I’ll never live it down

When my sister asked me to be one of her “bridesmaids,” I was honored, but assumed I’d be wearing a suit and simply standing on her side during the ceremony. I was wrong.
When my sister asked me to be one of her “bridesmaids,” I was honored, but assumed I’d be wearing a suit and simply standing on her side during the ceremony. I was wrong.
Giddy in the knowledge of my prospective job, I dreamt of all the smooth bodies, gyrating hips, and freed breasts I would peek at for free. Not that that was my main motivating factor for my career change, I needed money. The global recession hit, and my liberal arts college degree couldn’t cut me more than a retail job. ‘Why not strip?’ I comically contemplated. Only one problem, guys don’t make much stripping. So in a moment of brilliance and to my parent’s and sibling’s consternation, I went to the Venus Clinic and punctually moved to Las Vegas.
When my sister asked me to be one of her “bridesmaids,” I was honored, but assumed I’d be wearing a suit and simply standing on her side during the ceremony. I was wrong.