About the Author
After seven years in the topless trade, Lacey Lane permanently retired her g-string. Now she divides her time between the serenity of Scottsdale and the insanity of Los Angeles.
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"I started moving slowly, trying to work my way into the core of the beat. Soon, I forgot I was perched atop a bar and thought only of the music's rhythm, freeing my body to move in synch with the beat. I peeled my bottom wrap off seductively and hardly heard the whistles and catcalls that followed. Ditto for my top; I was now just a skimpy T-back away from full nudity, and the best part about it was that I was becoming more at ease with the situation. Or maybe I was an exhibitionist at heart. Or I was so goddam petrified that nothing mattered. Whatever the case, inside, I was celebrating. I truly felt liberated."