40Something April 2007: Fifty Pix of Sugar
“I was a Vegas dancer when I met my spouse,” 45-year-old Sugar tells us. “I at not time truly planned on getting married. I was relishing the single life way also much. I came to Vegas when I was just 18 from a slight town in Nebraska. I suppose you could say I had something of a reputation back home, but I was always destined to acquire without that backwater. I got a job exotic dancing right away, and I loved the attention I got from all the men. Each night, they would send bottles of champagne and roses backstage for me, and they’d wait outdoors, practically begging to take me out to dinner. Almost any nights, I would say yep. You know how much energy you’ve when you’re that juvenile. I could stay out all night partying, then work three flaunts tomorrow out of blinking an eye.” But pleasing Sugar had a secret. “Even though I had a reputation for being fast back home, I was a virgin when I got to Las Vegas. To tell the truth, I was a little scared of sex. I mean, I made out with men, and I would been felt up, but every time I felt a bulge in their trousers, I would panic. My ex-husband was one of these bucks who waited outside the stage door for me, and when this chab found out I was a virgin, this chab indeed began chasing me hard. This chab wanted my cherry, and he wanted it real bad. I’ll not ever forget the night this chab finally got it.”
