:: Content/Trigger Warnings for material dealing with drugs and sex ::

In the middle of the trailer park, a unique young lady is renting the newest double-wide. Lot number 6 belongs to Babs, "The Stripper," as she is known to everyone. No one knows her real name outside of Big Pattie, and Babs wants it kept that way. She suffered a monstrous childhood that has left her scarred and unable to trust anyone. Babs is a high school dropout, and her occupation of choice is an exotic stripper, and she doesn't shy away from batting her big brown eyes and strutting her thin body with small breasts, hiked-up thongs when she wears crop tops when the weather is warm.

The weekend not long after Charity and Tanzo return from their cross-country trip, Babs walks down to their trailer. Babs barely taps on the door when Charity yells, "enter."

"Hey, girl! I seen you finally made it back, and I need like a huge favor like now!" Babs begins and takes a seat on the couch.

With a sigh, Charity guesses what Babs needs to be done, "You need me to rock some highlight, or lowlights, or some chunks of colors in your hair for another audition, don't you?"

"Yeah! I gots a audition for Wild and Dirty Strippers video up in Beckley, and I have to look fly and tight."

Rolling her eyes, Charity heads back to the laundry area, where she keeps options for taking care of people outside of work. Unable to know Babs' needs, Charity brings out the entire basket of colors and options to keep Babs happy since she tips well.

"You know the deal, look through what I have and put it on the table, and go take a seat in the kitchen while I get the hair cap and all that jazz." Charity informs and with a slight sigh.

"Hey, if I do this and when I get the audition out of the way, I could be making some big bucks being the cover model for these videos. It's like soft-core porn without the sex. If that makes sense," Babs says and giggles.

Charity holds her hands up and gets impatient while Babs chooses the colors of purple and red to be blended into chunks all around her head. By the time Babs gets comfortable in the kitchen chair, Charity mixes the chemicals and pulls Babs's hair through the clear hair cap for chunking the colors.

"Alright, I'm about to begin, so remember, don't move, or else I could mess up." Charity says to remind Babs of the process.

"I know not to move; this ain't the first time I've had this done. Come on; you've been doing my hair for months. If anything, I would say you're like the one friend I have here. I mean, I've told you about how my mom was a druggie. For fucks sake, my brother raped me when I was fourteen! I suffered a lot, and when CPS took me away from there, and I had the chance to run off, I did."

Listening to Babs, Charity frowns and goes over some of the details she suffered, which is why Babs trusts her to vent about her violent past.

Once Babs and Charity finish getting the chunks of color in Babs's hair, they share a bottle of dark red wine with music in the background. To help pass the time, Babs shows Charity a few new dances to keep things spicy in the bedroom. After things settle down, Tanzo walks in with Pizza Hut and sees Babs getting up to leave.

"Hey, Babs. If you want, you are more than welcome to join us for dinner." Tanzo offers and sets the two pizza boxes with a bag of breadsticks and other options on the kitchen table.

"And eat that garbage! Thanks, but no thanks. I need to keep this hourglass figure perfectly intact!"

Babs doesn't wait to leave and stumbles on her way back to her house. Nick sits with Russell on the front porch as they watch Babs stumble and nearly fall into a pole face first. They get a good laugh, but when she falls on the steps on the porch to her double-wide, Russell takes off to help get Babs inside.

"Here, babe, let me help you get inside. You're sloshed, aren't you?" Russell asks.

"Maybe just a touch, but thank you. How can I repay you, kind sir?" Babs says and slurs.

Russell doesn't say anything when he takes Babs in his large hairy and burly arms.

"There you go, and as far as repayment, talk to Candie for me. I'd love to take her out on a date."

Suddenly, Babs leaps and wraps her arms around Russell's shoulders, pulling him in a quick kiss.

"Why do you want that skanky bitch? She has like a hundred kids and shit. You know that twats gotta be like super stretched out and them kids walk out of her vag." Babs mentions feeling horny, "fuck me, and I don't care about your out-of-date look. I bet you're hung like a damn horse!"

"No, Babs. You're hot as shit, but you're not my type. I've heard the stories you'll do in the strip clubs to get ahead. Nah, I'm STD free, and I plan to keep it that way," Russell says and walks out of the trailer.

