Sunday, April 26
"Brie! Wake up!"
"mfffhhh...mmmm... Christy?"
"Yeah. Brie. It's me. Wake up. I need to talk."
"Christy. It's what... six fucking thirty in the morning. What the fuck are you doing video conference me NOW? I'm in fucking bed! You woke my cat up!"
"You gotta get up anyway. It's a school morning."
"The shit I do. Our class is at 8. I'll get up at like... 8..."
"No you won't. You'll get up and shower and do whatever lesbians do to get dressed for school."
"You wish. Flannel and Birkenstocks. I'm all over that. Takes 5 minutes. Call me back in an hour."
"No, I need to talk NOW."
"What about, baby sister Christy? This better be good, or I'm going back to calling you Chris."
"Do you have sex dreams?"
"Yeah, Christy. We all have sex dreams. Mine are about flannel and Birkenstocks and living in a condo with another girl and raising cats and going antiquing on the weekend. Maybe we play softball, too. Are you just having your first sex dream?"
"YEAH! I can't quit thinking about it. It was so friggin vivid! And you were in it!"
"Christy, I promise I wasn't in your sex dream. Maybe someone who looked like me, but I was right here, in my bed, asleep with my cat, wishing I was driving a Volkswagen bus and going antique shopping. I want a new dresser. Something in Queen Anne."
"You can't even drive, Brie. Listen, we were strippers in a strip club..."
"Now I know you're out of your fucking mind. Me? A stripper?"
"Yeah, and a cute one, but that's beside the point. I was like a newbie stripper, and you were an old hand at it, and you'd talked me into coming to your club and trying out to become a stripper, and..."
"Whoa... whoa... hold your horses, little girl. How do you even know what a strip club looks like?"
"I've seen movies."
"I've seen movies too, but that doesn't mean I know how to fly the Millenium Falcon."
"Anyway, it was hot. I mean, the hottest dream I've ever had, and vivid. I remember everything, and I had to tell you about it before I forgot about it. Anyway, you and I were roommates..."
"You mean like me and Randi want to be?"
"No, just... you know, roommates. Somehow, I think you were older, maybe like a year or two, and it was summer, and we were at a beach somewhere, and I had a summer job like running this little kiosk on the beach selling cold drinks and worked in a bikini and flip-flops all day..."
"You said we were strippers...."
"Yeah, at the beginning of the dream you were and I wasn't. I'd just answered a thing on Craigslist needing a room for the summer and ended up in this really crowded apartment with you and two other girls, and like a big chunk of this apartment complex was filled with kids in the adult industry who worked this beach resort in season. Lots of girls who worked in adult entertainment and then took off when everyone left, and even a lot of hunky guys who were gigalos or something like that..."
"Something like that? Male hookers?"
"Yeah, anyway, that's not important, it's just that during the day everyone kinda hung out at the pool, `cept I had to work at this shitty kiosk 5 days a week, and was barely making enough money to pay my rent much less saving anything for school." So there I am, hanging out by the apartment complex pool on my day off, and I'm the only girl there wearing a bikini top and there are a LOT of guys -- young hunky guys -- wandering around, some who live there and some who are just hanging with the mostly naked girls."
"You are semi-getting my attention, Christy girl, I desperately need coffee. I smell some from down the hall. Go pee and call me back in 5."
So I didn't have to pee, but coffee was a great idea, and now I'm at my desk and getting wired for the day.
"Christy, babe. I'm back. I'm coffee'd. I told you I like my coffee like I like my men, right?"
"Strong, hot, and ...."
"Nah.... In a pink girlie cup. So anyway... I'm laying out by the pool nine-tenths naked and you say I'm looking hot? So, I've lost 20 pounds, that's what you're saying?"
"Brie, babe, you are perfect. I've told you that. In my dream, you're just like you are, `cept maybe with bigger boobies. Anyway, I have bigger boobies, too, did I tell you? And no bad plumbing downstairs. I'm a full tilt girlie girl in my dream. So anyway, you tell me I'm gonna have nasty tan lines and so I should lose my top, and I say what the fuck, so now I'm string-bikini bottoms and SPF-45 and a beer at 10am and that's like it, and no body notices my titties, so I get used to it and actually feel good about getting some sun on the girls."
"Yeah, you're making me miss summer. You know we're gonna have a fucked up summer this year. Go on."
"So, anyway, I'm whining to you that here I am trying to make money for the summer and maybe I'm gonna have to tap my Mom for rent money cuz, well, standing around in a bikini under an umbrella all day selling overpriced sodas to kids and flirting with their Dads ain't cutting it, and you said, `hey, Christy, you know what we all do, right? And we make more money in a night than you make all week and work half as much in air conditioning.' "
"And then we get into this whole thing and I say I've never been in a strip club, and you say it's just topless and you're hardly showing anything more than I show standing out on the beach flirting with old men, and the tips are great. So I just sit there for a while, and say, `I've never been in a topless club before. What would I wear?"
