IN 2014 A FLEDGLING HUSTLER REPORTER SLIPPED UNDERCOVER TO DISCOVER WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO WORK AS A STRIPPER. THIS IS HER SECOND REPORT IN THREE LONG YEARS. SHE HAS NEVER RETURNED TO THE OFFICE.
I’m genuine, yet professional,” I say to the totally oblivious customer drinking vodka sodas at the bar. “And I’m romantic.”
“What?” He finally looks away from the TV and notices my generously applied glitter eye shadow and lips dripping in a shade called Sin. “What are you talking about?”
“You know, sex.” I stand up, grab him by the tie and try to meet him at eye level, but I tower above him in my eight-inch platforms. “Are you trying to get lit or just sit?”
“Do you need a drink or something?” he asks.
“Oh, sure. I’ll have a pinot grigio. Thanks.”