Chapter One
Tony had been a regular for a couple of years. I enjoyed everything about him and lit up when he came to visit at the Penthouse Club. He reminded me of a kid from high school—the short guy on the basketball team who still managed to carry his weight
Living out loud comes naturally to me. Telling the truth is my knee-jerk reaction. I’m open, not secretive. I’ve actually had to learn to temper these instincts in order to be tactful and not hurt people’s feelings. But I still won’t lie outright. So when
When I was 23, I had a boyfriend who was obsessed with Pam Anderson from Baywatch. I can still hear the yearning lustfulness in his voice. “She’s soooo hot,” he’d moan every day. It was the early 90’s, the height of Anderson’s fame and her image
I was dancing on stage at Ten’s World Class Cabaret in New York City the first time a customer said this to me. The stages at Ten’s were small. The club itself was small and intimate, the kind of place where our finance-bro customers felt comfortable approaching