Yeah, what does the woman feel about the case. That's the thing that's interesting. I think a lot of it is a sliding scale. Herself, she isn't a prostitute, if she does what keeps in her comfortable zone; the other girl, she is a prostitute, even if what she does would be considered "less" by Johns or other dancers.
Oh, and I disagree about the weekend at the Kennedy compound (to whomever demurred). Imagine the scenario. Juanita is an attractive young woman studying psychology at the University of South Florida, and she dances on weekends at Smackers, a bikini bar in north Tampa to fund extravagant shopping expeditions that most college girls could only dream of. She is the first of her family to attend college. Her dad, an immigrant from the Dominican Republic who now works as a yard service contractor, at first didn't want her to go to school at all (not a woman's place), and then, conceding that Juanity could not be put off getting the best American education that money could buy, he didn't want her to learn psychology, but rather to take something "more useful" like nursing or para-legal studies. His heavy hand has driven Juanita from the Catholic church which she was raised under. She is also the first in her family to lap-dance for anyone.
At Smackers, Juanita regularly grinds on the crotch of Denzell, a grizzled old stinky cracker who runs an air-boat tour service and drinks Michelob Light. Juanita knows that he is a great customer -- in his regular weekly visits, he can be relied on to over-tip; to buy six or eight songs' worth of dances but only expect grindage during every third song, or so; and to offer her small respectful gifts like teddy bears and rose bouquets. She is considering asking him to fund her upcoming dental work -- whitening, straightening, and a bridge over the gap in the top.
Her completely clad lappers cannot bring Denzell to completion because of his thick dungarees and her disinterest in excess closeness to his tobacco-stained t-shirt. Denzell finally summons his courage to ask what he has wanted to ask for as long as he has known that Juanita exists: he propositions her for outside-the-club activity. She is disgusted by his overture, and slaps him, and tells him that he has obviously drunk too much Mick Lite tonight and he should go sleep it off. She storms off in a huff.
Meanwhile, at a frat kegger on campus Juanita meets Brathwaite Oberon Abercrombie III, a distant relative of the Gores, the Vidals, the Forbes, and the Roosevelts. Obie invites her to Thah Vinyahd (Martha's Vinyard) for the weekend, buys her an airplane ticket to get her there, turns over to her for the day a corporate credit card from one of his family's shell accounts to allow her to pick up some nautical clothing (primarily Sperry Top-Siders) so that she can go sailing on the family yacht, and plies her with gin-and-tonics throughout Massachusetts sound. Three sheets and a roller-furling Genoa to the wind, Obie informs her that he has regularly seen her dance at Smackers and has been watching her from afar. He thinks she's beautiful, he wants her, he needs her. He can take her away from all of that. She thinks the stars are beautiful, his teeth are beautiful, his yacht is REALLY beautiful, oh why not. He might take her away from all that. She certainly wouldn't have to change her major to nursing like her dad wants, if she takes up with Obie.
She fucks Obie but not Denzell. She is paid more by Obie, in exchange products, than by Denzell. Obie's ol' John-Thomas came out and sniffed the night air, Denzell's did not. Yet in Juanita's mind, what she did with Obie (sex) is "clean" while what she did with Denzell (lap dancing) is "dirty" -- too dirty to be allowed to escalate. Good thing she took her birth-control pills along with her to the Vinyard!
To me, there's a type of "class hypocrisy" that many dancers mentally engage in. Meet a guy who isn't "a really nice guy" and extra-curricular activities seem all the more "dirty." Meet a "cool guy" who is also, somehow, not your typical strip club fare, and extra-curriculars are something that a dancer can easily rationalize away. But that's just it. It's ONLY a rationalization, not a fact.
I'd say, to contradict Juanita, that BOTH scenarios -- fucking Obie on the yacht; lappers for Denzell -- are a form of prostitution. Sexual services in exchange for material goods. And I'd say that Juanita is "deluding" herself, perhaps deliberately, perhaps even in a self-aware and fully knowledgeable manner. Maybe all women who fuck for material "security" are deluding themselves similarly. Lucky for me, I'm poor as a church mouse; I'm pretty much guaranteed that any woman who is willing to sex me, is either doing it for the price we agreed on (and yes, that would indeed be nothing short of prostitution) or is doing it out of a quest for love, not money. I don't have enough money to attract "real world" gold-diggers, not the way Obie would.