Over the next few hours, Babs sleeps off the effects of the wine and gets up for work. Rather than take a change of clothes, she places on her favorite dark blue bikini top that barely covers her nipples and slips into the matching g-string and throws on a lowcut black dress. Once she arrives in the parking lot at work, Babs sits in her car, where she takes out a small baggie of cocaine and snorts it through a shortcut straw.

"Ahhhhhh yeah, that's the good shit!" Babs shouts out and watches her pupils restrict in the rearview mirror, "let's do this shit! I gotta get these lapdances done tonight!"

Inside, Babs heads back to the changing room, where she sits at her station and throws the lowcut dress into a drawer with her purse right before the club manager walks in for rotation on stage.

"Okay, ladies, here's the lineup: Diamond, Star, Google Eyes, Big Hair Betsy, Peaches, Crème, and lastly, to wrap up the night is Bad Bunny Babs. Remember it's three lapdances for sixty tonight. You get to keep twenty percent of those dances tonight plus eighty percent of your tips. There are two new bouncers tonight, so be polite to them, and Rodger is watching the lapdance booths. Does anyone have any concerns or questions?"

When no one speaks up, the club manager claps and walks out of the changing room. Babs heads out first and begins her process to get guys to buy her shots of rum. When she lands her first lapdance, she takes part of the cash and hands it to Rodger.

"Go into booth number five, sweetie. I'll join in a minute," Babs calls out over the music. "Hey Rodger, here's part of my thing, you know the deal. I'm gonna try to get more outta this guy if I do my business."

"If you get caught, it's your ass, not mine, Babs, and use protection if you start fucking them tonight."

Babs nods and heads back to the gentleman waiting and propositions him.

"How much do you want tonight?" Babs whispers in the guy's ear.

"Does it cost extra for a blow job?"

"Just ten bucks to do head, but to swallow, make it twenty, and I'll swallow it all. For fifty bucks, I'll whip it out and ride it right here, right now."

"I can spare twenty, but you best make it worth it." The client says and pulls out the money from his front pocket.

To drown out the bad experiences of being sexually abused as a kid, Babs uses various drugs to make herself numb to endure to make the extra cash on the side.

"You got it. Just don't shove me down when you cum." Babs demands and begins to dance to get her client hard.

When the second song begins, Babs pulls out the client's dick and closes her eyes as she slowly engulfs it to the back of her throat throughout the rest of their time in the lapdance booth. When the client is about to exert his load, Babs feels his hands grab her by the hair and shoves her down until he finishes. Babs coughs and nearly gags when she's freed from the illegal extra service and walks off.

"What a fucking dick head!" She tells herself and returns to the bar to down a shot of rum before landing another guy for a three-song dance. Again she slips Rodger a bit of the cash, and in the same booth, Babs services the guy with a hand job and allows the guy to shoot in her mouth when he ejaculates.

Babs works several more private dances, and when the last client goes into the booth, she convinces him to shell out a fifty-dollar bill. Glad to do more than suck another dick; Babs doesn't waste time to take out the guy's dick and shoves on a condom and begins to ride him in a reverse cowgirl position to finish both of them off by the time the third song ends. Finished and taking the used condom in her hand, Babs dashes for the lady's room to throw the condom away. She stands there shaking, feeling shaky and paranoid.

Suddenly there's a pound on the door that forces Babs to jump.

"Who is it?" She calls out.

"Babs! You're due on stage in ten minutes, babe. Give the crowd a good show." The Club Manager shouts with the bathroom door cracked open.

"Yeah, okay, no prob man, I got this."

With her eyes shut tight, Babs barely collects her thoughts and tries to stop shaking. She hits the stage where her mind goes into autonomic mode and works her routine until the strip club closes and the patrons leave.

Babs grabs a shower in the changing room and throws on her mini dress, and bolts for her car. Locked inside her late 1980s model Mercedes Benz convertible, Babs takes out a blunt and fires it up to help her refocus before going in to collect her tips from the club manager. Once she walks back inside, she heads back to the office, where she sits on the edge of the desk. The other girls have collected their money and left.

"You did one hell of a job tonight, kid. I mean, wow, you went back to the booths more than ten times. That's a great night! Care to celebrate?"

