therealprettyboygirl

Sloppy Firsts

CW: Sexual Assault

(“Sloppy Firsts” is a reference to the name of the first book in a teen lit series I loved as a kid)

I began my foray into sex work by failing miserably. I was in my early twenties attending an art school in Baltimore that my family could hardly afford or justify affording. I was living modestly and committing petty theft to make up for the difference between what I could afford and what I wanted. I bought into the internship industrial complex an...

If It Can Be Fixed With Money, It’s Not A Problem

I’ve started seeing Gemini Ketamine Man, Charlie, every week. For him, it’s the one selfish treat he allows himself. Not that he’s exactly living a life of ascetic self-denial-- he is the man who lives on a hill in a mid century modern relic with floor-to-ceiling windows that look out to the ocean in a neighborhood a mere five minutes away from the beach. But he takes on the role of caretaker and has trouble receiving care without feeling obligated to reciprocate. For me, he is one of t...

Top Secret FKA Article Preview (plz don’t leak it)

The night FKA Twigs rented out Cheetahs in Hollywood for the Magdelena album release party was the last night the workforce at Cheetahs was able to work. The party was a covert celebration of the management changeover that had been in the works for months. When celebrities shut down these clubs for events, even when the dancers are permitted to dance they are typically receiving a significant pay cut. The events limit the number of customers permitted within the club and often restrict what s...

Cuck: Pt 2

“Jesus fucking christ, Jade.” Iz finally mustered.

Jade barked out a laugh. She was giddy, riding a high of her own, the divine high of attunement. She had felt as if she had merged with Iz.

“Not bad for a first go.” Jade replied, downplaying her euphoria.

She poured herself a glass of white wine and sat beside Iz. She stroked Iz’s leg tenderly, drawing circles with her fingertips.

“God, I’m so gross right now. ...

Nudes Because I’m Taking A Short Break

Hi friends!

Thank you so much for supporting me, especially through covid. I know it hasn’t been easy for anyone. I have more stories coming including details on my tantra therapy, new erotica, and additional escorting vignettes, but this weekend I’m taking a break for my health and sanity.

Today I put out the 52 episode of Heaux in the Kneaux, which is a huge milestone for everyone who makes it happen. Thank you Ari, Cori, Clover and Adrian for making everything work, and fo...

GFE Group Hug

Lately I feel like I have to shake out the cobwebs before I can even fathom writing. I’ve been pressing on through mental burnout. There’s no rest for the wicked, and I’m a succubus, so I suppose that includes me. It feels like Danny was here a month ago, but it’s only been a week since our final Wednesday together. In between that time and now I’ve done two more outcalls and my weekly session with Lily. I needed to take a break from drinking, as much as I enjoy the social lubricati...

Meet Me At The London: Danny Returns

It had been so long since I’d seen Danny. What had once been a monthly occurrence, abruptly stopped. In previous entries I’d mentioned that Danny had caught and recovered from covid-19. In the interim America opened up enough that he could travel to LA for business again. He’d been holed up in New York since the start of quarantine, which was the longest period I’d ever witnessed Danny remain fixed in one location. On Saturday I’d texted him out of the blue, just to check and see ho...

Pellet Guns and Protesters

I hadn’t seen Charlie, aka Gemini Ketamine Guy, since February, around the time I went to Brazil. We’d played phone tag for months. He’s an impulse shopper, which often means he’ll hit me up for a session late into the evening, sometimes at eleven or midnight. If you know me, then you know that I won’t leave my house for any reason after a certain hour unless we’ve scheduled ahead of time. I need time to prepare myself, mentally and bodily. I won’t feel confident if I’ve scarf...

And Still I Persist

It has taken a momentous amount of effort to open my laptop to even begin this entry. I’m utterly exhausted. I’ve gone to a few of the demonstrations. I don’t have the energy to attend protests every day, and after having marched for weeks years ago during the Baltimore Uprising observing no notable changes in the end, no substantial policing or criminal justice reform in the aftermath, I am a pessimistic as to whether or not marching is the way we affect systemic reform in 2020. As it ...

Cuck: Part 2

The beautiful thing about Rodney was that he would give them space, and happily. Jade was sure of that. She had called the car before they’d even left the dining room. There was nothing she hated more than waiting when it was unnecessary.

It hadn’t taken much convincing to get Iz to come back home with her. She knew as soon as she saw Iz that she was the one. It wasn’t so much what she was wearing, as compelling as her colorful outfit was. It was her scowl. ...

