The carefree life of a stripper
You wake up. You can do anything you want.
Want more sleep? Go for it. Your shifts not til late.
Want a guy to eat your pussy? Your phone's full of the numbers of losers who will pay you $200 for the privilege.
Want a girl to eat your pussy? Your roommate stripper friend is right behind that door.
Want weed? No problem. There are some advantages to having a drug dealer boyfriend. And half your friends are dating drug dealers too.
Want to go to work? Go. You can pick up a day shift by just walking in.
Want to skip work? It don't matter. You alone decide whether or not to take all that first of the month social security money.
Want a new iPhone. You got the money from that guy last night who paid you hundreds for just a hand job. Or better yet call the other one and give him that date he was begging you for. He'll buy you whatever you want.
Want a dick inside you? Nothing could be easier. The difficult part is keeping them out of you.
Want to make the other girls jealous? Just post a pic of you with those Benjamins from last night. Things have really picked up since you stopped insisting upon covered blow jobs.
Want to make hundreds of dollars in a few hours? Blow a couple guys itc and you're set. Or if you're a non extras girl, promise the guys a really fun time, and lick your lips while you say it. He'll think he's getting a blowjob.
I'm not saying this is a great life, that it is without serious problems, or that I could stand the life of leisure with few responsibilities, little in the way of schedules, and the freedom to work or not as you want. I'm pretty laid back but even I need some structure, at least when I'm not high. But still, there's almost no other job that is even remotely like this one. It's gotta be hard in some ways to leave it and enter the real world.
Want to keep your panties fresh? Put them in the freezer. (A stripper told me that).
Great thread!