"What do you have in mind?" Babs asks.

"Whatever you feel comfortable with doing. Leave it up to me, and I'll fuck you right there on the edge of the table."

"I like the thought of that Clark; take me and make me scream!" Babs demands and uncrosses her legs to tease her boss.

Clark reaches down and takes out a bottle of Hennessy with two highball glasses and pours enough to the brim of the glass.

"Bottoms up, beautiful," Clark states and gets to his feet to unzip his khakis and drops his boxers to his ankles, and rolls a condom over his penis. "Oh, before we do this, know this, I got a text about the audition in Beckley. You're a frontrunner. Please take my advice and stay sober until then."

All Babs can do is smile as she lies down and spreads her legs for Clark. With her eyes closed, she waits to feel his meat penetrate her body. With his massive African American hands, Clark approaches and lifts Babs's legs in the air and shoves into her. Gasping and clinching by Clark's rhythm, shoving in and out, Babs puts her arms behind her head to hold on as the pace picks up, along with her screams.

"Clark! YES! MORE! GODDAMMIT, YES!"

It takes more than fifteen minutes for Clark to reach his climax. Babs leaves a wet spot on the desk. It is the second time having sex with her boss, and she knows it's wrong, but she could care less.

"That is fucking great," Babs says and adjusts her dress before walking out of the office.

"Hey! I hope you get one of the spots. I've heard that some of the girls who win get to tour and work their way into adult entertainment. If you get there, call me, I could use some of those mega paydays I hear porn stars make."

"I can't make a promise, but when I get there and win this bitchin' contest, I will try. How much can I make as a porn star?" Babs asks.

"An easy six figures, and more if you do gay porn, I've heard." Clark shares and takes a seat to go over the rest of the night figures.

Armed with that information, Babs feels better and still feeling high; she makes her way home. Over the next few nights, Babs works on a brand new routine while serving guys in the private booth while staying off cocaine during that time but continues to smoke weed.

The weekend of the event, Babs packs up and speeds out of town. In Beckley, West Virginia, Babs checks into a cheap motel that smells like mold and cheap perfumes to mask the scents. Unable to sit still, Babs strolls downtown to take in the sounds of Beckley. Compared to the small town of Bluefield, Beckley feels like a major city to Babs. The sounds of cars rushing by with dump trucks from the coal mines roaring by send Babs' sense into overdrive. After the effects of the sounds and people walking everywhere, Babs walks into a local diner to enjoy a grilled chicken salad with a sweet ice tea and returns to her motel room to get ready for the show.

By the time she checks in at the gentlemen's club, Babs is escorted to the back and introduced to some of the other women auditioning with the live crowd. Nearly four hours go by when she's called to the stage; Babs lights up the place and receives an outstanding ovation. The audition goes about forty-five minutes before she's ushered around the floor to give quick and enticing lapdances.

"Oh wow, gents! This young lady is hungry to feed y'alls needs, ain't she?" The DJ calls out, keeping one hand locked with Babs to keep her from being manhandled by the men; she teases and winks each time she finishes.

The crowd erupts, and the undercover judges keep mental notes while the DJ records the entire show on his laptop. Once the show comes to an end, Babs goes back to her motel room and tries to sleep, but the adrenaline pumping through her body doesn't make it easy. The next night she's in the finals. Once again, she lights up the place with a skimpy mesh top that shows off her breasts while she struts and dances in a lacey black thong. The men in the club try to get handsy with Babs, but the bouncers jump in when they get too grabby.

"Get to the back; we'll have to remind these assholes they can't be grabbing you." The DJ says in Babs' ear and slaps her on the ass to get moving.

"You got it, handsome!"

Babs uses a towel to wipe her sweaty body back in the dressing room and catches her breath. The other girls know it's going to be a tough decision, but they barely say anything to each other. Babs sits in front of the assigned locker and waits for the DJ to give the results.

"Alright, ladies, I have the final results in my hand. The company can only take three girls but feel proud. The gate tonight was huge, and the six of you will receive a cut of around ten percent. That equals out to about five hundred apiece, plus whatever you got in tips thrown on stage."

