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Originally Posted by ♥MiCHiE♥
Damn, y'all must know some strippers with some damn good seniority or who are in the minority....Every stripper I've "known" has to be high or drunk to hit the stage. It's not a glamorous life. And, they are degraded by dumb, ignorant fucks when they're not shaking hard or fast enough---for a damn dollar. The ones that do make good money have to bend over backwards and forward for it, be contortionists and work overtime. And even after that, they most times have to tip out all the people that helped make it possible---the bartender, the DJ, the bouncers, etc.....It's damn near like pimping.
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Indeed.
It must be a glamorous life to have to worry about a man jabbing his finger in your asshole while licking your ear for a twenty while you grind your sweaty crotch on his thinly covered hard-on.
It's truly empowering to consistantly have men lick your breasts and bite your nipples...sometimes even so hard it bleeds!! OH WHAT A HAPPY DAY!
Oh, and then when you're giving them a lap-dance and they grab your hips and shove their cock into you through your gstring, that's a real joy right there.
What a glamorous job.
Stripping isn't fun and games folks, and the people who say it is are either lying or have been lucky or charmed and not had to deal with the reality of doing a line of coke so they can get the gumption to go onstage to dance for two or three songs then come off and hit men up for as much money as they're willing to spend.
They've obviously never had to deal with the reality of working up the nerve, so taking three or four shots of Cuervo, to get up there and work the thong, and work the platforms, and ride the pole.
They've obviously never had a manager of a club pull them aside and say "Hey, you're chunking up there fatty..." and inform them that if the weight's not lost they can go somewhere else.
They've obviously never dealt with their belongings being stolen, their pride being stolen, their dignity being given away...none of it. They've never dealt with the desperation of realizing it's been a shitty night, and they've got nothing to show for it. Or it's still 4 hours to go in the shift, and they haven't made shit...so where's the energy going to come from? I know! Lets smoke some meth to get the buzz going and ride that wave.
What a glam life. What a wonderful world *I* am missing out on.
Is it all like this? Hell no, it's not. But a lot...a vast vast vast majority of it...is.