The cool thing about working overnight is dealing with daylight savings time. For me, that meant more time to make money, which I did.
The customers were much nicer to me tonight. I made more money, too. Amazing.
I'm so fucking pooped. That extra hour made the night so much longer.
Oh, there is a contest for America's Top Stripper. That's not me. I don't know all the stage shenanigans, I can't do the splits, I suck at hustling and I hate losing. I might have a great booty, but I'm not about to pussy-pop doing a headstand like Chocolate Dream. She should be America's Top Stripper. She makes all the boys in the club go, "Damn!!"
I hope someone from my club gets it. We got hot bitches, just how motivated are they? The prize is $5,000. That's a good chunk of money. I sure could use it. But I'm guessing second place gets nothing, which blows, hardly makes the contest worth doing. It's funny because there is a sign-up sheet in the dressing room and no one has touched it. And it's been there for a week, now.
My best customer tonight was a Gemini. I don't know what it is about Geminis but they fucking love me. And I love them, too!
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- 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.