Saturday was surprisingly slow. I sat down on the couch with Veronica, a tall curvy white girl with a shaved head. Outside of the club Veronica goes by they/them pronouns. In the club she had on eight inch sparkly gold stripper heels and a tiny gold g-string bikini. Sonya sat beside us, then Milan, Cece, and Lily. We were a mirage of strippers lounging around looking bored and beautiful. Bishop started my set with three of my favorite songs. One Kanye, one Beyonce, and a Rihanna. Nothing happ...
2019-01-09 23:31:05 +0000 UTC
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Early one Sunday afternoon I decided to come in for work. Usually I’m a nighttime gal, but I thought my luck might carry if I started early for a change. The club was empty aside from three men. One man was already conversing with another dancer, another looked like a migrant worker, the last one was a bookish looking older white man with a bald head, mustache, and glasses, wearing a blue and white plaid shirt over a small potbelly. I chose the old white man *surprise surprise*.
Me: H...
2019-01-09 00:57:25 +0000 UTC
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There’s a few dancers who are such baddies it’s intimidating. One girl looks like she descended from a 1980’s Victoria Secret runway show. She’s tall, with an exaggerated hourglass figure, a perfectly defined muscular bottom, and huge new boobs. She has chiseled features like someone selected her from a Marvel comic book, and she has a penchant for over the top lingerie. When she’s working, we all request not to dance after her on stage, because it’s hard to feel hot wh...
2019-01-08 00:29:46 +0000 UTC
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