Every girl at Sheri’s got there through a similar progression of choices: everyone started with stripping, then moved on to escorting or prostitution, and, eventually, if they were lucky, they ended up at Sheri’s before they get arrested. Beyond how they got there, every girl has a different reason why she even went down that road. There’s the single mom, the girl putting herself through school, the girl with the higher-than-normal sex drive, or the girl trying to get out of her little town.
One girl’s story in particular sticks out in my memory: Emma. We all grew up with an “Emma.” You know, the girl who was the sexy dark horse in high school. The smart girl, but you didn’t really know this because she was quiet. The pretty girl, but you didn’t notice because she was still shaking off those awkward puberty years.
Emma greeted me wearing a sexy negligee and patent black stilettos. She walked with the stride of a French runway model and spoke about brothel life with the confidence of a Fortune 500 CEO. Emma is approachable, but pretty with porcelain skin, long dark hair, and ruby-red lips. She’s built like a dancer (because she was one): tiny, but average on top with small, yet ample perky tits, long, strong, sturdy legs, and an ass that is most certainly her milkshake.
At the age of 18, Emma started stripping, per the suggestion of a friend, to pay for professional dance school in Australia. (Side note: why didn’t I have friends like this?) The money was so great that she eventually dropped out and headed to the US where she stripped her way across the country. Let me repeat that: Emma funded a cross-country road trip by going from strip club to strip club dancing for a night or two and heading on her way. Along the way, she heard about Sheri’s and the rest is history.