When I was in my early twenties, I was involved with racing cars. I was at an event at Road Atlanta one early morning and this beautiful girl with a wicked grin stood in front of my car after I had just completed a warm up. She had beautiful wavy, brown hair and long legs...a dangerous combo for me. She also had an appetite for Latin men and I, being of Puerto Rican descent, drew her interest.
I got out of my car and immediately locked eyes with her. She had apparently known another old girlfriend of mine and was referenced to me for "pleasure," whatever that meant. I'm from Puerto Rico and apparently dating Latin men was her dream! Getting referred by an ex for one's alleged sexual prowess is certainly an Ego boost...but it should have been an indication that maybe this girl, who we'll call "Maria" was in this for the wrong reasons.
We hit it off right away. She was a "car model" that "modeled" at did events for manufacturers. I scoped her out. She had sexy lines, purred like a kitten and I bet she was fast as hell. Sure, I can tell that she had been parked in a few other garages and had a little junk in the trunk, but I was more than happy to take her for a test drive. She had all the optional equipment, too...the hair, the nails and headlights that drew men in like moths to a flame.
Several weeks past and I found out that she was a studying to be a nurse while putting herself through school as a stripper. Not a big deal, but she could have told me earlier. Perhaps her time as a stripper would give her time to study the affects of infectious diseases, but I wasn't thinking clearly. As we men joke, a hard d!ck is a dumb d!ck.
She became very attached to and very jealous within a month, which was a concern, but I was willing to look the other way. I was riding high on the ego boost and I loved the attention! We did a lot of events together through the summer months and seemed to get better as a couple. I made a huge mistake by accepting a security position at her club.
Just three weeks into working at the club, she had beat up the bartender and another stripper for hanging out with me. I tried to talk to her in a sensible way, but she couldn't understand me because she had just come from bathroom where she was filling her nose with coke.
Some time went by, with highs and lows with this girl. Coke binges that looked like Tony Montana's desk every other night and irrational behavior were the norm. I changed clubs so that I wouldn't have to be close to her and the drama, believing that this would be a good way to prevent anymore fits of rage. The decision to shift gears was not very wise on my part. She made my life hell with her tornado of emotions. "I'm sorry, I love you and I don't want anyone to have you!" That was the comment I received after she blew up one night. This was after a night of drinking where she pretty much destroyed a $1000 of alcohol. What prompted this fit of rage? Allegedly, I wasn't paying attention to her when a huge porn star came to our club.
At this point, being young, I was confused. She was a car model that was on calendars and magazines and at my age and in my circles, one's reputation is enhanced by such an "achievement." Yes I know that I needed to travel in different circles, if this is the standard by which a man's worth is being judged. Nevertheless, like a sexy exotic car, even though you not it's a practical long term acquisition, you simply want to slide inside and enjoy the ride as long as possible. She also spoiled me with gifts because she pretty much made almost $1500 per night. I thought with my hormones and got hooked! Come to think of it, I had no idea strippers made that much money per night. Seems like a lot.
My world had changed so rapidly from one direction to the next I had no idea what to do. My heart went back to the first month when I saw her as a charismatic girl with a zest for life. It was rare to see these qualities in a woman. (No, bro, she had a zest for exhibitionism, craved men's attention and used her assets to control men. ~Craig)
She made me love her and hate her at the same time. You'd be surprised what men will do to be with a woman so skilled in the bedroom. Eventually, I recognized that I was hanging with the wrong people and dating the wrong women. I left her and left the adult entertainment industry for good. I'm not sure where she is now, but she'll always be a fond memory in my heart. (You mean, in your pants. ~ Craig)
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