So tonight I was dancing onstage fairly early in the evening. I spun around the pole and landed, legs spread, pussy in a customer's face. I looked at him and realized... he's a producer. I've worked for him before, could possibly work for him again, and he knows my boyfriend very well. My heart stopped.
I do not need the entire movie industry knowing I'm a dancer; this is my career, that I invested half my life in and gave up a good marriage for. I called my boyfriend freaking out, wondering what to do, and he pointed out that the guy in question is a good guy and would keep my secret. Only thing, his roommate is NOT a nice guy and would definitely be counted upon to tell the whole world, "Guess who's a STRIPPER!" So upon my boyfriend's advice, I went out to the producer and said, "I hope you can keep a secret!"
Turns out he had not recognized me, and I could've just let it go. So I might've made it worse by identifying myself. The good news... he was there with a very cute girl, and he said, "We can definitely keep secrets. Because that's not my wife." So I doubt I have much to fear, unless he confides in his jackass roommate.
I should've known better than to dance in Hollywood! Aigh! Now I'm terrified. Next time it might not be this guy. Next time it could be one of my current employers. It was bound to happen eventually but G-d dammit!!


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