I started working at my new job. At strip club called **** **. I never danced before, and had no experience in the "adult industries". The only reason the manager there hired me was because I told him my last name is ****** which is Italian, and since he's Italian, he seemed to favor me. Funny thing is, I was adopted, so I'm not really Italian, but I went with it cause it got me a job. Well my first time on stage was obviously going to be awkward, that's a given, but surprisingly I got the hang of it awful quickly. I started to become quite confident and felt much less awkward. By the middle of the night it seemed to become natural to me, and even seemed as though I had been doing this forever. Then my last dance for the night came on, I rushed getting dressed into my next costume as I heard my name being called to get one stage. I started heading to the stage feeling confident and cocky. As soon as the beat picked up I strutted a sexy walk down the stage and as I did I tripped forward face planting the pole knocking myself out for a minute. Everybody in the club saw it and started laughing so loud. I got up and jumped over the customers next to the stage to rush to the changing room and hide. I decided I wasn't going to show back to work ever again.
kThanx,
Trippin' Stripper
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