A great letter i got from a regular the other night at work.
poledancer83
Narnia
This is a little lengthy but a great read from a friend I've known for a long time. Seems somewhat mean but if you knew him it was meant to turn me on and gotta admit it did.
it reads
You get here right on time dressed in your nice street clothes and sunglasses. No one would ever think to know your secret. After a wardrobe change and some make up you go to the bar and get a drink. In your mind you hope its a great night as you know the bills need to get paid. You chat up the guys and they all love to chat but your wanting to be somewhere else. You here your name and come to the stage. Your mad because you haven't got a good buzz and know you dance better after a few more drinks. You spend a ton of time making sure your body is perfect for this moment right here. In your mind you hear the constant reminders that no self respecting girl would do this. However you know that you have respect. When you snap out of your thoughts you realize your already topless. A few guys stare as your thong hits the ground. There it is, another night doing something you never thought you would do. You lay on your back legs spread with your hands holding open your most intimate part. You hear some asshole make a snide remark that would've made the old you cry but not now. The new you knows that your meant for this. You love it and hate it all at the same time. As the set winds down you count your tips and know your that much closer to paying your bills. You come back to the floor desperate to grab a drink. Meanwhile a group of drunk guys holler "come here whore" you do so as commanded. You know they own you until closing time. Its the same response as when they come to the rail and you crawl hands and knees to them blinded and in total submission. As you get closer one grabs you and tells you about how sexy your ass is or how nice your tits or pussy looked. You know a bouncer could toss them but you tip toe the line and so do they. 30 mins later you leave with a mere 20 bucks. The shift is over and you leave dead tired and feeling cheap. You crawl into bed and finally get some rest and all the while you know tomorrow night you'll do it all over again. You love it and you love the money. You should be proud to put up with this and still love the job. You are what all women should strive to be. In the end if more girls acted like you would their mans be watching you at night?
Thanks to a regular for that. It was empowering and I know he knows a lot of insight as we talk a lot about work. Just thought I would share . I thought he painted a picture pretty well.
it reads
You get here right on time dressed in your nice street clothes and sunglasses. No one would ever think to know your secret. After a wardrobe change and some make up you go to the bar and get a drink. In your mind you hope its a great night as you know the bills need to get paid. You chat up the guys and they all love to chat but your wanting to be somewhere else. You here your name and come to the stage. Your mad because you haven't got a good buzz and know you dance better after a few more drinks. You spend a ton of time making sure your body is perfect for this moment right here. In your mind you hear the constant reminders that no self respecting girl would do this. However you know that you have respect. When you snap out of your thoughts you realize your already topless. A few guys stare as your thong hits the ground. There it is, another night doing something you never thought you would do. You lay on your back legs spread with your hands holding open your most intimate part. You hear some asshole make a snide remark that would've made the old you cry but not now. The new you knows that your meant for this. You love it and hate it all at the same time. As the set winds down you count your tips and know your that much closer to paying your bills. You come back to the floor desperate to grab a drink. Meanwhile a group of drunk guys holler "come here whore" you do so as commanded. You know they own you until closing time. Its the same response as when they come to the rail and you crawl hands and knees to them blinded and in total submission. As you get closer one grabs you and tells you about how sexy your ass is or how nice your tits or pussy looked. You know a bouncer could toss them but you tip toe the line and so do they. 30 mins later you leave with a mere 20 bucks. The shift is over and you leave dead tired and feeling cheap. You crawl into bed and finally get some rest and all the while you know tomorrow night you'll do it all over again. You love it and you love the money. You should be proud to put up with this and still love the job. You are what all women should strive to be. In the end if more girls acted like you would their mans be watching you at night?
Thanks to a regular for that. It was empowering and I know he knows a lot of insight as we talk a lot about work. Just thought I would share . I thought he painted a picture pretty well.
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If you're into a bit of humiliation and degradation now and then (and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that), it does manage that, if somewhat amateurishly. :))))))))
You're a good person for dealing with that d-baggery with dignity! :)
I agree he missed the mark. He was trying to encapsulate your mental process but failed to include any of the five senses. When these guys "grab your ass" is there a race in heart beat, knot in your throat. Do you hare and love that a stranger has assumed control off the ass your husband/bf calls his every night. Do you feel like a slut, want to be desacrated, sacrificed for not being a virgin mary..
I don't know I just felt like he didn't actually step outside of himself. And that OK too but then his focus should have been what he's thinking when he sees this, and go into detail of his senses. That would have been a lot sexier...
I go to a club to relax, see nekkid females and for the fantasy that I am good looking and attractive to women lol. Rather than the old guy road warrior I am in reality. I do not go to treat them like trash...not my thing. I could possible keep a mistress but I am never in one place long enough and one close to home base could present and issue with staff and clients.
Roses are red
And they are thorny
Looking at you
Sure makes me horny
yes/ No?
Really when going for a gritty truth it's best to tell it from your perspective. ..
Ex:
I watch you come in your "street clothes" on your way to dawn your true dress code. Does the world know what type of filth you've done to afford this desguise of normal. That men, oh so many men of ill intent, who feel nothing but contempt have fulfilled the shallow fantasies night after repeated night. I want to save you. I want to kill you, why are you doing this to yourself, to me. I hate how you look so fckn innocent coming in hear when I know...I fckn know who you really are. In a moment I'll buy a piece of you for a few dollars. I'll be the man. You have to do what I say blah blah...
Something like that... he was trying to be romantic I think, it was dishonest and he missed the mark. It was too careful IMO
I never know what reaction some people will have to letters whether it was as desired or they take it the wrong way.