"Then you say, You're about my size and what's your shoe size?' and I tell you and you say, Great. One of our roommates is sure to have your shoe size. When's your next day off?'"
"So, I tell you, and you say, `You'll need two days off in a row, so that's good. You can come visit the club one night, I can arrange it with the boss so you don't have to pay anything and you can just check it out. He's always looking for new talent in season."
"What to you mean, pay something', I ask, and you explain that's the way strip clubs work. They don't make that much money on drinks and cover charges, but the girls pay what's called a tip out' to the club, to the DJ, and to the bouncers who walk them back to their cars late at night. You explain that it's really not bad, and you still make a killing after all of that."
"So anyway... Brie? Are you still awake?"
"Huh... Yeah... Stripper. Boobies on display. Got it."
"Yeah, so anyway, a few days later, I've got 2 back to back days off, so I sleep late on day, although I can't really cuz, well, I'm kinda excited and scared at the same time."
"All this in one fucking dream, Christy?"
"Yeah, it like went on forever. So anyway, after a day of last-minute tanning and getting rid of tan lines, about 4-ish you said it's time to get started, and I wanted to know what we wear going there and you said, just street clothes. Take some of your fav makeup. Plenty, cuz you'll re-do like 10 times a night.' Anyway, we got there about 5-ish and no one was there cept people who worked there and maybe a couple of drunks, and I went in and there were two girls dancing on stage but it was like nothing was happening. You said that someone needed to be on stage all the time, but no one got any money at 5pm, so all the girls basically took turns biting the bullet for the afternoon shift. Anyway, we went back to the dressing room, and there were several girls there in various outfits, and you'd brought a couple of outfits for me. You said for me to start out slow, and so you had me in a white-white nightie with spaghetti straps and a built-in bra, and a g-string and tiny panties over the top of the g-string which you explained that was so I could strip on stage. I said I didn't know if I was ready to strip on stage, and you said that was OK, I was just there to learn.
"Then the manager came back, and he was a lot nicer than I thought he would be. And he had the club accountant with him, and she was kinda nerdy girl who was the last person I'd expect to see hanging out at a strip club, but she had me fill out some paperwork just in case. Then you helped me with my makeup and it was a lot more than I usually use, but you explained that was what the customers expected, but anyway I was still going to be introduced as the newbie virginal type and customers really got into that. Then you pulled out white rhinestone 4' platform heels, which I hadn't worn in a while and so it took a little getting used to."
"Is this going to go on for a while? Do we end up fucking anyone?"
"You do. I don't. But not for not trying. Anyway, we head out on the floor and you and I just kinda hang. We go over and talk to some young guys and they buy us drinks (really, really, REALLY watered down fruit juice) and you ask them if they want a private dance, and they said something called a `table dance' and so you danced for them right at the table for like $10 or something like that. One of them asked me if I'd like to dance, and I said I was a newbie and was still learning the ropes, and he seemed to be cool with that."
"Then I looked over and you were all topless and shit and had your boobs near the guys face but not touching him, and then the song ended and you told him how much fun that was for you and how cute he was and you started reaching for your top, and then he pulled out another 10, and I swear, I think you ended up taking that guy for like fifty bucks by the time you were done. I got horny just watching you, and finally you said, Christy, you gotta learn sometime.' And she turned to the guys and said, This is Christy, and she's brand new at this, and so be nice to her.' And then suddenly one of the guys pulled out a 10 and reached over and without saying a word, just tucked it into my bra, so I took a cue from you, and got up and danced a bit, and near the middle of the song, I took the 10, and tucked it into my panties just like I saw you do, untied the little bow that was holding the nightie in place at my cleavage, and let the top drop off to the floor, and the guys started applauding. The song started getting close to the end, and suddenly another 10 appeared in my panties, and I'm having a little more fun dancing. I looked over and you're still topless and sitting in the lap of the guy who gave you all the money. By the end of the third song, I'm $30 richer and sitting in the lap of this not half bad looking dude in his 20's and I don't even notice that he has a hand on my boob and I look over and you're just laughing your ass off. You say, `Christy, you're gonna do great.'"
Brie said, "Christy, seriously, you've convinced me that our future lies in stripping for horny rich guys. But for now, I'm awake and need more coffee and maybe look presentable for school. Can you tell me more tomorrow?"
I didn't get around to telling her the rest of the dream this week -- stuff kept getting in the way. But, that dream kept haunting me every night. I had more and more in that saga, and I couldn't wait until next week to tell Brie the rest.