I finally went back to work. I fucking killed it. I knew tonight would be good, even though I didn't hustle one damn bit. I did $20 dances all night, and no one fucking objected. I had the best close out rate in a while. It was very easy.
Apparently all the pie I ate while I wasn't working served me well. Or maybe the butt lift. Because my ass is big but getting better from the workout.
But tonight I played honest nice girl and it worked out for me. I probably could have made more if I was hustling, but I wasn't willing to play that way. I was convinced this one guy didn't want to dance and later I sat down in the seat next to him to stretch out my back and take a breath. I guess I looked endearing while out of character and he got a couple dances. Sweet. Yay for being sore and tired!
A lot of guys commented that I was the nicest girl in the club. I felt like being candy; sugar sweet and dirt cheap. And I still made a bunch of money. It feels good to make some cash. I'm glad I went in.
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.