The DJ gets surrounded by all six dancers and begins cracking their knuckles.

"Okay! The three we're taking are Destiny, Stardreamer, and Babs. Get packed up, and be ready to make the trip to Tallahassee. You're going to have to work hard, girl, because the world of adult entertainment and more is about to open up. You three tour for one year and the salary will be discussed with an agent. We have your addresses, and they will be in touch in a few days. Enjoy your night, and if you want to go out and try to make some more money before last call is announced, go right ahead."

Babs doesn't hesitate to head back out, but she notices a hot tub sign that's located behind the lapdance booths when she walks around the floor.

"Hey, is the hot tub an option still?" Babs asks the bouncer.

"Yes, it is. You get one hundred dollars for every trip in there; it's the club policy."

Excited, Babs doesn't waste time finding a guy to take to the hot tub. Unwilling to stop at just the time in the bubbly water from the jets, Babs offers to let the guy feel her up for another twenty bucks, but she's shot down. It's the only time she's able to convince anyone to get in the hot tub with a price tag of three hundred dollars paid to the club.

With her money in hand and again the adrenaline pumping, Babs joins the other two winners at Wafflehouse, where they become friendly with each other at last. By the time she crashes, she only gets about three hours of sleep. On the road for Bluefield, Babs stops at Sheetz gas station to fill up and buys four energy drinks to help her stay awake on the drive home.

In the days following winning a spot on the team, Babs rests up. She hides inside her trailer where she indulges in white wine in a box and Lean Cuisine meals while watching clips of previous tour winners on YouTube.

"These girls are hot! Like I have nothing on them." Babs tells herself feeling tipsy.

Not long before bed, Babs hears her phone ding with details about getting to Florida.

"We are giving you a courtesy text. Travel arrangements are made, and you will leave in 6 weeks. You will have a ticket prepaid for you at the Beckley Airport. You'll fly to Charlotte and get on a connecting flight to Tallahassee. We are looking forward to seeing you! Director Magnum." Babs says aloud and puts her phone down, and passes out until noon the next day.

Babs lies in bed until her headache subsides and heads to the club to tell her manager about getting a spot on the Wild and Dirty Strippers Tour. Wednesdays are reserved for alcohol deliveries, so Babs knows that Clark will be available. She struts inside and back to the bar area, where she sees him and the lead bartender going over the inventory.

"Hey, do we have any Captain Morgan in the back closet?" The bartender asks when she checks the point system on the bottle.

"We do, gimme a minute and..." Clark pauses after turning to see Babs standing there, "well there she is, so tell us did you win, or are you still stuck in this dump?"

With a smile, Babs nods and wipes away a tear.

"Hell yeah, girl! About time someone with some talent makes a name for themselves. Remember us when you're in the valley making those high-dollar porn films." Trinia, the bartender, shouts with her hands in the air, ready to hug Babs.

"I have about six weeks until I leave. So, consider this my notice to quit in six weeks. If ya want, place my face on the website and Facebook page to draw in more people. I need all the cash I can make."

"Done! I'll get on it. Come in early tonight, and we will go over the details. Congrats, girl, you're on your way. I can say I fucked you when," Clark reveals, forgetting that Trinia is there.

The expression on Babs's face says it all. Trinia stops going over the order and stares at Babs and Clark.

"You're the one he's fucking? I thought we were girls! You are a lying two-faced whore!"

Clark stays between them and extends his arms to keep Trinia from attacking Babs.

"Let me go! I knew you were cheating on me! You sorry, sack of shit! Babs, I'm going to kill you!" Trinia screams, reaching to grab Babs moving Clark a few inches each time she shoves him.

While Clark and Trinia scream back and forth, Babs exits the club and drives to Blacksburg to hit up her favorite adult entertainment supply store. Browsing around slowly, Babs searches through the DVDs to find some copies of Wild and Dirty Strippers. With a couple of copies in her hands, Babs purchases them along with a new outfit and exits the store. On the way home, a text comes in from Clark stating that it would be best to stay away from the club. Bummed about not getting to work to make some extra cash, Babs doesn't feel bad about getting caught sleeping with Clark; she's always viewed serious relationships as a means of control by men and refuses to give away any freedom.

