Confessions of a Stripper
Introduction: I sat on a bench in the locker room thinking to myself, What have I just done? I looked at a stack of money I was clenching in my right hand. I counted a total of $1100. Numerous emotions ran through my head as I was trying to decide whether having just fucked a stranger for money was a good thing or bad thing. Im an entertainer at a gentlemens club, more commonly referred to as a stripper. I love my job because I figure, hell, I have the body for it, and I make good money doing...