Cuck; Part 1

Rodney frowned from behind an expense report. He wasn’t irritated by the numbers. It was a standard weekly review… No. The problem was Peter. Something was different about him. Rodney watched Peter present the week’s schedule with his typical vigor. That wasn’t different. The ship was sailing smoothly, and yet something had changed.

Things were running too smoothly, Rodney realized, baffled. But why? Rodney puckered his lips, pensively.

“And I thin...

The Last Jar Of Apricot Jam

I don’t know how my sessions with Lily continue to whip me into a mess of anxiety. It’s my persistent desire for perfection, or at least to provide an experience that’s fulfilling beyond the physical level. V taught me that it’s useful to approach clients like this with your own personal goals in mind. In the instance of Lily, my goals are: 1. Create a respectful environment in which she trusts me to explore her own erotic imagination, and 2. Cultivate a vocabulary in which she is abl...

Diosa: pt 2 of 2

“I know what you want.” She said slyly.

“You do.”

Vitor stood facing her. He caressed her thighs. He kissed from her toes, up the backs of her knees. He licked her cheeks, biting her gently. He worshiped every inch of her she would allow him to touch. He reached forward, cupping her breasts as he pressed himself against her exposed flesh. He kissed between her shoulder blades. He inhaled the scent of her floral musk.

“Tell me how b...

Diosa Pt 1

Vitor smiled painfully. A vein over his right eye pulsed, betraying his irritation.

“When in doubt, restart!” Vitor recited rote, folding his glasses into his shirt pocket.

It was the third time that day that he had been called to solve a problem that boiled down to stupidity. But that was the nature of the occupation, and he was getting paid enough that he could suffer through several of these every day. If they wanted to waste their money, overpaying hi...

Iz Fucks Her Way To The Top: Ep 1 Pt. 2

Peter pulled out his phone. The light from the screen cut through the darkness of the club, blinding him for a moment. He began trying to type his address, but the K made him clumsy. Iz snatched the phone from his hands.

“Tell me the address.” Iz demanded.

Peter rattled off the address and Iz called the car.

“I should have expected you to live somewhere posh.” Iz smirked at Peter.

“What, is it that bad?” Peter looked at her concerned.

“I’ll just ...

Iz Fucks Her Way To The Top: Episode 1; Part 1

CW: drugs

Iz felt like something was happening, but she wasn’t sure exactly if it was a fleeting sensation or if what she felt was what was happening. Iz had been interning for a little publishing company run by two former sharks of the elite gallery world. Of course, two men, but they weren’t completely terrible. They were paying her more than minimum wage and seemed to be grooming her for a full-time position editing. It wasn’t ideal, but Iz was satisfied for the mome...

Pt. 2: Cassandra’s Care

I was puttering around in my studio preparing for my call with Lily. I’d pinned up a backdrop and laid out my Thai mats so that I could stretch out during our session. Lily and I were going to talk around 10 p.m., after she finished her weekly quarantine movie night with her judo students. Lily is a blackbelt judo instructor. She’s been practicing for several decades at this point. Many of her students are Millennials or Zoomers and never grew up watching kung fu flicks, so the pandemic h...

For Her Pleasure: Pt. 1

I’d been more than a little upended whenever Clover left for New York to pursue a new life with their long time crush, recently turned partner, but I knew it wasn’t a moment to be selfish. Love is rare and precious. Still, it left me handling the podcast alone, which was never what I wanted. I’d been considering a number of possible replacement co hosts. My first choice skipped town as soon as I summoned the nerve to ask her if she might consider the job. It’s a difficult time to ask ...

Now Eat Your Cum

I don’t have any desire to get back into camming, and yet the future of in-person sex work is currently in question. I don’t typically bother myself with internet minions thirsting after me, only able to pay $100 or $200 for my time, even if they’re not asking for anything more than digital contact. I think of this Gucci/Young Dolph bop I used to dance to back when I was working at Deja Vu: “Stunting Ain’t Nuthin’”. Stunting ain’t nothing to me. Pimping ain’t nothing to me. ...

Barely Legal Covid-19

It was unprecedented. Saturday was my last shift for the rest of this month because my club and every other club in California shut down to combat the spread of the Coronavirus. I felt as if I was cycling through the stages of grief.

First denial. Tuesday I thought everyone was overreacting. I couldn’t imagine what seemed to be no worse than any other garden variety flu, could put a sudden and encompassing halt to everything from NYC to LA. First Coachella was cancelled. I hadn’t th...

