Jordan Star may have introduced me to this life, but I made the decision to pursue this. I didn't think that this life would also bleed over to the life of my career.

Due to Ashley Jones, Jordan, being my company's client, we had a lot of meetings where we eventually became close. Stripping may have crossed my mind, but only as a fleeting thought. My goal was to become a lawyer.

Ashley invited me to one of her training sessions. In her spare time, she taught a pole dancing class. According to her, I was a natural pole dancer, whatever that means. When I was younger, I danced ballet, tap, hip hop,and jazz. Of course I knew how to twerk and bounce my booty on the beat. Those talents aren't used in the courtroom. I should have seen through Ashley, but I was so excited to have a new friend.

As a lawyer, you should be able to see through the lies, but I wasn't able to. I began to moonlight as a stripper. My first night on the job was nerve racking. In order to better hide my identity, I wore a wig and covered my tattoos. It seemed easy so I kept coming back. No one knew who I was and it allowed me to continue working and go to school. After six months, I had saved up enough money to finish paying for school and a nest egg in the bank. I went to Ashley and told her I would no longer be stripper and tonight would be the last night. I quickly saw a new side to Ashley. She was no longer Ashley, but Jordan.

After my set, I changed clothes and went to tell her goodbye. Sweet Ashley was nowhere to be found. I realized I was talking to Jordan. Jordan showed me pictures of me stripping and said she would blackmail me if I stopped. Now you have to wonder, why in the hell would anyone want to blackmail someone for wanting to quit being a stripper?

They say money is the root of all evil and everybody has some skeletons in the closet. The question that Paige was faced with is, Do you care to share your skeletons?