A bonus story - Pie and Pint night; the aftermath.

After reading Pie and Pint night someone asked me why Karen had taken to stripping. Well here is her back story.

They say flattery gets you nowhere but that just isn’t true; flattery gets you everywhere. When Karen first met Andrew, he’d lavished her with praise, told her how beautiful she was, told her how she’d make a great model and left her with his business card. But he didn’t exactly represent models.

She was 18, about to start university, worried about student debt, to make matters worse she’d been getting grief from her dad. University was for poofs and skivers he’d said, He’d told her she should get a real job, earn some real money, contribute to the family.

So there she was holding the card of a bloke who ran a stripping agency. Kissograms Andrew had told her were the future. She remembered how beautiful he said she was and how much they’d pay for looks like that. She took a deep breath and called the number.

So she’d funded her way through uni by taking her clothes, off. Kissograms, became stripograms which became stripping. She’d hated it at first, it was demeaning, demoralising, it confirmed her suspicion that all men were animals and of course Andrew didn’t pay more for her looks, she got the same as any of the girls. But it was money for old rope.

After she graduated she kept it up, the money was just to good to give away. But deep down inside she knew it wasn’t the money that kept her dancing. Like anything bad for you it was hard to give up; she enjoyed the adulation, the sound of applause ringing in her ears; it massaged her ego and did wonders for her self esteem. But she hated herself for it, especially when she met John.

She’d fancied John from the moment they first met, but she’d kept him at arm’s length, not wanting a serious boyfriend, not wanting to have to explain her ‘secret’ to anyone. But John was too persistent and too cute. So with stories of aerobics classes and puppy dog eyes she’d managed to pull the wool over John’s eyes for 18 months. But now Karen got home from work to find all of John’s things gone. She guessed what had happened; he’d discovered her deception and she was back to square one.