Jasmine, Jade and Other Cheap Sluts

Jasmine and Jade are probably the most popular stripper names, so there is always a Jasmine and a Jade dancing at the club. The women rotate, but the name constantly resurrects itself like some deranged strung-out yogi in platform sandals.



The Jasmine who arrived in May was terrible. She was cute -- country, with a round face and freckles, a twang in her speech, petite and curvy. She had just moved to town from god-knows-where. She may have been keeping that a secret, or she may have told me. At that point, I was trying very hard to stay drunk and high and impervious to all of the drama and emotion around me, so I didn't always listen very closely to the new girls who seemed so very needy and wounded and self-destructive. These new girls weren't any better or worse than my circle, but I was just already saturated with trauma.

The Jasmine who arrived in June GAVE IT AWAY. She would walk around giving backrubs to the customers. She did stages, but didn't seem to try to sell any table dances -- I suppose because she was too busy walking around giving out free backrubs. On slower evenings this started cutting into everyone else's money, so we threw an intervention and the dumb ho still didn't understand us. Finally, we told her if she didn't stop touching and entertaining for free, we were going to let Dominique kick her ass -- Dominique thought talking to this woman was a waste of time better spent punching her until she was too ugly and sore to work. I have to admit she was right.

After that, Jasmine confined herself to giving backrubs to her one special regular for free. Eventually, she moved in with him and he would come in every night for most of her shift and she would dance for him for free. I never could understand it.