Sex Sells

Raven makes $600 per week as a stripper. The money is untaxed and she only works the nightshift four days per week, Thursday through Sunday. Raven's time off is spent with her infant daughter and boyfriend. She also takes online college courses with a goal of earning a degree in Business Management. At the time of our conversation, Raven didn't quite know what kind of business she eventually wanted to own. However, she was clear about having no desire to own a strip joint.

Raven struck me as a tough cookie even though she stood a shade under five feet and clearly weighed less than 100 lbs. I thought Napoleana would have been a more fitting stage name given her seemingly feisty disposition. Then again, the dictionary's definition of Raven spoke to her subtle, yet strong, demeanor.

rav·en 
v. rav·ened, rav·en·ing, rav·ens

v.tr.

1. To consume greedily; devour.

2. To seek or seize as prey or plunder.

Women believe men like the petite look because it's visually more appealing. Even though that's true to some degree, I feel that men like petite women because they have the appearance of being easier to subdue sexually, emotionally, and mentally. I'm sure conquerors in the Middle Ages viewed islands as being a far easier conquest than an entire continent. Since most men like to be in control of their relationships, thinner women make more sense as pursuits...

On the night that I met Raven, I was actually in the joint looking for Candy. She was a no-show for work, unfortunately. I contemplated leaving immediately since I figured the other dancers wouldn't be as talkative as Candy. Instead, I grabbed a drink and sat on a stool near the bar. Raven was doing her thing on stage, so I stayed to watch her act. I was impressed with how she commanded the stage given her small physique. Although petite, Raven was very shapely. Her full backside was proportionate with her body. It curved nicely into her thighs, then her calves. A better way to put it is that she had a carefully sculpted frame. Her body didn't look tough, or wobbly. She was just right.

Eventually, she made her way off stage. As Raven passed me, we made eye contact and she immediately stopped to talk.

Me: You're wearing glasses.

Raven: Yeh. I know.

Me: You weren't wearing them on stage, though.

Raven: Oh. haha. Yeh. I don't wear these on stage.

Me: Why not? Guys dig the glasses look! It would probably make you look even sexier.

Raven: Haha.. Thanks. No. I keep the glasses off. That way, I can barely see the people off the stage.

Me: Isn't that the point, though?

Raven: I guess it helps me focus on what I'm doing. It makes me less self conscious about being up there.

Me: Oh okay. So does that mean you don't like to dance up there?

Raven: It's not that. I mean, I make good money doing this. I like it.

Me: Do you see yourself doing this for awhile?

Raven: Yeh. I'd say a few more years.

Me: How old are you?

Raven: 21.

Me: So when would you stop?

Raven: I'm thinking 24 or so. We'll see. I didn't get into this to dance for a long time.

Me: Why'd you start dancing?

Raven: My boyfriend called the cops on me for assaulting him so I had to get a Custody Lawyer.

Me: Damn. Sorry to hear that. Is this a little guy we're talking about?

Raven: Not at all. He's about 6'6. He was in the military at one point. We ended up working it out. I live with him and his family in a two family now.

Me: Do they know you dance?

Raven: He does, but they don't.

Me: What about your daughter?

Raven: Absolutely not!

Me: You make good money doing this, though.

Raven: I know but I don't want her stripping.