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By Stacey Keith

STRIPPED DOWN: a unadorned Memoir is a glance again at a surreal global stored rigorously hidden from public view. This chronicle of lifestyles within the pores and skin exchange follows the meteoric upward thrust of Stacey Keith, a lady scarcely out of her youth whose eye-popping resources release her from rainy T-shirt contests to the catwalks of Houston, strip bar capital of the area. virtually in a single day, she is came upon by means of a well-known porn celebrity, who Svengalis her onto the pages of Playboy, Penthouse, and dozens of different men’s magazines. whereas strutting her stuff onstage and around the kingdom, Stacey makes the fateful determination to go to Hollywood. She’s bought every little thing a woman may well wish: repute, consciousness, unending piles of cash...but no concept what awaits her. With net porn overtaking men’s magazines, each person from her Mafia-boss street supervisor to her smarmy expertise agent pressures Stacey to do greater than simply flash her flesh. Uber-boob filmmaker Russ Meyer verbally abuses her; rocker Don Henley attempts to exploit her. but via all of it, from the warped misogyny of Playboy to the S&M dungeons of the Pacific Palisades, Stacey’s darkish, self-deprecating humor will go away you guffawing, crying and rooting for her at each step of how.

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I’m imagined to are looking to get my photograph within the gossip rags after which chill out and box calls from casting administrators. And all i will take into consideration is my dumb puppy or even dumber boyfriend, commonly simply because I’m a no-life pathetic loser who’s circling the bathroom quicker than a useless roach. “I intend to make a cell call,” I inform Tommy. “Sure,” he says, yet i will inform he’s no longer deciding to buy it. I rush off to discover a quiet position to exploit my mobile. through the women’ room, I up-end my handbag and paw via tampons and lipstick, frantically trying to find my mobilephone. Zack alternatives up at the moment ring and provides me a groggy, “Hey, babe. ” So he wasn’t out screwing a few lady finally. My middle swells with absurd aid. “You and Bets having a great time? ” he asks. “No. How’s Moon Pie? ” clear of the receiver, Zack coos, “You wanna say hi to mama? ” Now whatever that seems like a rainy snout, snuffling, via probably a lick or . i've got an insane urge to cry. “Miss you,” he says. “I want you have been in mattress subsequent to me. ” I shut my eyes and take a fortifying breath. i ponder if I’ll remorse this decision—the tremendous fish I threw again. one other woman, a wiser woman, will be residing in a mansion with Tommy—or one other Tommy—fungible rock stars with their fungible pussy. yet I maintain attempting to make feel of this factor. provide it that means. Make it actual. depression seems like a dismal, smothering hand. In my haste to go away, I push the emergency go out door and set the alarms wailing. whilst Bets and that i come again to the house, Zack is asleep. I pull the futon out for her and choose to take my fats, doughnut-stuffed puppy out for a stroll. prior to going again into the bed room to wake her, I do not forget that Zack left the dog’s leash in his truck, so I thieve right down to the parking zone and grope round the entrance seat, discovering a lighter, a pack of rolling papers—amusingly typical—and a huge chandelier earring that isn’t mine. My epidermis is going chilly. I refuse to think it—can’t think it. I pulled an earring out of his truck seat? I see the article dangling from my outstretched hand. anything this loud and obnoxious wouldn't move disregarded if it slipped out of an earlobe. It should have been planted right here through anyone who sought after me to discover it. No, that’s most unlikely. in addition to, Zack wouldn’t cheat on me. I’m version, I inform myself, as if it particularly issues. He’s not anything greater than a dope-smoking, longboard-riding, overgrown gymnasium rat who bought to exchange approach up while he met me. I fucking aid the fellow. The earring catches the sunshine like it’s mocking me. And nonetheless my brain scrambles for factors. If he’s banging a person, it has to be that bag of big-assed whore from Squirtwerks. the belief lands up for the punch, then grants it solidly to my sun plexus. Zack prefers her to me? That tacky, dimpled ass to at least one that’s graced enormous quantities of modern journal pages? If Zack is dishonest, does that suggest I’m poor not directly? Does that suggest I’m no longer sufficient, now not even for the likes of him? ok, wait. possibly he received me those jewelry and accidently shoved them down the seat. I jam my hand time and again at the back of, less than, getting not anything for my hassle other than fingernails jam-packed with grit.

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