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I drove home and thought about what had just happened. Job offer, oddball coaching position. What would I tell my parents I did? “Hey mom, I got a job at a strip club, be happy for me.” Still, it was lucrative, and my best opportunity so far out of college. I didn’t sleep well, and by morning I hadn’t given the idea a flat out “no.” I thought about the stage occasionally, does every girl secretly want to work the pole at least once, or was it just me.

Gina sent me a text at noon, “Hey there, you decided you’re in yet 😊?”

After a while of debating, I sent back the truth, “tough decision, no.”

“Try it for two weeks,” she wrote, “if you aren’t having fun then I’ll let you look for something else while still working.”

I debated some more. I always did have trouble saying no to people. “Okay.”

“Yes! Great to hear, Haley,” Gina wrote. “You’re scheduled to have the room Monday through Friday next week from 2 to 4 p.m. Sooooo glad you’re joining us, the girls are excited to get started!”

I took some time Sunday afternoon to watch YouTube videos, jotting down some moves I thought would both be easy to learn and look good. Never thought I could write off watching Jello-wrestling on the internet as a business expense!

I was as nervous as Kiersten and Madison to get started on Monday. We started as I had way back when with some play wrestling. The girls made it easy, they were comfortable with their bodies and jumped right in against each other and me. We took turns and it actually made for a pretty efficient session.

At first I kept looking around, expecting people to be gawking as we practiced, but Gina had truly reserved the room for us and kept it clear. We practiced right on stage, in workout clothing. I wasn’t sure what to expect there, had some vision that they’d be in lingerie the whole time.

We started developing the routine on Wednesday. Madison and Kiersten helped me come up with an admittedly implausible backstory: they would be working out together, and admiring each other’s bodies what one would playfully shove the other. This would set off a sequence that alternated between play fighting and embracing. We worked in some holds at the ends of the fighting sections, and the intimate interludes actually made it easy for them to switch between the dominant positions.

Madison and Kiersten handled the intimate choreography, though I got more involved in it by default when it was my turn. We were all learning as we went. They worked in some kissing by Friday.

“Try it,” Madison, said. We had just finished rolling into the final position, with Kiersten straddling my chest and holding down my wrists, a full-on schoolgirl pin. The defender was to struggle for a few moments before relaxing, submitting to the will of the victor, who leans down and offers the loser a French kiss. I had seen Madison and Kiersten do this several times over the past week, with me jokingly giving cat calls.

“How bout it?” Kiersten asked grinning.
It was the last practice. I smiled as Kiersten lowered her head and closed her eyes.

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I drove home and thought about what had just happened. Job offer, oddball coaching position. What would I tell my parents I did? “Hey mom, I got a job at a strip club, be happy for me.” Still, it was lucrative, and my best opportunity so far out of college. I didn’t sleep well, and by morning I hadn’t given the idea a flat out “no.” I thought about the stage occasionally, does every girl secretly want to work the pole at least once, or was it just me.

Gina sent me a text at noon, “Hey there, you decided you’re in yet 😊?”

After a while of debating, I sent back the truth, “tough decision, no.”

“Try it for two weeks,” she wrote, “if you aren’t having fun then I’ll let you look for something else while still working.”

I debated some more. I always did have trouble saying no to people. “Okay.”

“Yes! Great to hear, Haley,” Gina wrote. “You’re scheduled to have the room Monday through Friday next week from 2 to 4 p.m. Sooooo glad you’re joining us, the girls are excited to get started!”

I took some time Sunday afternoon to watch YouTube videos, jotting down some moves I thought would both be easy to learn and look good. Never thought I could write off watching Jello-wrestling on the internet as a business expense!

I was as nervous as Kiersten and Madison to get started on Monday. We started as I had way back when with some play wrestling. The girls made it easy, they were comfortable with their bodies and jumped right in against each other and me. We took turns and it actually made for a pretty efficient session.

At first I kept looking around, expecting people to be gawking as we practiced, but Gina had truly reserved the room for us and kept it clear. We practiced right on stage, in workout clothing. I wasn’t sure what to expect there, had some vision that they’d be in lingerie the whole time.

We started developing the routine on Wednesday. Madison and Kiersten helped me come up with an admittedly implausible backstory: they would be working out together, and admiring each other’s bodies what one would playfully shove the other. This would set off a sequence that alternated between play fighting and embracing. We worked in some holds at the ends of the fighting sections, and the intimate interludes actually made it easy for them to switch between the dominant positions.

Madison and Kiersten handled the intimate choreography, though I got more involved in it by default when it was my turn. We were all learning as we went. They worked in some kissing by Friday.

“Try it,” Madison, said. We had just finished rolling into the final position, with Kiersten straddling my chest and holding down my wrists, a full-on schoolgirl pin. The defender was to struggle for a few moments before relaxing, submitting to the will of the victor, who leans down and offers the loser a French kiss. I had seen Madison and Kiersten do this several times over the past week, with me jokingly giving cat calls.

“How bout it?” Kiersten asked grinning.
It was the last practice. I smiled as Kiersten lowered her head and closed her eyes.