I took most of last week off. I was feeling a little burnt out, but not done. I stayed in and worked on my thesis. I’m heading out to the club tonight, and Thursday.
I have been doing a lot of thinking about how come I’m hanging out in a strip club. I have been wondering what I’m really getting out of this experience of dancing. It’s not just for the stories, though they are good. Really juicy.
After some thinking about the situation I have settled on the fact that I’m lonely. I don’t have a lot of opportunity to be my sexy fabulous self out here. I haven’t done stand up in way too long, I have no friends on this coast, I’m lonely, I’m horny, and I love being a flirtatious femme.
I like people in small doses, I like drinking, and dancing and being sexy. Oh I do so love to flaunt what I have. The problem is that I can’t and don’t want to go out to a bar where I’m not supposed to act like a slut, like the sort of woman who comes by in her panties and says that for $20 I’ll sit on your lap for a song, I’ll squirm around, I’ll see if I can make you squirt. I want to take your money and see how nasty I can be. I want to rub my body on yours, I want to whisper dirty things in your ear, I want this sort of encounter.
This sort of behavior is not acceptable in ordinary bars. I am expected to be there for the sheer joy I get out of drinking with a bunch of strangers. I’m not a nice girl and I don’t want to hang out with men who are not paying me. I like to sit and flirt and make small talk and move things towards the sexy encounter faster than any respectable woman would. I get thrown out of most bars that I go into.
I meet you and for an exchange of cash I want to head to the bathroom and piss on you, I want to go into the dark recesses of the strip club and let you, a relative stranger, feel me up. I am that kind of woman. I am tramp, a whore, a slut, a skank. I am that kind of woman. I am horny, I like sex work, and there is something utterly dirty about being so cheap and easy about it. It makes me wet.
So yea, I like the strip club. I like dancing, I like the opportunity it gives me to turn off my brain, have a little fun, dance drink, hand around in shoes that are way to tall to be practical. I really like the sex industry, I’m digging this stripping gig a lot more than I thought I would.
I’m staying in New England until the end of the school year. It would be very nice if more of my fans, my readers, my ass admirers came out to see me strut my stuff. This dancing gig really turns me on.
And if you come in when it is slow you might even get to see me tango with the stripper pole.
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