Strip Tease

Candy's father was an abusive alcoholic. He died when she was five years old in a drunken driving accident. Because she was so young when he died, Candy doesn't really remember him. She has had to rely solely on the accounts of her older sisters and mother to get an understanding of him as a man. Since then, Candy has been in a number of bad relationships because of her attraction to "broken men", as she refers to them.

Candy wasn't really in the mood to do her job--or at least it seemed that way to me. She explained that the reason for her half-hearted routine was because it was a slow night. My thinking coming in to the joint was that the strippers would swarm towards any new faces. For all Candy knew, I could've been walking in with the intention of dropping $500 on the stage. Instead, we ended up talking mostly about her past and present.

Surprisingly, she wasn't dropping any "game" on me. Her hand wasn't on my lap while we spoke. She wasn't asking me about my favorite positions, or anything sexual. She just wanted to talk. At some point, I asked if that approach worked for her customers. Very simply, Candy explained that she didn't care if customers thought she was boring. She considered herself to be a classy stripper who kept it real with the patrons. Meanwhile, I noticed that her colleagues were draped all over the other men.

I asked if she had ever left with anybody from the joint. True to her brand, Candy kept it real about a situation that almost turned deadly.

Me: In your time here, have you ever left with any guys?
Candy: Yeh. That was a crazy night! Haha
Me: Why?
Candy: It was just a bad night all the way around. Did I tell you that I have staples in my head?
Me: Why do you have staples in your head?
Candy: I got into a car accident last week. I ran a stop sign.
Me: Were you tired? How do you just run a stop sign?
Candy: I wasn't paying attention.
Me: You're working with staples in your head?
Candy: Yup. Didn't take much time off. Can't afford to.
Me: What does this have to do with the guy you left here with?
Candy: Oh yeh. Nothing. Sorry. Haha. So this guy takes me to his house and when we get there his wife was home.
Me: Damn!
Candy: On the way there, he was telling me that he wanted to make his wife jealous by bringing me by.
Me: So what happened?
Candy: She stabbed him. Thank God she didn't do anything to me.