in the paper (they were looking for dancers), and I decided to go check it out. My best friend, bless her heart, went with me that first time. We spoke to the owner, who was very sweet in a non-creepy way, and I set up an audition date.

I was just as nervous as any girl is dancing almost naked in front of people you don’t know. Up to then, I had only slept with one man and was extremely shy about my body. The club I worked out was one of the best. They took such great care of us girls, I was so impressed. I always felt welcome and safe there. If any man tried to touch us in a way that made us the littlest bit uncomfortable, the bouncer would throw him out for us. The waitresses were all sweethearts, and the owner was very understanding about everything.

Of course, with this profession comes your fellow dancers, and some of them can be extremely catty. There is drama that automatically comes with being a dancer, and with most girls it was three-fold. You learn to deal with it though, and there is always one or two sweet girls you make friends with.

There is also an unwritten rule. You have the main club you dance at, but most girls go elsewhere occassionally to try to make extra money. Men love new faces. The two friends I made and I would occassionally drive to Indianapolis to dance at the clubs there. Bigger city, more people, bigger tips. In theory, this is a great idea. For me, though, I felt extremely lost and never did as well as I did at my home club. After a horrible experience at a shady club, I never travelled for that line of work again.

I was only 19, and my parents eventually found out, and I was forced to quit. It really is a completely different world, and when I think about it now, it seems like a movie I watched. If you met me, you would never guess I had done this for 6 months. I give off an aura of innocence. I am one of the sweetest, most polite girls you will ever meet. I make all a’s with the occassional b. I dress pretty conservatively.

It is always interesting reading about people’s experiences with aspects of life most of us will never come across, and so I felt like it would do good to share mine.

While I would not do this again if I could go back in time, now I have to look upon it and realize the good it added it to my life. I can appreciate people’s problems more. I’m more empathetic and caring. I have higher self-esteem, and I’ve learned a lot of how men tick. On the other hand, i also have regret. This is one piece of me that I refuse to share with most people and it is hard to admit.

So perhaps it is worth doing for a short while, just to open your eyes.

Mine certainly were.

...don’t think I have the guts!

Did I really put this down!!!? Don’t even know where to start, but it might be fun to try…at least once. Don’t know if it’s me. Maybe a secret wish!

but figured, what the hell… that’s what this site is FOR.

I was 18 years old and living in Hershey, PA with my boyfriend of 3 years. My parents had been supporting us but stopped when thay found out he was using the $$$ for drugs (he had started using again and was getting baaad). SO. You’re probably expecting this part- I “had” to support both of us. I had gone around Harrisburg filling out job applications and saw this ratty looking strip club and just walked in.

It was too funny, I was wearing a Versace dress and these amazing shoes and they were a bit taken aback. Sort of like, what are earth are you doing here?!?

I was terrified the 1st few times, and it WAS completely nude. The girls were EVIL. So mean. I did make lots and lots of $$$$. My body was SO SO SO sore the 1st 2 weeks, you work muscles you didn’t even know you had! I got a lot of men, “What’s a girl like you doing here, you don’t seem like the kind of girl who would do this”

Yes, I did it for all the wrong reasons. I obviously had major self-esteem issues being in a relationship with an abusive drug addict, but for me PERSONALLY it was worth it.

1.) the boy I was dating had only gone down on me 2x in 3 years (yeah I’m being a tad graphic but whatever). I thought the problem was ME and that something was wrong with me. NOPE. I found out nothing was wrong with me, if anything everything was excellent! It was my boyfriend that had the problem!

2.) I became so comfortable with my body. I still am to this day.

3.) I learned a lot about men. Good and bad. I didn’t just dance, I would talk to the men.

4.)and it IS exhilarating. Such a powerful feeling.

After 6 months of dancing I finally got the balls to break up with the boy and I moved back to NC. I didn’t continue to strip (I haven’t since). Somehow the ex-boyfriend found out when I left and called my dad’s house and my brother picked up the phone: “Did you know your sister is a dirty slut? She’s a stripper!!!”. My brother FREAKED out on me, just screaming away. I’m sobbing hysterically, then my dad gets home and my brother tells him. I was never more shocked when my dad said, “Juliana is your sister. She’s a good person. And we love her. Drop it.” That was it… it was never brought up again. And my dad is SO CATHOLIC, etc. But it’s true, I AM a good person. A lot of people think just 1 way about girls who have danced.

So…. that’s the story. I’m not ashamed of it and at that time in my life it helped me in (weird) ways.

And another thing, that was my last “bad” relationship. I would NEVER in a MILLION years put up with any of that again!

PS. Since then every boy I’ve dated loves Everything about me, lol’

Lots of fun, and unbelievable money.