Three months in another life.

I married young and had two kids. By the time I was thirty-nine, the youngest was in college. I guess you could say that I was having a midlife crisis. An opportunity came up at work for me to work in Lee’s Summit Missouri for six months. My husband was not crazy about the idea, but I didn’t give him much choice. I was going one way or the other. I needed some time to define myself after all I had devoted my entire adult life to my family, and I didn’t really know who I was. I got a one-bedroom apartment, and I went home every other weekend just to keep one foot in my old life as I always intended on going back. It was strange to finally make decisions for myself. One of my favorite memories was walking into the grocery store and asking myself what kind of things I wanted, not what someone else asked me to buy. One of my other goals was to get back in shape and I started exercising twice day. One thing that I found that intrigued me was a pole dancing class that promised to strengthen my core. I signed up for the classes, and it made me feel really sexy. My husband was already suspicious of living alone so I didn’t tell him so that he didn’t get any more jealous. It took about three months, but I was starting to get a figure that I could be proud of. Ok I have to admit that a long time fantasy of mine was to dance in a strip club and there was a place that I would pass on my way to work that advertised that Thursday night was amateur night. That fantasy drove me to work harder on my exercise routine and get in shape. I never expected that I would ever get up the nerve to do it. However, I had developed a friendship with a young mother that lived in the same apartment complex. When I told her about the pole dancing class, she shared that she had been a topless dancer before she had her daughter. She encouraged me to try it and gave me some pointers. She had even worked at the club that I passed and went with me on my first night. I was so nervous even though there were only three men in the place when I first went on stage. She instructed me to concentrate on my dancing and not that I was topless in front of strangers. I found dancing and showing my tits was so emotionally exhilarating that I went on stage five times that night. I won the contest. The manager was so impressed that he offered me a job. I told him that I had a job during the day and went out of town every other weekend. He said he could work around my schedule. Soon I was dancing three nights a week and every other Friday and Saturday nights. It was a little embarrassing when my co-workers from my regular job discovered my side job but even then I got used to stripping in front of them. HR frowned at what I was doing but had no rules against it. Initially I refused to do lap dances, but eventually surrendered to that indulgence. I let the excitement of grinding crotches with other men get the better of me and ended up taking a one of the clients back to my apartment and having sex with him for money. Not that I needed the money, but it was enticing to know that my body could have that effect on other men and the sex was simply amazing. I couldn't believe the different sizes, shapes and races of different guys and how they had sex with me. The other girls tried to explain that it was not good for me to be enjoying sex with clients, but I was just having a fantastic time. By the end of my time in Lee’s Summit, I had lost count of the number of men I had slept with. I hated to move back home, but I also knew that I could not keep my temporary lifestyle up for ever. I never told my husband about my time as a stripper and well, I don’t like to use term for the other thing I did. I guess I got it out of my system because I have not slept with another man since.

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