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Without at least some kind of partitioning, sex work will kill you. More
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Without at least some kind of partitioning, sex work will kill you. More
My bio says that I’m currently employed as a stripper, but this is not entirely true: I’ve been on vacation from work for several months now and we strippers, like all independent contractors, can’t be considered employed unless we’re actually retained by a club.
There are two reasons for the length of my vacation from work. More
Sex work is, at its root, an incredibly elaborate game of pretend. More
In every strip club there are time wasters. More
Stripper feet are gross. My feet are especially gross. More
I do not understand, nor have I ever understood, the appeal of a lapdance. I know how to give what I’ve been told is an excellent lapdance, but I don’t really see how one case of blue balls can be better than another. More
Granted, I had never given or received a lapdance and my experience of hoes-and-champagne rap videos was very limited, but I had faith in myself. More
I’m not sure if the bartending job was ever really available. As soon as I got to the club the woman in charge of personnel asked me if I was sure I didn’t want to dance. More
The best talk-caller I ever had was Ted. Ted called every night for two weeks, and usually talked for about two hours. Not only was I actually getting decent-sized checks for those two weeks, Ted told the most ridiculous stories. More
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There are a number of words I find unpleasant. There are the standards, the words most everyone hates–moist, panties–but there are others; ‘pussy,’ ‘suckle,’ and ‘juicy’ being the worst offenders. Phone sex meant hearing all of those words (except ‘moist’) on a regular basis. More
I have written before about the way we sex workers are a great deal more than simply outlets for sexual desires, the way we must also be therapists and sin-eaters. This was never more evident than when I was working as a phone sex operator. At least once every night someone would call hoping for psychological help of some sort. More
Despite the fact that I never excelled at dirty talk, and was therefore not best suited to phone sex, I did acquire several regular callers during my time as a phone sex operator. The most interesting of the bunch would have to be Dave, the sound effects man. He was also the most disgusting. More
I went into phone sex with bright, cheerful hopes, but all that changed within the first week. More
I had only been a phone sex operator for two days when I got my first call from a pedophile. I knew it was a possibility. More