“People think I’m a sweet girl,” Natasha Dulce told me. “They say, ‘Oh, you look so innocent.’ But I’m very naughty at times. I like to get my way a lot.”
Natasha wasn’t getting her way back in 2008, and her story is the classic example of the perils of that old song, “Papas, don’t let your daughters grow up to work in McDonald’s.” Natasha was doing just that, right out of high school, when her manager called her out for not wearing her hat.
“She just told me to go home, and at that time, my car was in the shop, so my parents had to drop me off at work,” she recalled, “Well, that happened like 10 minutes after they’d dropped me off, so my mom got really mad, and then my dad ended up picking me up, and he cussed out the store manager, and then she fired me.”
Fired. For not wearing a hat. Can you believe it? A male manager never would have fired Natasha. He wouldn’t have even noticed her hat. Would’ve been too busy looking down her uniform top at those sweet naturals.
Anyway, suddenly out of work, Natasha started looking for a job. She was living in the Tampa area, a hotbed for lap-dance clubs that are dying to give girls like Natasha the opportunity to earn an honest night’s pay.
