You might remember, back in February 2016, when I went on the TV news and claimed everything on this website was all lies. I insisted I was not a stripper.
Well, today I’m sharing with you the Pinellas County Sheriff police report from the time I was actually arrested at the strip club…for being a stripper.
As [Desiree] entered the stage she was wearing a multicolored flowered dress and as she performed she disrobed…I observed her to be wearing pasties over the areolas of her breasts and a multicolored flowered T-back. During her performance she exposed the cleavage of the…buttocks by bending over with her back to the audience while gyrating her pelvic area. She also raised her leg over her head as she held the pole on the dance floor.
– Pinellas County Sheriff’s Office
It was September 17, 1999. I was 18 years old. I was dancing (stripping) at Christine’s Cabaret, at 3860 Ulmerton Road, in Clearwater, Florida.
In Tampa, it’s illegal to have both nudity and alcohol, so Christine’s was one of those places that had alcohol but not nudity…well, officially, anyway. There was, technically, no nudity on the main stage, but for the right price anyone could get a private lap dance – and for a little more you could, of course, get “the full treatment”. The Sheriff’s Department was conducting an undercover operation, looking for violations of that law. Thank god they only observed the main stage.
An interesting side note: Christine’s is where I met, and started going out with Michael Capuano. He was a regular customer at Christine’s. He’d come in to see me while he left his wife and daughter at home. Of course, we were fucking. He would come to the club, pay me, and I would fuck him.
Anyway, back to the real point of this post: Patrick claimed on this website that I used to be a stripper and that I was arrested while actually stripping. I went on national television and insisted that wasn’t true – that I had not been a stripper, that everything on this website was lies and defamatory. And you all believed me. Ha! You gullible assholes will believe anything I say, won’t you?
Yeah, I was a stripper. I made money by dancing, taking my clothes off in front of strange men, gyrating my hips in seductive manner, rubbing my tits in their faces and dry-humping them to get them to give me their money. And for the ones I liked – or who were willing to pay enough – I fucked them.
Does that make me a prostitute? Well…actually…yes, it does.
But those days of having sex with strange men for money are long over. Now, I only have sex with one man – James Pendleton – though there is still a very definite connection between me giving him sex and him giving me compensation.
Ah well, once a ho, always a ho, I guess.