I'm sitting at the bar on a Monday night at the strip club, chatting it up with a friendly chef from Canada. He's showing me photos, talking about his kids, and we're smiling at each other, flirting lightly. We're drinking water at the bar. Very casual light fun.
The strobe lights are beaming on the stage behind us, and behind the stage is the DJ and my manager. I had been at the DJ's house for steak dinner the night before. We were in school together, so we are pretty close. I showed him my soulcast site. He was in particular awe of my fellatio blog. While reading it to him, his eyes were bug-eyed, wide open and his jaw was slack.
Over the music on the microphone I hear him say, "This is the second song for the Beautiful Blake."
OH NO!!! That's me and I'm missing my set, I think. I get off the bar stool to head toward stage, when I see them all laughing in the DJ booth. They're fucking with me. I can't help but laugh with them.
"It's Rarity121, is that right Blake?" he asks me, huge mischevious smile glaring at me.
What???? My manager, the bartender and the DJ are hovered over a large computer monitor, and I know they are reading my blog.
I excuse myself from my customer, feeling like I'm in high school again, with rumors being spread. I sneak behind stage and into the DJ booth, where I crane my neck to see the computer. I see Soulcast flash before my eyes. All of a sudden, the DJ sees me, and changes the screen back to another page! My manager is smirking at me, with a somewhat flirtatious glint in his eye.
"Don't look at my page! It's private!" I yell.
Now who knows whose reading this stuff! Definitely people that shouldn't be, if I want to remain anonymous. So much for ditching dirt on these people from now on.
I go into the dressing room, and I'm putting on my makeup the next day. A new girl introduces herself to me.
"I hear your really smart," she says, "Somebody told me you're a writer."
Thanks Mr. DJ!!!



