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By Stacey Keith

STRIPPED DOWN: a unadorned Memoir is a glance again at a surreal global saved conscientiously hidden from public view. This chronicle of lifestyles within the epidermis exchange follows the meteoric upward thrust of Stacey Keith, a lady scarcely out of her children whose eye-popping resources release her from rainy T-shirt contests to the catwalks of Houston, strip bar capital of the realm. nearly in a single day, she is came across via a recognized porn superstar, who Svengalis her onto the pages of Playboy, Penthouse, and dozens of different men’s magazines. whereas strutting her stuff onstage and around the kingdom, Stacey makes the fateful selection to go to Hollywood. She’s bought every thing a lady may well wish: reputation, awareness, never-ending piles of cash...but no inspiration what awaits her. With web porn overtaking men’s magazines, each person from her Mafia-boss street supervisor to her smarmy expertise agent pressures Stacey to do greater than simply flash her flesh. Uber-boob filmmaker Russ Meyer verbally abuses her; rocker Don Henley attempts to take advantage of her. but via all of it, from the warped misogyny of Playboy to the S&M dungeons of the Pacific Palisades, Stacey’s darkish, self-deprecating humor will go away you guffawing, crying and rooting for her at each step of how.

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I pictured a few terrible baby staring vacant-eyed at a television whereas in the back of her got here the muffled grunts of sex. I felt a little ailing. yet we’re on the membership now, and that i quiet down in an overstuffed, butt-sprung chair to attend till express time. 5 tabloid rags are fanned out at the espresso desk. I’ve acquired Kafka in my suitcase, yet I don’t are looking to scare Lou. Legs crossed, I idly look through humans, half-wishing I’d by no means left The Men’s membership. Roxanne is insane. I start to comprehend her desire for amphetamines. If she’s operating all day and part the evening, whilst does she sleep? A knock on the door. I scramble to re-arrange myself. My center kicks into excessive equipment. convinced sufficient it’s Lou, donning denims and a black T-shirt, goods of male clothing that humidify my panties. If I wore any. “Hey, there. ” His eyes by no means depart my face. “I got here to determine if there’s something you wish. ” no matter if saliva hadn’t pooled in my mouth, I wouldn’t have depended on myself to talk. There are ... issues on me tingling that haven’t had any blood movement for months. with no even aspiring to, I re-cross my legs. His mouth drops open. “Could somebody deliver me a fucking razor? ” Roxanne examines the damaged deal with of a purple plastic razor prior to tossing it apart. “And probably a lager? ” “Do you will have one? ” he asks me. “Oh, no,” I say. “I don’t drink. ” He appears happy. “Neither do I. My sensei won’t enable me. ” i am getting it. A martial artist. His devotion to a sensei makes him appear form of dorky, yet I’m so past giving a shit. “Uh, this day? ” Roxanne snaps. Lou geese out. I proceed to thumb via what has obtained to be the main insipid journal on the earth. Lou indicates up with the razor and a sweating lengthy neck. Roxanne is only gracious, shooing him out so she will be able to prepare. an incredible dressing desk, flanked by way of frosted theater bulbs, dominates the farthest wall. Beside it's a replicate and a rusty sink. and not using a moment’s self-consciousness, Roxanne sheds the tracksuit, kicks off a lavender thong, after which perches—knees spread—on the sting of the sink. Shaking a can of shaving cream, she applies a white stripe to 1 hairy lip of her vagina, then the opposite. I’m watching the object, and it seems like Santa Claus, purely with an enormous pink mouth like a person punched him. I drag my cognizance again to an editorial approximately megastar purses. tremendous ones that price what I’m making this week. And hell, my wage is a screw activity contemplating what i need to publish with to earn it. She’s over there buzzing and shaving—I can really pay attention the scritch of razor on obdurate follicles—and i feel, an entire week of this plus Ed? not able to take a moment extra of Roxanne’s deforestation, I wander out to the ground. The membership isn’t open but, yet a number of the dancers are placing round having a look bored. I slide onto a bar stool, order a vitamin Coke. Lou is nowhere in sight. “You are so pretty,” a gentle voice says in the back of me. I flip to determine a dark-haired waif with a diamond stud in her nostril. She wears it good. I can’t inform if she’s being pleasant or attempting to disarm me ahead of sticking within the knife. “How lengthy have you ever been a function?

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