Nov
11
Mornings at 40Something start with a treat for the editor. The phone rings. The studio manager is on the line. She says, "Do ya wanna come in and see the new 40something we're shooting?" The answer is always "Yes!" Then the studio manager has the new woman present me her bod: front, side and rear. very simple. And lots of fun. But it was more fun with Persia. Because when she was asked to present me her mammaries, she squeezed them together and stuffed them in my face. When she was asked to present me her butt, she bent over, spread her legs and butt cheeks. I was already finding out that Persia is different.
40Something: Hi, Persia, and welcome to 40Something. ya really are Persian, aren't ya?
Persia: I am.
40Something: On both sides of your family?
Persia: No. My mother is from Oklahoma, and I was born in Oklahoma. My father was born in Iran and came over to the United States when he was 16. I grew up in Memphis, Tennessee, and I live in South Florida. Palm Beach, actually.
40Something: Do ya dance?
Persia: Yes. I've been dancing since I was seven years old. I didn't start stripping until I was 34.
40Something: And ya're 50 now.
Persia: Yes.
40Something: Which is hard to believe. We've had a run of 50somethings who didn't look their age. Gia Giancarlo was our covergirl in the January issue, she is 52 and she doesn't look a day over 40. Our headline was, "Can ya believe it? Gia is 52!" peeps probably can not believe that ya are 50.
Persia: No. peeps say, "50? Really? No way! ya're only 33, ya're only 42." Whatever. I think vixens should be perpetually 28.
40Something: So, going back in time, at 34, ya decided to become a stripper. Do ya remember the first time ya were on stage?
Persia: Oh, yeah! I loved it because it was natural for me, and I loove being on stage.
40Something: Topless? Bottomless?
Persia: Well, there was lap dancing, which shocked me. I didn't realize I was going to have to do that. I thought it was just going to be a naked bar, and then they said, "Oh, by the way, ya have to put latex on your nips and do lap dancing." But I was like a duck to water. No problem. I loved it. And I loove to put the heat on. I loove to be touched and stroked. And dancing in the clubs helped me learn a ton about chemistry with peeps. It doesn't matter what somebody looks like. It's all in their hands. A really great-looking dude could come into the club, and I'd dance for him, but he'd do nothing for me, but then some plump bald dude would make my eyes roll back in my head. Go figure!
40Something: Orgasms while giving lap dances? ya've had them?
Persia: Oh, yeah! I had a dude, the DJ turned me onto him. He said, "I think that dude's got a ton of dough. Go give him a dance." The dude looked like a paranoid schizophrenic, but he loved large tits. So I took the DJ's advice and started dancing for him, and this dude gave me an orgasm that I couldn't believe. I came so loud, I terrified the hell out of him, and he ran out of the bar. I guess he couldn't handle it, and every time he saw me after that, he'd run out of the bar.
40Something: Really? ya'd think he'd come back for more.
Persia: ya'd think he would, and he eventually did. But this didn't just happen one time, me cumming so hard. I danced for him many, many times after we got used to each other. But it blew him out of the water.
