My main ambition in life is to become a TV newsreader or presenter — maybe the next Sandra Sully or Catriona Rowntree. I’m dedicated to achieving my goals.
I recently graduated from Griffith University in Brisbane after completing an art and communications course. And what an eventful four years I had! I was forced to lead a double life, my day-to-day activities clouded in secrecy.
As a single, cash-strapped student I had to earn several hundred dollars a week to pay for my tuition, rent, food, transport and clothes. I’d left home at 16 and from that day had been proudly independent.
There wasn’t enough money in stacking grocery shelves or washing dishes to support me, so I made the decision to put my best assets to use. I’m quite attractive and have a good sense of fun, and I’m not afraid to try something new … so I decided to take up stripping.
I was 19 and in my first year of study when I began. Having worked on the door of a nightclub that held weekly amateur strip nights, I already had an insight into the industry. I registered as a freelance stripper with an agency and got myself an ABN number to make sure it was all professional.
I’ll never forget my first night. I had to strip at a private party and had major butterflies in my stomach, but when my chosen AC/DC song came on, I soon got into the swing of things. The cheers of the crowd made me even more relaxed and confident. It was a hugely exhilarating experience and the money was great.
On a good week I’d make up to $1500, which meant I could afford a one-bedroom apartment and a car. It was more money than I could have hoped for, and it paid the bills while I studied hard.
By day I was the quiet, learned scholar, and by night I was shedding my clothes at corporate functions, bucks’ nights and birthday bashes while most of my fellow students were tucked into bed.
I wasn’t at all ashamed of showing off my body, but I was terrified someone would recognise me and spread the word at uni. I still find it amazing that in my four years of study I stripped hundreds of times, yet no-one recognised me. Or perhaps they didn’t mention it.
My family knew of my after-hours job and were fine about it, but I told only one friend. I was worried about being put down. However, I think it’s honourable to work for money rather than live on welfare.
I graduated two months ago and I’m busy looking for my break into TV or print media. Maybe my story might inspire someone to give me a chance!
