Dreamer
My name is Sanouk Boonya. I am a first generation Thai American. To be more precise, I am what is known as a Dreamer (or DACA eligible). My parents brought me here from Thailand when I was just two years old. Little did I know that both of their work visas expired when I was seven. My father was an accountant and my mother was a nurse. We lived in a modest house in White Plains, New York.
I had a very happy childhood. I was an only child and was spoiled as much as our income would allow. I had no idea we were what was known as 'illegal aliens'. Although a little bit shy, I was somewhat popular. I was a good student growing up and was involved in cheerleading and student government. I was pretty and many boys wanted to date me. But my parents forbade me from dating until I was eighteen. That didn't matter to me, my only interest was in becoming a professional dancer.
When I turned eighteen, I got a partial scholarship and enrolled in the dance program at Columbia University. I applied for and was granted a student loan to make up the difference between the total cost and the scholarship. My parents co-signed the loan.
In my sophomore year, I went to an open audition for the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall. I was told I danced superbly and was extremely pretty. But I wasn't tall enough. You had to be 5'6" and I was only 5"3". I was crestfallen. The interviewer gave me a card for another dance company he said was always looking for pretty girls. I put it in my purse and forgot all about it.
That wasn't the worse thing that happened that year. In the summer, ICE agents showed up at our house and deported my mother and father. I was allowed to stay as a DACA candidate. But the bank foreclosed on our house, and I was evicted. No house, $40,000 in student loan debt and no visible means of support. I slept in unlocked parked cars, alleys and under bridges for a while, scrounging food out of restaurant dumpsters and shoplifting when I thought I could get away with it.
One day I was going through my purse looking for money. I had two dollars and seventy-six cents. In the bottom of the purse, I found the dance agent's card. 'Isaiah Ellington - Professional Dance Agent'. I figured maybe he could get me a job, so I went to his office the next day. It was in the Greenwich Village section of Manhattan. I found the building and trudged up three flights of stairs. There were rat droppings on the steps.
I opened the door into a one room office which was a shambles. Papers, pizza boxes, Styrofoam coffee cups and some articles of clothing were strewn about. Behind a desk was a guy with a big paunch and thinning silver hair and a scraggly white beard. He was wearing a soiled T-shirt with holes in it and smoking a cheap cigar. He looked at me and said, "Ya got a pointment?"
I said no. It never had occurred to me to make an appointment.
"Well, you're pretty enough. Come in and close da door. Sit down on dat couch." The couch was covered with half empty food containers. "Just trow dem on da floor. C'mon girl, I haven got all day."
I did what I was told and sat down. I told him I was a dancer looking for a job. He asked me how old I was and I said "Twenty." Then he asked my name and I said "Sanouk Boonya." He laughed at that and said, "What the fuck kinda name is dat? From now on, you Nookie Boon."
"You a chink?"
"No, I am Thai."
"Well, don matter. Ya all look alike anyways."
He asked a few more questions and finally asked, "You know how to dance da pole?" I said no but that I could learn. Then he asked me if I could do lap dancing. I lied and said yes. He said, "Okay Nookie, come over here and show me what ya got." I got up and walked over. The closer I got, the fouler he smelled. I guess I was supposed to sit on his lap. He told me to wait a second and pulled his flaccid man thing out of his pants. Then he told me to sit down. I did and began grinding my buttocks into him. Soon, his penis was rigid, and he was panting. He grunted and I could feel wetness through the bottom of my skirt.
He pawed at my breasts and said, "Not bad bitch. Lemme make a phone call."
I went back to the couch. I knew there was a stain on the back of my dress. I overhead only one side of the conservation. "I got ya a chink. Young un... Nice ass. Maybe a little small on top...Pretty face...Name's Nookie, can ya believe dat?...I think dey'll like her...Doesn't know much but she give a passable lap...I think she can learn... Okay, she'll be dere tomorrow."
He scribbled an address on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Be dere at ten tomorrow mornin. Ya got any sexy lingerie? No mater, dey fix ya up."
I took the paper and stood up and thanked him. His last words to me were, "Get a shower before ya go dere. Ya stink. And remember Isaiah when ya becomes a star. Now get yer chinky ass outta here."
I left and wondered why people were staring at my ass more than usual.
That night I went to Macy's to get some new clothes. I collected some sexy underwear, a short skirt and a lacy white blouse. I took them to the dressing room and changed. After making sure there were no security devices hidden in the clothes, I left the clothes I had worn into the store in the cubicle and nonchalantly walked out of the store. I used my last two dollars at the YWCA and took a shower.
I arrived at the club a few minutes before ten the next morning. It was called 'Delites Gentleman Club' and had no windows. There was a bright neon sign of a woman in silhouette on her hands and knees. Every few minutes, the sign would flash and the woman would arch her back and push her ass up in the air as her head went to the floor. The door handles were in the shape of a woman's breasts.
I walked in and looked around. The place was spotless. It was early but there were half a dozen scantily clad girls gyrating on a stage. Maybe about ten or so customers sitting around. They all looked at me. One of the guys poked his buddy and said something in Spanish and they both laughed. His buddy winked at me.
A large muscled guy clad only in tight fitting shorts introduced himself as Julio and led me to a back room. Again, I was impressed by how clean the place was. A very handsome man with slicked back black hair was sitting on a couch reading the newspaper.
"You must be Nookie Boon. I am Alejandro and I am the manager here. Julio, please send Heather in here. And get Nookie a cup of coffee."
A few minutes later, a beautiful blond girl wearing only a thong panty came back with Julio. She had little barbels through her pierced nipples. When she opened her mouth to say hello, I saw she had a pierced tongue with a golden stud in it.
After Julio gave me the coffee, Alejandro patted the couch next to him and I sat down. He placed his hand on my thigh. I quivered a little.
"No need to be afraid Nookie. I meet all the new girls. Just to go over the rules. Relax and pay attention. Please stand up."
I stood up and he had me do a few twirls. I was told to bend at the waste and pull the hem of my skirt up and show them my ass. "Very nice Nookie. You'll be very popular. Now take your clothes off."
I hesitated. "Girl, you do know this is a strip club, right? Now get those clothes off."
