WAGONS & HOOCHIES

“Hello, my name is Candy and I’m a Strippaholic.”

I did a swan dive off the wagon on Saturday. It was a planned jump kinda. I stopped by the club last Saturday to round up my girls for the spokes-model thingy for Hyper-fest. Casey asked me before I left if I could work that night because he was low on girls. I politely declined saying that I didn’t have my stuff but told to call me if he needs me on Saturdays. As the week wore on I figured he would need me on Saturday so I texted him and asked him to work. And he accepted.
I can tell you that I didn’t make as much money as I could have because my alcohol tolerance went to hell when I went on my hiatus. I do remember giving my phone number to a hot girl who asked for it. I remember her being about 5’5” with short, straight, dark hair and an awesome belly. The kind where the hip bones stick out above the jeans. I remember feeling them in the palms of my hands when I held her hips. I found myself thinking about her on Sunday when she called and left a message on my cell phone. She doesn’t sound sexy at all on the message. More like a hoochie. Like those hoochy girls on Mad TV. I really hope that she looks better than the blurry image in my head. I’m truly second guessing my actions. I don’t know if I should call her or not.
I should state that my Hubby was very supportive of my working on Saturday. He said he thought it was a good idea to do that every so often. Today, he suggested I work this Saturday too because of it being the first weekend of the month. I also have to tell you that when I told him about my idea of working on Saturday, he gave me a whole lot of lovey attention. Like he wanted to make sure I know he loves me very much. His supportiveness has raised many eyebrows, even my own every once in a while. But I’m not going to ruin a good thing with suspicion. So I’m enjoying every second of it and leaving everything to faith. I have faith in him and he has faith in me.
Hope you have a great week!