Not my night. Nothing but a bunch of fucking douche bag frat boys. It was a nightmare. Just a bunch of stingy, unappreciative bastards. I would've kicked them all in the face with my new, shiny shoes if I could. My feet hurt so bad. :(
Since there were only young boys at the club, I had to dance in front of someone on stage. When I got in front of this one group, some guy was having too much fun trying all the girls, testing to see what we will do for free. Ugh, I am not putting ANY extra effort in my dancing for one dollar. It's gonna take a little more than that to get me excited. Some guy wanted an "appetizer."
FUCK OFF!
He later asked me to take off my glasses for him.
"No," I declined.
He was shocked that I wouldn't play his stupid game.
God. I should just get some panties with "MONEY TALKS" on the back.
I'm hormonal.
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.