That’s What Mama’s Do

I’d never experienced a proper den mom until working at my club in Hawthorn. At Deja Vu, there had been a few older seamstresses who specialized in making dancer costumes who would set up in the dressing room with a rack of bikinis we could buy for a markup. These women were quiet and not especially friendly to the strippers. It was always some under the table kickback deal they’d made with a manager or bouncer to set up shop and solicit without getting thrown out. Mama turned all of that...

Dirty Stripping

There’s something absent in my writing that you all may or may not have noticed. I almost never go into detail about the sex involved in my sex work. It’s not because I’m a “clean” stripper, because that’s not at all the case. I’m a “dirty stripper”. I’ve fucked customers when I felt inspired or wanted the money; given a few hand jobs to penises I’ve liked; gotten eaten out and fingerbanged by plenty of people because it’s my kink; however I haven’t discussed it for ...

Casual Details: More Baby Stripper Stories

***Special editing thanks to Ari, who has dedicated themself to helping make my book a reality. They helped me so much with this story and others, and I could not be more grateful.***

I placed an order for a red fishnet body stocking to wear over my sea foam blue bra and thong set. My first night had been a revelation. I knew what strippers wore theoretically, but when it came time to dress myself, I realized I didn’t know jack. What was my stripper aesthetic? Was I a lacy high femme ...

Baby Stripper Stories: Night 1 Continued

I hadn’t realized stripping came with so much body odor, but my vulva was notably fragrant today. I don’t know why I hadn’t considered it part of the equation up until this point, but there I was after a few stage sets, not sure what to do about the situation. I wished I could separate my body from the equation, cover myself in glitter and perfume so that I’m foreign even to myself, but the reality is men want to smell my pussy. Customers know what’s involved and consent to all of t...

Baby’s First Lap Dance Ever: First Night Stripping Pt. 1

*** hey I’m on vacation so slightly shorter stories this week and next week ***

I told my parents before I was officially hired as a stripper because I wanted to hurt them. It was a brash decision, so in return they made a brash decision to cut me out of their phone plan. I only realized they had done it after trying to order dinner during a doldrum at the club. It wasn’t the first time they had cut my line. When I was growing up, my parents were constantly finding privileges to rev...

Sloppy Beginnings

People always ask me how to figure out what kind of sex work is right for them, and I tell them, “You won’t know until you know.” I haven’t made a flowchart or anything, but maybe I should. Maybe a questionnaire would be better. Do you relate to people better in person or online? How do you feel about sexual pictures and videos of yourself living online forever? Would you like to make work that has the potential to be profitable in the future without any immediate guarantee of return,...

Part 3: The Happily Forever After Ending

I approached my second “happy ending” experience simultaneously a bit more diligently researched while also a bit less physically prepared. I’d stayed up all night prior on a shroom trip with my dearest friends. It was beautiful, but I was certain I’d gotten less than three hours of sleep, and of those three hours, I didn’t feel as though my body had enjoyed any proper REM cycles. At best, I’d taken a shallow drug nap. Stepping back slightly further, the night prior to the shroom ...

Part 2: Decompressing with Danny

Danny ubered me to the Empire Hotel and I met him in the bar downstairs. I was a little frazzled, still slightly buzzed from the single glass of wine I’d downed at Rick’s. I didn’t particularly want to drink, but I did feel obliged to as I twiddled my thumbs waiting for Danny to make his way down from the room. It was the first time we were meeting on his turf. I’m an indulgence he reserves for his LA trips. When he’s in NYC he belongs to his primary partner. I’ve always appreciat...

Part 1: Rick Mass-ive Waste of Time

CW: a very uncomfortable situation some might consider to be assault, in spite of the author’s own feelings.

I didn’t realize how difficult it would be finding sex work as a woman. I’m not straight, but for my encounter, I was looking for a male masseuse/body worker to give me a happy ending massage. It’s been one of my fantasies for a little while now. I go in and out of phases of getting off to massage room porn. There’s something simultaneously cathartic and arousing about ...

How I Met My Mother’s Exes

I’m on a trip to NYC, recording a bunch of podcast episodes. Here’s another one from the vault.

My sophomore year of college I visited New York City for the first time since infancy. I call my mother, Gloria, to tell her. Gloria is from New York City. She is the daughter of first generation Nuyoricans. My mother’s mother would call my grandfather “negro” and my mother would call my father “negro” because it’s a pet name not a slur in Latin America.

I went up to Ne...