"Fucking skank, if she was open to it, I'd sleep with her too. Trinia's hot but such a damn drama queen."

When Babs gets home, her Facebook is blowing up with comments over a post she's tagged in by Trinia. The slut-shaming goes on for so long that Babs deletes her account. Over on Instagram, Babs goes live to share the news that she will be touring soon and if anyone sees the post shaming her on Facebook, ignore it and go into detail about the first time she slept with Clark.

"Hey y'all, it's me, that lovable and sexy bitch! Until I go to Florida, ya can find me here doing a daily video. Yeah, that's right, my damn bitches, I done it, I got picked to go on tour with Wild and Dirty Strippers. I'm so like super excited and like so ready to make my dreams come true. I'm fed up with living in a glorified tin can trailer and whatnot. Like, I am so much better and pretty, to live like a fucking bum." Babs pauses to look away from her phone to collect more thoughts, "yeah, like, I got something big to say too. Those who used to follow me on Facebook, I deleted that shit. My friend Trinia found out that like her man was screwing me on a regular, so like, here's how all that happened. I ain't no homewrecker or nothin', but like Clark came to me first and told me how bored he was with your boring ass, ya fat ass skank. He waited until you went to see your kid that your ex has 'cause you couldn't stay off meth back then, and I came to y'alls house and he fucked me and stuffed me like a pig on y'alls bed. So, trick, you wanna go around calling me names and shit then I can throw it right back at you. Y'all know me, I am the real thing that men want, and women hate. I am beautiful, I am all that, and ain't no one ever gonna put a ring on it. That said, I catch up with y'all lates, byes!"

With the phone down and feeling sassy, Babs exits her trailer to talk to Candie. Inside Candie's trailer, Babs can hear Candie and her daughter arguing again.

"Fuck off, mom! I said I want out, and yes, I am going to get a job!' Trixie screams and stomps through the trailer back to her bedroom.

Babs knocks on the door, and Candie flings the door open, "what? Oh, hey girl, wait there, and we'll kick it under the tarp."

The door shuts, and Babs walks down to the back edge of the trailer and takes a seat in the cheap dollar store plastic chair. While she wiggles in the cheaply made chair, Babs sees the door come open with Candie hauling a blue cooler out with her.

"I got us some drinks! I remembered the lite beer this time." Candie calls out and shut the front door.

"You are awesome! I heard you and the oldest brat yelling again. Is Trixie still being a pain in the ass?"

"Lord, yes! If her father was still around here, I'd ship her to him. She's going on about wanting to attend that bullshit community college near Blacksburg, but she ain't got the money to pay for it, and loans will eat her alive." Candie mentions and takes a seat next to Babs.

The look on Babs's face is one of displeasure, and she tries to give Candie some advice.

"I pretty much got fired from the club. She should go down there and apply. I made damn good tips, and Trixie is a pretty girl and young. That girl could make some bank, and if she does the extra things I did, then hello to easy livin'."

"Really? I might hit it up then for easy money as long as it's all under the table. I don't want to lose my benefits. I could use a different car other than my POS Corolla." Candie says and points to her faded blue and rusted car.

"Take mine after I leave. I'm going to be on tour, and I am not coming back to this shithole," Babs says.

Candie is blown away from the offer and smiles at the thought of driving a Mercedes Benz. The two of them sit and chat, and Candie is convinced to head down to the club to talk to Clark while Babs sits in the car while Candie strikes a deal with Clark about performing part-time as a dancer and an under-the-table paid bartender since Trini quit.

When Candie begins working at the club, Babs gives her a ride back and forth as long as Candie hands over twenty dollars for each trip. It's money that Babs uses to get weed and a couple of eight balls from her drug dealer.

One evening right before Babs starts packing to be driven to the airport, there's a knock that travels through the trailer. Confused at who would arrive when everyone knows she's preparing to leave, Babs goes to the window and sees her dealer standing there.

"It's open!" Babs yells.

Archie walks into the trailer and takes a seat on the couch, "Hey, do you need any product before you head out of town?"

"No. I'm good. I finished the weed and the last of the eight ball a little bit ago."

Unaware, Babs doesn't realize the glare on Artie's face. His complexion is flush, and his eyes are as wide as an owl's eyes.

