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Stripper to Hobbyist: Fun(?), TLDR story

Subraman

Car key and wallet dating your sister

I spoke to one of my ATATFs recently. She was an awesome and somewhat legendary stripper in this area: beautiful exotic face, incredible slim body, and a bubbly outgoing friendly personality that made you feel like you were the most attractive and interesting guy ever... and I haven't even gotten to her dances. We got really close towards the end of her career, and became legit FWB after she retired. Then she moved away, but we still keep in touch occasionally -- in case you can't tell, I genuinely adore her.

Anyway, we spoke recently and she told me a story that had me laughing all the way through, this is a highly summarized version. She has a BF situation that I won't go into except to say he sometimes (more often, recently) treats her questionably, and she decided a little while back that she needed both a safety net and some extra cash, so she went on SA and signed up as a sugar baby. As you might expect, she's a hit there and doing nicely. Anyway, to keep this all hidden from the erstwhile BF, she bought a 2nd phone (calls it her "playah phone") just for the sugar daddies... that she's neglected to put a lock code on. She has to keep that hidden from the BF. The other day the BF is coming over, and she's outside her apartment. He stops the car suddenly, double-parked, and says "I have to run to your apartment to use your bathroom; stay and watch my car since I'm double-parked". So she's downstairs, he's running upstairs, and she remembers: her playah phone! She didn't put it away! Where is it? So she's down there's sweating, and he's up there for what seems like centuries (probably not long but it feels like hours to her) -- what's taking so long? did he find the phone and is reading it? He gets downstairs and now she's trying to read his face: is he mad? Did he spot the phone? He acts normal, gets in to move his car, she runs upstairs to find the phone... which to her relief is under a pile of stuff. Was it always there? Did he find it and put it there? It appears not.

He must suspect something in general, though, because he's taken to texting her late at night. She's gone so far as to look up a medicine for a medical condition she has, that causes drowsiness and deep sleep, as a way to explain why she sometimes doesn't answer his texts or calls late at night ("I took my medicine; I was out!")

Anyway, she goes through 15 minutes of this, scenarios of almost getting caught, of her pre-planning explanations for her absences, etc. It was hysterical all the way through. At the end, I tell her, "congratulations, you're a hobbyist now, you're one of us! You need to join us on the forums, you're crazy paranoid like all the married guys, you need to find out better ways to hide your activities, have a 2nd line, etc". She agrees and asks me for some forum names to read :)

I dug the irony of transitioning from the stripper who the married guys had to sneak around to see, to being the one sneaking