Victoria.
I stared at my own reflection in the mirror, trying to muster up the courage for what lay ahead. I took a deep breath and repeated to myself, "You can do this, don't be afraid." This was my first night as a stri.pper, and I couldn't deny the nerves that were coursing through my body. I wasn't the most attractive or seductive person in the club; the other girls were undeniably hotter than me. My self esteem was going down by the minute. How will I be able to fill up the stage with money? No one is interested in the Pack's black sheep. But it's worth a shot.
I wore a silver bra that barely covered my nip.ples and an uncomfortable thong that constantly gave me a wedgie. It wasn't the most pleasant experience, but I was determined to make the most of it. I walked out of the bathro