"Oh, okay, you know, I just wanted to see and make if you had any left I was gonna get it back from you to make some green off some of the other strippers. Speaking of the club, I heard you would fuck guys if they paid an extra private amount to you. Is that true?"

The comment and question seem off to Babs, but she puts the paranoia in the back of her mind and begins to go into detail over the ways she's made her money.

"I guess I can tell you. Yes, I would offer guys anything from a hand job, a blow job, or let them screw me in the booth. I fucked Clark a few times in the club too. I'd even take offers to go home with guys and have threesomes, and I've had women pay me to sleep with them too. I'm not above doing what I need to make money. I ain't ever about to work a real job."

As Babs continues to give details to Artie, there are state troopers out in an unmarked SUV listening to a wire strapped to Artie's chest. Once they have enough to make the bust, they rush inside the trailer, kicking the front and back doors off the hinges and taking both Artie and Babs into custody.

"Virginia State Troopers! Don't move!"

Startled, Babs gets to her feet with her hands over her mouth.

"Miss, get down on your knees and place your hands on your head!" A trooper shouts with a handgun pointed at Babs.

Following the trooper's instructions, Babs drops to her knees with her hands up. She's cuffed and escorted to an SUV, where she sees Artie brought out in cuffs talking with another officer.

"Thanks for the help; we've had the club under surveillance, but we couldn't get anything on the place. We're heading that way next. I'll make sure the judge has your deal in place when you go in front of him. Thanks again, Artie."

While the state troopers wrap up the scene at Bab's double-wide, another unit strikes the strip club. They arrest everyone inside except for Candie. When Babs didn't come over to take her to the club, she missed getting picked up for her shift that night.

In a fury, Babs bangs her head against the window, yelling at Artie. She's taken away to the local holding cell and processed to be sent to a correctional facility until an arraignment day in court, missing the flight to Florida during that time.

On the day of her arraignment, Babs stands in front of the judge with a court-appointed attorney.

"All rise, the honorable judge White presiding." The Bailiff calls out when the door from the judge's chamber swings open.

"You may be seated. I call the case of Ethel Pinkerton, known as 'Babs the stripper' to come forward." Judge White calls and waits until Babs and her lawyer stands there to be addressed.

"Miss Pinkerton, I understand that you wish to enter the plea deal offered by the state in return for leniency and testify against Clark Richard for offering the services of prostitution and illegal substances to you and other performers of the Night Cat Strip Club. How do you plea on the charges of prostitution?"

"I plead guilty, your honor—anything to keep from going to trial. I have a career I would like to get to ASAP, sir," Babs says with tears in her eyes.

The judge looks over her paperwork and calls both the defense lawyer and the prosecuting attorney to the bench.

"Counselor, are you okay with this deal? Ninety days of rehab and a fine for tax evasion?" Judge White asks, looking down at both attorneys.

"Yes, your honor. A fine of five thousand dollars and rehab since this is her first offense. Hank here has pleaded her case that she's never been in trouble before, outside of a couple of speeding tickets, and found out about her upbringing in an abusive home. If she completes the program and pays the fine, I see no reason to punish someone who's been through Hell."

"Done, you may return to your seats," the judge waits until the lawyers turn to see him before he renders the verdict of the plea deal.

"Miss Pinkerton, count your blessings for the dedication your appointed attorney has done for you. With a deal in place and you must complete the program and pay a fine of five thousand dollars, which I understand you have available, you will not face any more jail time. The case is settled on a deal, and we are adjourned next case!"

From the courtroom, Babs is escorted back to a women's correctional facility for twenty-four hours before she's sent to a state-funded rehabilitation program in Richmond. During that time, Babs reaches out to the people running the Wild and Dirty Stripper tour to work out a way to stay on tour and join up with them after her sentence is carried out. Free from rehab and able to see the world sober for the first time in years, Babs purchases a bus ticket to Oklahoma City to join the Wild and Dirty Stripper Tour. After the tour, Babs goes to the San Fernando Valley and becomes a popular porn star in the first six months of filming pornos until she feels burnt out and starts auditioning for commercials where she stays busy to stay clean and never settles down into a serious relationship.