therealprettyboygirl

CW: Rape pt. 1

It’s been difficult writing recently, because of my current relationship tumult. I’ve been with my partner since I began stripping. Prior to meeting him, I’d dabbled a bit in sex work. I’d ...

More Menstrual Madness

After dancing with Dale, it was a nearly insurmountable challenge to care about selling additional dances. Ultimately, I was still determined to leave with $800 after my tip-out, which meant I need...

A Roll in the Hay

Here's some episodes of an podcast I made 7 years ago when I was but a wee lass in my Sophomore year of college. My cohost is Lathan Vargason who is an amazingly talented artist and friend. If you ...

Kylie, The Light of Dale’s Life: Part 2

Him: Kylie never let me touch there. She was always worried about germs.

Me: Bacterial infections are concerning.

Him: And your butt is so soft. It feels like you don’t even have to s...

Kylie, the Light of Dale’s Life: Part 1

I wouldn’t have gone into work at all on Friday were it not for Dale. I’d bumped into him Thursday night after my falling out with Rob, and it was as if the goddess above had sent him as a gift...

Rob Triggered

I’d been vacillating on how and when to tell this story for some time now, because regulars are a tricky group of people to write about due to the intimacy of the relationship; however, at this p...

Abe’s Babies

I was lounging beside one of the VIP booths after a series of dances taking a break. When I noticed a black man standing nearby in a white undershirt and slacks. I hadn’t considered talking to hi...

My Three Bosses

Boss 1:

Me: (chatting with one of the bouncers)I’m so boring. I don’t party because my job is to party, and I don’t drink anymore.

Boss: (slides into the conversation) We can chan...

A Very Married Man

A greasy looking white man with dyed dark brown hair came in during mid shift. I wasn’t interested in talking to him, however I’d spent the past half hour scrolling through my phone and I knew ...

Sisterhood of the Traveling Taints

I had a regular show up with a lady companion. She was Russian, my regular is a Turkish American mix. He told me she was visiting and staying with him during her travels. At first I avoided them, b...

Couples: Chaz and Rocky

I sat chatting with a fatherly white man who vaguely reminded me of Jim Gaffigan when he asked if I could make room for his friend. I turned around to see a plump woman about his age with dark hair...

Five Questions I Ask Before I Make My Sale

It’s getting increasingly difficult to write stories because I’m at this point where all men I interact with at work are utterly indistinguishable. John, Mark, Tom, Rick, Mike, Chris, Joe, Marc...

Paul the Pleaser

You may remember a delightful old man from one of my stories a while back who said:

Him: I’m an ass man. Do a little twirl for me.

I did the twirl.

Him: You’re a solid 9, but ...

Part 2: An Inch Too Far

I saw London Aussie, whose name I learned from Candice was Marcel, sitting near the stage slumped into a rolling armchair with his chin in his hand. I took my place on his lap and thanked him for h...

Part: 1 The Floridian and His Tractor

I was surprised to see my fragrant London Aussie again, but he had contacted me, via his burner flip phone asking when I might be popping in. We coordinated, and he arrived right as I was walking i...

Part 2: Don’t Get Kidnapperino’d

I drove to Jerry’s house listening to My Favorite Murder, hoping my sister’s Lyft would arrive after me so she wouldn’t have to wait alone outside at night. Thankfully I made it there first. ...

Part 1: Bulging Eyed Bert and Geriatric Jerry

I was dancing on the small stage for a group of young black men when a white man in a white and blue gridded button down shirt came over and made it rain. I’d been eyeing him and his friend, anot...

Selena the Sadist

I saw a large bellied white man in a Hawaiian shirt with wavy gray blonde hair and a bristly unkempt beard staring at me while he bit his lip. He walked over to me and leaned in to speak. He smelle...

Papi Mami Mommy Daddy

Calling someone “papi” doesn’t have the same tinge of incest-play that “daddy” does for me, so I use it frequently with my Latino clients. I recently happened upon a new papi. Initially, ...

Parental Love

One of my recent regulars, Evan stopped in Saturday. I had met him once before, about a month ago, on a Saturday after a date. Evan had admitted it must have seemed surprising, to stop by the club ...

An Erotic Fantasy For Strippers

Once upon a time in the near future, there was a young woman named Irene. She was not especially unique in any way. She lived alone in a cozy little apartment in Inglewood with two gray cats. Irene...

The King and Bobby

I was telling one of my favorite sporadic regulars, Bobby, about my writing and when I told him I hadn’t written about him, he was disappointed.

Him: Why not me?

Me: Because I’m pro...

Fighting Filipinas

Luciana and Katrina have an ongoing beef that seems to have happened accidentally. Luciana has seniority. She’s a curvy tan Filipina with wavy ash blonde hair. She’s been working our club for f...

Solo Te Quiero A Ti

It’s a surprisingly bustling Thursday night and I’m sitting on a customer’s lap. A couple comes in and sits by the small stage. I realize I’ve danced with the man before. His name is Hector...

Churrasco on the Barbie

Excerpt from longer work about a year spent in Brazil teaching English.

On Sunday we were invited for churrasco with Daniela and Adelino. Daniela was still recovering from a sickness I may or...

Work O(f) (Art)

I’m dancing on stage when a guy about my age with dark spiky gelled hair comes in. He appears to be either Latino or Asian, sometimes it’s hard to tell, and LA is full of mixed people. He was o...

Good Good Not Bad

I’m sitting, surveying the club. It’s a ghost town, maybe twenty girls to eight men— five of them regulars who only buy twofers. There’s an older white man in aviators with a broomstick mus...

BryCe

I didn’t write this story for some time because the DJ at the club, and the subject of this entry follows me on instagram. For the sake of his privacy, let’s call him BC. BC is a shortish white...

Part 3: Learning Together

Danny scrolls through his phone and pulls up a picture of he and his twin. In the photo, Danny is smiling while his twin looks at the photographer with a stern frown.

Me: So you’re the chee...

Part 2: Me and Danny McKee

The Kandinsky might be the hippest hotel for plutocrats I’ve been to, not that I have much experience traversing the spaces of the well to-do. When I pulled up in my dusty economy car, I immediat...