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Part 1: Where’s The P@rty?

Danny had a funding conference in the OC he described as “a lot of rich white men talking about money,” but that in the end the event had been a success and Danny had secured investors for his ...

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Matt Who Is Not Like Other Guys

The DJ announced the club was officially open for lap dances only. I truly had not intended to still be there, but I was and Candice steered me and my friend Lily over to a pouty looking blonde man...

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Ops

One of my friends had invited her regular in. They were sitting in a VIP booth under the Skybox. I didn’t pay him much attention because she’s my friend, and I didn’t want to leech her payche...

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Dungeons and Old Men

During my first dance set I’d managed to corral a group of generously tipping retired white men around the stage. When I see old white men, I never quite know how to take it. Are they broadly int...

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Don’t Ask These Questions

I get a lot of frustrating questions about stripping. I’ll run through some of the most common cases and explain how they reveal implicit bias.


What’s the worst experience you...

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Cut Short

I mentioned the coked up German guy in a recent post, but didn’t go into much detail because he wasn’t important to that story. He still isn’t important, but he has become a real fixture at t...

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Michael, Michelangelo Pt. 3: Uniquely Important Men

CW: sexual assault


The following evening, I checked in with my regulars to see who was coming by. One of my favorites was flying in from Idaho and predicted he would stop in at ten...

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Michael, Michelangelo Pt. 2: Tammy, His Ride Or Die

I offered to plug his phone into the charging station by the bar and Michelangelo accepted. I put the phone on the charger, then I took him back to the same room as before, cradling his drinks in m...

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Michael, Michelangelo Pt. 1: Twin Baby Girls

After I finished a three-set, one of the bouncers pulled me aside.

Bouncer: That guy wants to talk to you. I don’t know him, but he’s got money.

He pointed over to a black man with ...

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A Doggy Detour

Note: I’ve been taking some time for personal healing, physically and mentally, so here is a story I wrote while I was living in Salvador, Bahia. I hope you like 🐩 🐕 .

On the Largo of...

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Thoroughly Exhausted Thursday

I tried my darnedest when I came in Thursday, but some nights are insurmountable, regardless of effort. The night started off relatively smoothly with a three-in-a-row string of three-sets. I was r...

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Richard Sightings


Richard has been making more and more frequent appearances at the club recently, often looking tired, usually wearing the same purple-gray Champion sweatsuit set. It took some time befor...

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I Forgot Your Name Sorry

I truly don’t remember people sometimes. White men all look the same after a while. I bumped into a guy who looked familiar, but I couldn’t tell if it was actual familiarity or if he just had t...

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A Lumpy Black Garbage Bag

There’s a young looking man who likes to sit in the VIP corner booth by the bar with a few favorites. He’s got dark, slicked back straight hair and a deep widow’s peak that reminds of Dracula...

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(In)Fidelity

Taking your wife or lady friend with you to the strip club when you know she isn’t physically or romantically attracted to women is mistake central. It’s trial by fire and your relationship is ...

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Rewriting Truths

I’ve been telling clients about their stories. Not any particular details, just that they exist for an audience somewhere. A few I’ve given this account information to, for better or worse. Par...

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All the Broke Educators of LA County

Saturday was a night of entertaining broke Los Angeles County educators. All of them seemed to be enjoying the scenery but none of them were willing to pay any dancers. The first one I encountered ...

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“Quarterback” JT


I saw a group of businessmen, two white men and one Asian man, buy a corner booth, so I went over to try and pull one for a dance. A white guy with a mop of brown hair and a black button...

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Night Call with Danny

I trust Danny, to some degree. At least enough to visit him privately. Some of you may be familiar with my Danny stories. He’s my piss fetishist plutocrat with a love for dirty talk. I realized t...

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A Shopping Date

I went on a shopping date with one of my more lovestruck clients. He’s a short white man in his mid 30s with brown hair and a face usually covered in light stubble, with lips so thin they appear ...

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Baby Stripper Story 3

Michelle, my housemate, decided she wanted to audition. Sonya and I rode with her to the club. I let Michelle borrow a pair of my heels. I was jittery and excited for her, but I’d coached her bef...

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Glandoff

CW: Use of Homophobic Insult

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I spied a “come hither” finger from a wiry old man with a lazy eye, sucking a glowing blue vape. He exhaled a plume of smoke around his long, ...

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6 Homes and $30 Dollars

I got pulled aside by two older white men slumped into a corner booth next to a mini stage. They literally pulled me. I had been walking toward the back stairway, and along the way, the one nearest...

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Toby and the Ten Year Stint Pt. 2

Him: Long story short, my cousin and I staged a robbery and I got charged with robbery and attempted murder.

Me: Wait what? You’re going to have to explain this to me.

Him: I was eigh...

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Toby and the Ten Year Stint Pt. 1

A group of wiggers walked into the club Thursday wearing tracksuits and chains, sporting face tattoos and hard parts. One of them, a tall guy with brown hair and a gray tracksuit comes up to me. View Post

Race Play

It’s funny how race is a constant selling point at the club. Whether people are looking for an exotic jungle queen, a submissive oriental dream girl, or an aryan snow bunny, we’re all spotted a...

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Benedict, The Worst Man in the World

There are two versions of this story. One is how he sees it and the other is how I see him. I will start with what he sees.


He is Benedict, The Worst Man in the World. Benedict is ...

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Parkinson’s Pete

I should have trusted my gut when I saw an old geezer sitting by the stage. He had only tipped two bills, but I couldn’t tell what denomination they were. Sometimes two bills are $2, sometimes $2...

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I’ve Never Dated a White Girl

My shift started off with Casey from Malibu. It’s not often I meet people who are genuinely from Malibu, the place where stars go for rehab with a beach view— where Justin Bieber crashed his ca...

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Tim Identifies a Redbone

Thursday I met Tim, a morbidly obese older white man with gray hair wearing a sage green t-shirt advertising a burger joint.

Me: “Hi there!”

At work I’m folksy and charming. I’...

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