Hey cyber dudes n dudet's let me introduce myself, my name is..... oh wait I can't tell you. Sorry bout the cloak n dagger stuff but to tell the whole truth n nothing but the truth I need to protect my identity. I've been working in the adult industry for the past 4 years. I started as a stripper, now I do erotic massages (think topless with a hand job at the end) , private stripteases, and I'm working on opening my own paid porn site. When I first started dancing I was working in corporate America with a 12,ooo$ a month job that I worked my ass off for. Nobody knew about my secret nighttime job. In the 4 years that have passed I have evolved so much, grown up and now I don't feel the need to hide what I do. However, even though everybody knows what profession I'm in, sometimes I still feel the need to rant, and ramble. So I decided to start this blog. Get it all off my chest. I've always grown most as a person by writing, that's when I really hear the thoughts that are in my head, when I read what I've written.
As my number of post grows you'll get all the dirt, 100 percent uncensored!! From what really happens in the strip clubs, to the whole story of how i got some very bad people on my bad side, even funny story's about clients. Everything I've seen an done in the past four years. (even the stuff I'm really ashamed of) So what started this need to unload? I guess it was the proverbial straw that broke this camels back.
Read on.....
(earlier today)
So I'm staying at a certain very nice hotel in a certain city, and a client has just left. That means that A. there's no blanket on the bed B. I'm in lingerie . Suddenly I hear a knock on the door. I look through the peep hole and the little worm manager is outside, great!! So I yell "hold on" and quickly take off my nightie and grab a towel, I open the door and ask what he wants and he says can he check something in my room. Fuck. So I'm thinking to myself , OK He's seen the clients coming in I'm about to get kicked out, perfect. So I tell the guy it's a bad time but he insists, so I tell him let me get dressed and hold on.
I let him in and he looks around and looks at me and asks if I like the room, to which I answer, "it's fine" quickly followed by "are you done?" So he gives me one of those looks and says "would you like me to move you to a room on the second floor? Would that make things a little easier for you? At this point in my head I'm like what the fuck is going on here?? But I try to keep my cool and so I just say "why would that make anything easier for me!?" He keeps it up with the pointed insinuations and is really insisting that I go with him to take a look at a bigger room, so I'm like yeah OK sure lets go look.
We get to the bigger room and he sits down and asks me "so what are you doing here?" Now at this point I'm like well win all or get fucked, so I look him straight in the eye and I said "I do erotic massages" he just smiled with his little smug pig face, and he starts telling me how cops come here with pictures and ask the managers if the girls in the pictures are at their hotel's and that a few months ago 3 girls got arrested in another hotel he manages (ooh did I forget he's the REGIONAL manager) of course . So I get pissed and inform him that I'm not an escort, I offer massage only and that I can't get arrested for that and if he has a problem just say it, don't sugar coat it. Now this seems to upset him, and his little pig nose starts flaring with indignation, while he's protesting that he's cool and doesn't want to get me in trouble he's only trying to "help" and give me a free upgrade. Suddenly it hits me (think energy saving light bulb going off over my head) this fucker wants free services. So I swallow my pride , and ask him if he'd like a massage? He practically jumps up and with a stupid shit eating grin on his face goes" ah shucks could you?" yes he actually used the phrase ah schucks.
Now here's where we take a little break from my story to talk about how all this made me feel. Don't I just sound like a shrink now , wow. The reason I like what I do, besides flexible hours and gobs of money is because I'm in control of what I do. Everybody thinks sex industry= men taking advantage of woman. Au contrair my friends, at least in my case that is. It's I who control everything I do, and I'm very good at it!! Now don't get me wrong there's allot of "victims" in this industry and I hate that but it's a truth. However, I happen to be a rarity, a industry worker with brains, and morals. So anyway even though it costs me business I do not kiss my clients asses. I don't blow sunshine up their tight little ass holes , or pretend to like them if they're idiots. Nope. I play them, each and every one. I am nice, but with a strong hint of bad girl, I use my eyes, my giggle, my body and I keep them in line giving as little as possible, and taking as much as possible. I NEVER give extras I sometimes stay in full costume not even getting topless and somehow they leave thinking that they just had a great session. Why? Because I'm hot, and real, and probably smarter than 75% of my clients. I don't mean book smarter, I mean life smarter. I read my clients, and play them accordingly. Like this...
"Bob" walks in the door in preppy golf clothes with wingtips and a Rolex, going bald, pot belly, southern accent. I tell him to undress and ask him how his day was? He tells me hard, he had to fire somebody at work (his way of telling me he has power at work) and his wife's sister is visiting (be discreet no marks he's married) I ask about the sister, ignoring the work part. Getting him talking about his family keeps his mind away from anything sexy , makes him and I buddies and later it'll be harder for him to objectify me. I tell Bob he is very tight and something must be bothering him (SOMETHING is almost always bothering everybody) so I look him in the eye, and tell him he doesn't know me, he can unload and feel better and I'm a stranger so his secrets are safe with me!! Now bob starts talking, and I use every word to my advantage, but I don't feel guilty because Bob leaves feeling great and happy. Seriously refreshed, and without any groping of me or "extras" . It's like I'm retraining these guys from all the dumb girls out there who think they have to do nasty shit to get repeat clients. If more girls realised they set the rules not the other way around it would be easier for all of us. So, because I'm used to being in control of my sessions, and telling anybody I dislike or who is rude to piss off and die, being in a situation where I had to kiss up really threw me off. Got me thinking about all sorts of stuff from the past. I have so much to say, I wish I could get it all out here in moment's but I know it'll take months to tell you everything. I guess that's good though, because I'm forcing myself to remember all this shit and that's the only way I'll really learn and grow from these experiences. After all whats the point of having experiences if I don't grow from them? right?
So to make a long story short, the pig man manager got his free massage and I tried my best to get it through his head that I'm a dancer and a masseuse not an escort. But I could see in his beady little eyes what he thought of me, bastard. So I memorised his body, Two beauty marks on his left ass cheek, scar/mark on his lower back in a blob shape, 4inch dick, nasty bush of light colored hair. (guy's if your debating to trim or not to trim....TRIM) and in my head I'm thinking how nice it would be to scratch his back and leave nice pink marks for his little wifey, but I played nice. Then after his hand job he's getting dressed , talking to me like I'm his new best friend. Why do guys think if you jerk their worms you like them? Hello asshole your fucking blackmailing me , piece of shit, just cause I'm smiling and you came doesn't mean I like you!!!!! So he's telling me how I can call him whenever I'm in town, and he'll give me a great discount, and of course look the other way to the steady stream of in and out massage clients. So I smiled, walked him to the door, and then screamed in a pillow for what seemed like hours. I don't want to believe theres no guy out there that I can't trust, but every day I meet more men, of every profession, religion, persuasion. Every day I get a Little more disappointed in the human species. At the core of everything is sex money and power, and every human is corrupt, you just have to lok deep enough and find out how.
Cop's who used to keep me informed , rabbi's that came for massages so they could clear their minds to wright a sermon (hypocritical...ya think?) and everything in between. Or how about the psychiatrist who had me in his office fucking him in his ass with a strap on while he was bent over his patient couch, asking me if he had a nice pussy and if he was normal for having these desires? And did I think he was gay? Fuck, I'm not a doctor, but your in thigh highs with a plastic dick up your ass telling me you like it in your "pussy" that doesn't sound gay that sounds gender confused.
I guess for a first blog I didn't really make a point here, except that this will be interesting huh? It'll probably take a bit more venting my anger before my posts are lucid and poinient. But don't worry we'll get there, and it'll be beautiful.
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