A Shitlady Stripping PART 1 I am a night shifter. This means that I am attractive, skilled, and fit enough to work at night, all the way until 4 am. I have a close friend/co-worker and I am slowly turning her into a Shitlady as well. We both weigh between 110 and 115 but even strippers can feel icky sometimes. She and I came to work early, about 6. This when most day shifters (old and fat) are wrapping their day up. We went onto the patio because there was nothing going on inside. We sat down with a man just to shoot the shit and then his 'lady' for the day came outside. 54 F tits and an XL stripper dress. My friend and I made sideways eye contact and looked back and her and smiled. >We continued with the conversation and my friend leaned back in her seat and stuck her tongue out. "I feel so bloated and fat right now BLAHHHH" I nodded and said "Yeah, I had an entire candy bar before I came to work. I feel so guilty and sickkkkkk." >After our little back and forth about how crappy we felt, the other dancer interrupted our conversation with "Could you two fucking not? I don't want to hear ya'll bitch about being fat again. Fuck you." >HEY, WHOA, let us throw ourselves a shitty pitty party for cheating on our diets a bit. Just because you are forced to work day shift because of your doughy body doesn't mean you can go all cobra strike on us.