Nights like last night make me think I must be in the wrong business. God. It was high supply. Every girl came to work with an impossible, lofty goal and no guy came to pay for our company, just wanted to see us naked for free.
I deserve better than this!
I was so disappointed once I noticed every guy had no money. I started looking at them like they were all fucking douchebags because that is what they were to me, nothing more. Sorry if he has a nice personality, but he paid the cover to do the same thing that whoremonger standing next to him was doing: see the naked ladies. I'm just a naked lady to them, nothing more, even though I am a person with feelings, just like him. But I'm at work. Feelings go aside because it's all about MONEY.
Money over people, that's how it is at the club.
I fucking hate money. And yeah I am saying that because I didn't make any last night.
So fuck money.
About Me
- Bella Hack
- Somewhere in the south, United States
- Actively posting since 2010. At this point, I've been dancing for a few years now, and now you can see the transformation and evolution of a girl who picks dancing to pay the bills. It started with the crazy bullshit that seemed out of the ordinary until it became ordinary, now my primary focus is stripping "smarter" and finding a way to replace the income with a "real" job, and to answer any questions to those wanting to know more about the world of stripping.