I enjoy displaying my body to strangers

A few years ago, I was working as a dancer in a club, and I enjoyed displaying my body to strangers. It gave me joy when people admired me, especially one regular customer they called Danny . He was well liked because he spent money generously, and all the dancers wanted to be around him.

 I felt privileged when he chose me for the VIP lounge. One day, he offered me 100k  to be intimate with him, and I agreed, even though it was against the rules. People always said, “When Danny asks, you do it. I didn’t know why they called him Danny, but that wasn’t important. I was a bit scared because I’m small, and he was quite large, but I went ahead with it.

Being intimat* with customers is strictly forbidden for dancers. It can tarnish our reputation, and other dancers get upset if they find out. But I liked Danny, and I needed the money. Soon, word spread among customers that I was open to it, and others began demanding the same. They would take me to the VIP lounge, offer money like Danny did, and I ended up being intimat* with about a dozen of them One day, a security guard caught me with a customer. He shone a flashlight on us, pulled me away, and dragged me out, completely uncloth*d. The club had two sections the main lounge and the VIP lounge and you had to go outside to move between them. It was cold, and I pleaded for something to cover myself.

 The guard threw his jacket over me and took me to the manager’s office. The manager sacked me immediately and said I should never return. It was deeply embarr@ssing, but looking back, I find it somewhat amusing. Life is like a basket of fruits you don’t know the taste until you try them.