(18 months later) Alicia slid her back down the bedroom wall and spread her legs for the mirror so she could see what she looked like practicing her pole dance. At eighteen years old, her ambition in life was to make a lot of money stripping and taking advantage of horny men. She had no pole and had to make do with what she had, which wasn’t more than a bedroom and some clothes she purchased online from a smutty sex store. In the background she played dance music on her stereo and dimmed the lights so she could get the feel for what it would be like to be dancing on the stage in a real club. Her audition for the manager was the next day and she didn’t want to look like she didn’t have a clue what she was doing. Then her bedroom door opened and her mother stepped in. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing young lady?” Mary Campbell, Alicia’s mother asked in a loud, stern and pissed tone. Startled, Alicia wearing only a pink G-string and six inch heels slid back up the wall and faced her mother.
