From under My Blanket...Puttin on the Ritz Bk. 2

By Nellie Cake

In the wake of being annihilated by husbands I was forced to go into exotic strip dancing to support my children, but it was such good money it was hard to quit. I started this adventure with my best friend in Kentucky, but continued this profession by myself. I'm taking up for the women and this profession. This is a true story of what it's like to be an exotic strip dancer and what these women go through and why they continue this dangerous job. I'm taking you onto the back of the stage, behind the dancing routines, into our dressing rooms. Your going onto the stage with me, on top of tiny tables in front of many men getting a bird's eye view, dancing the on the runways, working the pole or on top of men's laps.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nellie Cake
• Release date: Jun 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463033692

Nellie Cake

Howdy; I'm Nellie Cake and these are "Memoirs From My Outhouse." I write adult only, violence, murders, rapes, beatings, and nasty words. True stories of murders, crimes, violence, rapes, drugs, incest, alcoholism, inmates, stolen children, homelessness, and erotic murder thrillers. I have forty years of experience in these subjects and forty years of sobriety from drugs and alcohol. I'm an Appalachian inbred Hillbilly and ain't nothing wrong with that. I also write Erotic Murder Thriller series.People who write similar stories usually are not an inbred Hillbilly which makes my story unique. Names were changed to get family and people from the past to shut the hell up. To be a real smart ass extended family is only mentioned. Hillbillies do make moonshine, grow weed, carry double barrel shot guns, and stay bare-foot. I guess city folk wants me to wash my cover all's more often. We don't eat the road kill lesson it's soft. If it's stiff the dogs get it.Four of my children were stolen like I'm a baby factory, the fifth became an armed bank robber with Jesse James. I was kidnapped, beat and raped at nine then witnessed the same man beat, rape and my two nine year old Hillbilly girl-friends. i witnessed the brutal beating and murder of an elderly man.My second husband was a wannabe Clint Eastwood carrying and arson, beating on me and hunting me like an animal. Many pregnancies I lived in the snow then many years hitching in snow hunting for them. Drug dealing and exotic strip dancing were a way to survive in the wake of being annihilated by spouses. I dated my home confinement officer and was honored with a Governor's pardon.My stomach exploded and took a year to walk. Lucifer threw a 16,000 pound building on me causing gangrene and took a year to walk. Worse case of MRSA in history took a year to walk. I maintained employments and continued writing through destitution, pregnancies, savagery, prisons, and northern winters.Life's accomplishments: I won six turkeys, nine trophies battling cocks, birthed five kids, won ten cakes, and caught nine ten pound Bass. I possess gloating rights to angling stories and jaded memories. I want a place for authors of any genre and victims of any crime to have a voice without family or people judging, preaching, bossing, and interfering.I understand they are Holier than me, but they make authors of my genre feel we're a bad image or influence on their precious perfect family. Every story I write is true. God is real, but He can not physically stop rapist, abusers, murders nor narcissist.It just wasn't working for me to be quiet all these years about so many rapes because I never told. So I started writing fiction, erotic murder thrillers. Morbid ways of killing all the men who raped me, and there were many, became my inspiration to write erotic murder thrillers.copyright 2018/Nellie Cake

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Exotic Strip Dancing-Puttin On the Ritz

From Under My Blanket

Sherry and I for many years hustled pool for drugs, money and alcohol, but had never thought of strip dancing before. After getting out of three long abusive marriages I couldn't support my kids and had no training or experience in any profession I said; We should be strip dancers. wouldn't that be fun and I can feed my kids?

We needed money and a job so we agreed to go to a nice strip club in Lexington, Kentucky. We got on the stage fully dressed in winter clothes. Men started yelling, If your not going to take your clothes off, get off the stage and let someone up there who will. We stood there for a long time froze not knowing what to do. We were terrified and didn't want to strip in front of each other either.

We've been friends for a long time, but this was awkward. We finally stripped out of our clothes. We were so amateur with no cute dancer outfits to strip out of and no lingerie under our clothes nor any pasties on our nipples. Pasties are usually a law to cover women's nipples. Seems kinda useless covering up just the nipples leaving the rest of our breast meat exposed.

We made a lot of money that night and learned what we needed to be in the strip dancing world. We lack the talent for dancing, but in strip dancing you really don't need any talent, just a good body. Most dancers in most clubs have taken dancing lessons, but it's not necessary. The owner must have been impressed because he sent us to another club he owns which was bigger.

We also lacked the outfits, gimmicks and money it's going to take to keep this job. Neither of us had that kind of money for outfits so we started wearing Daisy Duke cut offs shorts with a biker bitch type of look with regular t-back panties to strip down to. We had to make our outfits from Good-Will clothing for awhile till we started making decent money.

At this point we were only paying for the gas to get to the job and hotel room for a night or so. We were really good at making cheap dancing costumes. It's a rule that dancers have to drink on the job, but we're allowed to water it down and that rarely happened. Sherry and I are not experienced dancers, but we are alcoholic drug addicts so we fit right in.

Eventually we expanded our wardrobe and had lots of dancing outfits and gimmicks. We had to learn to dance in stilettos or high heels on the stage and on top of tables and give lap dances. Working the bars was fun, but we had to learn to be acrobatics. That's pretending your screwing the bars and jump up on the really high ones and twirl around on them. I was very limber and made good money working the bars.

I bought one dress that I cut up to look like Cher's dress she wore when singing,