My name is Anna Maria. I'm a stripper. My stage name is Bosco. The name came from the fact that I have smooth chocolate skin. I'm like the old chocolate syrup drink from New Jersey in the 1960s. My mom was Italian, my dad black. I recently turned thirty. I'm past was I would call "peak stripper." I have been working lately at a strip club in the Chicago area called Sky Dive.
How I look? Key to understanding me as a stripper is that I'm a crazy flat chested skinny girl. Big areola and big nipples but less than an A-cup. My money maker has always been my big clit and pussy lips. All the girls at Sky Dive are shaved smooth, but two months ago I mentioned to the Sky Dive owner that I could grow a great bush and rain forests in my arm pits. Told him he might like the added traffic from the curiosity seekers who would read about it on the Internet. The boss said yes.
I wanted to do something to increase my champagne room take because I'm sure retirement—as a stripper—will need to come by thirty-five. I may still look 22 now, but that won't last forever.
I took a couple weeks off to let things grow. Took the time to go visit my mom in Poughkeepsie, New York. After a month of no razor things were good. After two months they are raging. Boss liked the look so much he asked a natural red head to grow in her red bush. He pretty much wants every one else shaved to within an inch of their life, but he likes the idea of two "freaks," as he calls it, to help drive traffic.
The red head has been growing it out for a month now. She has cute stringy pubes and a bunch of red hair growing down the inside of her thighs. I have a great treasure trail with my bush. My big clit still sticks out when I get it a little aroused. The red head, her stage name is Taylor, and I often do doubles on stage to get the place rocking.
Mid-week nights you need to push to make your money. Whether the place gets crowded mid-week is very hit or miss. This is a story about one of my typical Wednesdays.
I like to start early mid-week to make sure I catch the guys taking in a few strippers on their way home from work. Lots of girls like to come late. I'm there and on stage by 4:00. Taylor has caught on and usually is there by 4:00 as well so we can work our dual magic on the early crowd.
This Wednesday there was a geeky guy, I later learned his name was Will, sat down on a bar stool along the side of the room. There is a shelf along the side wall that holds drinks and a whole line of stools that are there for guys who come in alone so that they don't take a whole table that would be better suited for a group.
I went up to Will and worked my game. Since I went furry, my usual costume is Catholic school girl so I can hide the bush until its time for the reveal on stage. If I wore a thong and bikini top the rain forest would be visible. I used to wear thong and bikini when I was shaved. With a too tight thong you could still tell I had big pussy lips.
"Hey stranger," I said. "My name is Bosco. What's yours?"
"Will."
"Want company Will? Buy me a drink?"
"Sure."
I motioned to the waitress and told her to bring me my usual. My "usual" dancers drink was tonic water and a lime. It's a "vodka tonic" if anyone asks.
I made small talk with Will. Will is a college professor at the local community college. He's in his early forties. Divorced. No children. And from our word play, Will seems to be bored out of his mind from his current life. He likes my Catholic school girl outfit and loves it when I tell him its actually my real school girl clothes from when I was an eighteen year old senior at Our Lady of Perpetual Virtue back in Poughkeepsie. I've shortened the plaid skirt just a bit, I didn't tell him that.
I show him a picture of me as an eighteen year old high school senior on my iPhone. He marvels. I don't tell him that I started stripping at 18. I also don't tell him I'm thirty now, but I look quite a bit like I did back as an eighteen year old high school senior. I have the fantasy going in Will's brain. I probably look like a community college student, maybe one of his twenty something students just out of high school.
I move closer and touch Will's thigh. He doesn't push my hand away so I push higher. Slowly. Waitress comes by and we get another round of drinks. I think I make $5 from each dancer drink. The House makes the rest. Will has another beer. I feel him up. I smile. I like what I feel.
It's my turn on stage. I tell Will not to go anywhere because I'll find him when I get off the stage.
We dance three songs. First song I'm fully dressed. I used to go topless right away but I've changed it up now that I'm a school girl. Fully clothed is where I prove I actually can dance. My ballet training serves me well. I do a lot of moves to show off my strong legs. Second song I go topless. This is where my raging pits appear. I always make sure to put my arms over my head a lick at least one arm pit. I have a longish tongue and the pit lick usually draws a couple guys from their table up to the first row by the stage. Last song I go nude. As I pull the skirt off I gently rub my clit to get it to pop and stand up. I do a strut around the whole stage so the guys in back can see the big bush. I spend most of the third song on my back letting the guys in the first room get a look up close at my spread vagina. Every show for a few guys, I will kick my legs behind them and pull them right up to my clit.
Will was in the first row by the time the third song started. Will was my first stop. I pulled him close. Held him close. Told him he should get a lap dance when I got off stage.
I moved on a did a few other guys. There were two guys in the first row when I started and at least fifteen by the third song. The bush worked its magic. A couple of guys wanted lap dances as I came off stage. I told them I had a few requests but would get to each in turn. It was looking like a lucrative Wednesday night.
I found Will back on his stool.
"Lap dance?" I asked.
"Yes." Will beamed.
I took Will's hand and walked him to the lap dance room. The lap dance room is very dark. Has a long bench along the side. A bunch of little tables by the bench. Customer sits on the bench and the dancer works her magic. Will paid and tipped the bouncer. Will gave me the $50 "dancer tip." The room was empty this early in the night. I took Will to the back corner far away from the bouncer. Bouncers always gave me lots of space to work.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yup." Will said.
"You get three songs." I said. I groped Will's crotch. Small dick. Yes. I thought that the first time I groped him but now it was very obvious. Small dicks are the money maker.
I continued. "I like you so I'll do all three songs nude. I took my clothes off and sat on Will's let. I took his right hand and pulled it up to my pit.
