A short story about a potato farm girl who moves to the city and becomes an exotic pole dancer.

Eighteen-year-old Susie was born and raised on her parents potato farm, way far out in the mountainous countryside. She was an only child and had no close friends to spend time with. The family’s nearest neighbors lived over a mile away, so Susie spent most of her free time reading and dreaming of an exciting life. Then one day to her parents surprise, Susie announced that she was moving to the big city.

 

Susie left the farm life behind a few weeks later, dreaming only of fame and fortune. Of course, she was soon to learn that it takes time to become successful. Instead of the fancy job she had hoped for, Susie was hired as a cook at a small downtown cafe. She spent hours each day frying hamburgers for the customers and she began to feel that her skin was becoming permanently greasy. Even after long hot showers every night, she never felt truly clean. Susie was starting to wonder if moving to the city was a big mistake.

 

One evening while Susie was taking her break, a tall handsome stranger approached her at the cafe. Right out of the blue, he offered her a job working as an exotic dancer at his local nightclub. Susie sat at the bar stunned and speechless, while she chewed slowly on a bite of hamburger. After forcing herself to swallow, she picked up her drink and took a small sip. Then she suddenly rose to her feet, gave a slight nod and left the cafe with the handsome stranger.

 

They headed straight to the nearby nightclub, which was smoky and very crowded. To the amazement of the stranger, Susie immediately climbed up onto the stage. She grabbed the pole positioned in the center with both hands, forgetting that they were still greasy from the hamburger that she had ate earlier. Susie began to swirl around the pole, then she suddenly lost her grip and fell to the floor.

 

Not letting the incident discourage her, Susie got up off the floor and began her pole dance again. That night she put on a spectacular performance to the delight of her captivated audience. She was hired right on the spot and she began her professional career that very night. Needing a stage name for herself, Susie became known as the Greasy Pole Dancer.

 

The End.

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  • rajeev bhargava on May 19, 2009

    I really enjoyed reading this delightful story. It’s amazing how Suzie’s career took off. She’s a really lucky girl. Well done!!

  • Brenda Nelson on May 19, 2009

    I feel so cheap… lol good story.

  • Milton H Peebles III on May 19, 2009

    enjoyed this! LOL LOL

  • ken bultman on May 19, 2009

    Hey, I remember her. Her nickname in highschool was Pickles.

    good story, but I’m a sorry tipper.

  • STEVE666 on May 19, 2009

    Good little story, Darla.

  • Kate Smedley on May 19, 2009

    Lol .. nice story!

  • Walter Holstad on May 19, 2009

    Liked it!

  • cardy on May 19, 2009

    real good read i enjoyed this story liked it a lot

  • Westbrook on May 19, 2009

    Sounds like she was a very determined girl.

  • Aristide on May 20, 2009

    Hey Darla, that is so funny and coincidental for me too because I was a food outlet worker also and i was so greasy and filthy after my work, that i called myself the “greasy man” in true British deprecatory fun. I can so identify with her sense of fun and relief at her escape.

  • revivor on May 20, 2009

    perhaps her career wasn’t on the slide after all!!

  • writergirl77 on May 21, 2009

    great story!! very enjoyable.

  • Katie Marie on May 22, 2009

    Obviously your entry to the writing challenge. Good job with the greasy pole.

  • Andrew Davies on May 25, 2009

    I guess Greasy Pole Dancer is better than my stripper name:

    “Old Butterfingers.”

  • Duff D Moss on May 25, 2009

    LoL – great job! Love the title. Thanks for playing and hope to see you on the next round too.

  • Rod Ferrandino on May 25, 2009

    So, for all of you who want to break into show biz. . .
    I\\\’m glad you took the challenge, and did such a good job with it.

  • hfj on May 26, 2009

    Good story. In reality i’d say there have been many farm girls who have taken this same route to the city, and have worked the same line of work. Well done.

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