Sweating it out on the elliptical machine, I noticed this hot guy in Devo sunglasses on the treadmill behind me.
" he asked as he looked me up and down."At the beach," I responded. He had two small children out of wedlock with his live-in girlfriend.
As I was leaving the gym, he invited me to his place over the weekend. We were soon hanging out at his house in Malibu, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. She was away with the kids the weekend we had our get-together. ) Whirlwind Two months later, I ran into Ryan at a car show on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. " He was still living with his girlfriend and kids.
We sipped white Russian tequila, snorted pink cocaine and talked about everything until dawn. More than I wanted love, I needed someone to take care of me. That day, at the auto show, he paid attention to everything I worked so hard on: my tan, my breasts and my body. He said, "If you can handle that, let's hang out. I want to, but I don't think it's a good idea," I told him."Come on, please, please! When we met the following week at a park in Beverly Hills, he was sitting on the grass stoned out of his mind, unable to string a sentence together. My rational side told me to walk away from Ryan that day and never look back.
A former adult entertainer's tale of love, sex and abstinence."So let me get this straight. I mean I've only been with like four guys and they were all serious relationships," I said.
You've been a stripper for the past eight years, and you've never slept with anyone during that entire time? We were sitting around the dressing room on a slow Saturday night, legs wrapped around bar stools, swapping sex stories.
" asked Blair, my co-worker at the strip club."I know, it sounds really weird," I said. Maybe its guilt from my Italian Catholic upbringing.""Kiersten, how is that possible? Almost every steel locker exhibited a bottle of inexpensive champagne or vodka. Just because I'm a dancer doesn't mean I should give it away to anyone.Blair, a preppy blonde, looked more Park Avenue, than Los Angeles strip joint."Ryan's that guy from Malibu? "He says we'll sleep together when the time is right.""What do you guys do then? I liked Kiersten, because I could turn her into anyone I wanted to be." Blair asked."We do other things," I replied, as the DJ announced: "Next up we have the lusciooous, gorgeooous Kieeersten! I took half of a Xanax out of my tiny antique pill box and washed it down with cheap bubbly.I (Thought I) Needed Someone To Take Care Of Me As I swayed my hips on stage my thoughts drifted to Ryan.In addition to gorgeous models, he loved racing cars and riding one of his many Harleys. He was 33, and I was 22 when we met at a hole in the wall gym in Malibu.