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Confessions Of A Stripper: Tales From The Vip Room  
Author: Lacey Lane
ISBN: 0929712927
Format: Handover
Publish Date: June, 2005
 
     
     
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Book Description
What really goes on inside the mysterious VIP room? Find out first-hand, as career stripper Lacey Lane unlocks the doors to the secret sanctums at the center of the action in gentlemen's clubs across America. CONFESSIONS OF A STRIPPER puts you in the middle of the VIP Room, where freaks, fetishists, scammers, and even normal guys match wits with the dancers. Here, outlandish fantasies are bought and sold, and almost nothing is beyond the realm of possibility. These true stories, culled from Lane's years of performing in dozens of clubs around the country, also provide the lowdown on the ins and outs of the topless trade, including suggestions on tipping, finessing the bouncers, negotiating for services, avoiding sucker traps, and yes, even scoring a date with a dancer.

About the Author
After seven years in the topless trade, Lacey Lane permanently retired her g-string. Now she divides her time between the serenity of Scottsdale and the insanity of Los Angeles.

Excerpted from Confessions Of A Stripper: Tales From The Vip Room by Lacey Lane. Copyright © 2004. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
"I started moving slowly, trying to work my way into the core of the beat. Soon, I forgot I was perched atop a bar and thought only of the music's rhythm, freeing my body to move in synch with the beat. I peeled my bottom wrap off seductively and hardly heard the whistles and catcalls that followed. Ditto for my top; I was now just a skimpy T-back away from full nudity, and the best part about it was that I was becoming more at ease with the situation. Or maybe I was an exhibitionist at heart. Or I was so goddam petrified that nothing mattered. Whatever the case, inside, I was celebrating. I truly felt liberated."




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