Back to Qld

My life in Victoria was over.  Finally, partied out, Anna and I made the decision to head back to the memories of QLD.  I was well and truely over Peter, as that had all seemed like a lifetime ago.  The Coast of QLD would no longer bring back the painful memories and heartache.  Even though I would never forget what I went through, the pain associated with it all was long gone.

Anna really hurt me before we left.  She had decided that she didn’t want to leave Bendigo with me, but wanted to leave in the next suburb with her boyfriend James.  They had been together for a few months, and she wanted one last weekend with him before we left.  Once again, I was left putting our suitcases on the bus, and saying goodbye to our older sister.  When Anna got on a few kms ahead, she was crying hysterically, saying that he was planning to come up to QLD to be with her.  He never came.

Anna had her heart set on moving to the Goldcoast.  Mum had a friend who lived down there, and we headed up there one weekend from Mum’s to check the place out.  It was dirty, and there were lots of people from many different walks of life.  Even the slummiest dirtiest units were way out of our price range, even if we both had great paying jobs.  I approached a few strip clubs, but was disapointed to learn even their top girls, only earnt $1000 a week if that.  I soon realized that when I started stripping in Melbourne, it was all new and fresh, where now it was getting old, and the once pretty girls, were now getting nosejobs and boobjobs and blonde hair extensions.  Unless you were 6 foot tall, had big tits, and a face of an angel chances were you wouldn’t be making much money.

Anna and I ended up having a huge fight, when I told her that our only chance was to move back onto the Sunshine Coast.  The Goldcoast just wasn’t going to happen.  Mum backed me up.  We found a really lovely 2 bedroom unit on the coast.  It was only 300m from the beach, and we were on a top floor overlooking the Street below.  We signed the paperwork and moved in our meagre furniture.  It was then a case of us both finding a job.  Anna got a job at a music store, and I soon was lined up to meet the Manager of the Sunny Coast’s biggest stripping agency.  I was put on her books in no time, and was lined up for my first weekends work.  I mostly did nothing during the week, went to the beach, watched TV, slept in late.  Then on weekends I would do 2 jobs on a Friday, and 3 or 4 on a  Saturday night.  I was probably making around $800 a week.  It wasn’t long before Anna decided she wanted to get into the stripping game too, and when I did a big review in a nearby city, she decided to audition as she wanted to be a part of it.  She was a huge hit, and the pub who had hired us absolutely loved her.  They offered her a job as a topless barwoman in one of their massive clubs up north, and with no thought for loyalities to me (who got her the job in the first place), and having to foot the bill for our unit on my own, she packed her stuff without a backward glance and headed off up the coast. I was left completely angry and bereft, putting ads in the paper for flatmates.  It was around this time that I got a few massive stripping jobs with large all girl reviews.  One was right up to the tip of QLD, the other right over to the NT.  Both were very lucrative, and one in particular I made a lifelong friend.

When I returned from the second trip, I once again was in the rut of lazy weeks and busy weekends.  But, the stripping scene was starting to get old.  My Boss was eccentric and demanding, work was starting to die off and I was beginning to gain weight.  I ate whatever I liked and never excercised, it was only a matter of time before my taut body began to turn to cottage cheese.  Though I was still slim, and very attractive, I was just getting too fat to be a dancer anymore.  I got the ‘talk’ from my boss who told me to ‘lose weight or find another job’.  I decided on the latter.  I’d been a dancer for 3 years, enough was enough.

One night out clubbing with a few girlfriends I met my next heartbreaker boyfriend.  His name was Bryce.