A day in the life - perception versus reality
Lone_Wolf
Arizona
Say, a single, no kids, top talent (8.5+) honey that makes bank in the club but will selectively does OTC with the right PL for the right price. Loves to party. Not in college or anything. What is a day in her life really like?
My perception - crawls out of bed around noon. Checks her phone. All kinds of crazy shit instantly breaks out. Will she dance today? Will she hang out with the harmless PL from the club that doesn't pay much? Will she fuck that rich ass stuck up arrogant PL that smells funny but pays huge? Will she fuck that running back from the NFL that doesn't pay anything? Does she fly to Vegas with her girls to make bank up there? Decisions!
Gets on the move - gets her nails done, lasered, hair etc...the whole time her phone is exploding with PL's trying to get in her panties. Honey starts partying early in the day. Doesn't have to pay a dime for food, drink or drugs because there is always a PL (ATM) within arms length to buy that shit for her. Everyone she comes into contact with his kissing her sweet ass because she is young and fine. The world is hers.
Perhaps she goes to the club where all the PL's thinking they are smooth run their version of a system on her. Think of all the crazy shit she's told ranging from smooth, creepy, to outright frightening on a daily basis. Everyone...EVERYONE...wants in her panties. Constantly being propositioned from the smooth, creepy, rich, poor, clean, nasty, weird...everyone. Being groped on varying levels by that very same range.
Making bank. Money pouring down like rain. Easy money. Dudes buying drinks, offering drugs. Smoking drinking, getting high.
Well it must be a total whirl wind bizzarro world for some of the honeys...I doubt even the honeys could accurately describe it to someone not in the life also. I wonder if it would make a good Indy Film. I doubt any director could capture the real essence of a day in the life. Would the film be depressing or a comedy? Probably a mix.
Fascinating shit really.
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The girl is pure SS and a giant nuclear-powered electro-drama-magnet. To her credit, I think most of it is unintentional and just the result of bad choices and poor adulting skills, and to some extent the universal jealousy of women who aren't as hot as she is, and the universal pettiness of guys who think they should be fucking her for free and get upset when they can't.
One dancer I know has the hardest, tightest body I've ever seen, but her face has become distorted over the years. I'm no expert, but I assume that is drug related.
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Until about age 25 when some other 18-yr-old ditsy, mindless, babe takes her place.
I met my current at really ATATF a few years ago, but she just started stripping 1.5 years ago, to supplement her income as a professional hot chick. She's a high-end girl at the highest-end Vegas clubs (she was my "whoa" girl on my head-turner/wave/whoa scale), and if anything, her personality outshines her looks. Does not do OTC, at least not the way we think of OTC.
Her usual days when there's no day-partying planned: her day is spent with some combination of: going to lunch, getting her nails done, getting her hair done, getting a massage, going tanning, working out. Her eating, when someone is not buying her an extravagant meal, is incredibly healthy and her diet is shockingly disciplined.
Her usual days when there's day-partying planned: day partying is planned, particularly during pool party season. Either she'll get called in by a host to spend time with some big spenders who bought a table and many thousands of dollars worth of bottles and who need a smokin' hot, ultra-charasmatic chick (she'll usually get paid nicely for this), or she will have met a customer at the strip club the previous night and talked him into giving her $500-$1000 to go to a pool party with him the next day. She parties all day. In 0% of the cases do the customers get sex from her, which is why I said she doesn't do OTC the way we think of it. In the old days, sometimes the host who was throwing her the business got sex, but that doesn't happen anymore either.
Night: is spent partying or working. When partying, she and her girls will go out, basically with no money at all. They walk past the huuuuuuge lines at the hottest clubs, every doorman knows them and lets them straight in. They walk around until they find guys who are at least adequately attractive and who have reserved a table for the night and look like they're spending many thousands on bottles, and then invite themselves to those guys' tables. Eat, drink, and dance the night away. Or, walk the casino, find some very high rollers at a craps table, work their way into that table betting a little bit of their own money, then flirt... regularly, guys will give her $500-$1000 to just stay there and bet with them, she'll slickly pocket some of it and play with the rest; probably expensive dinner to come afterwards. Alternatively, maybe it's an extravagant night out with whatever rich guy she's seeing at the time. Or if she's not seeing anyone, a nighttime high-$ no-sex OTC partying with a customer from the SC.
All of her girlfriends live exactly the same way ... to the point that this feels to me like the standard for girls who are hot enough to be high-end strippers or professional hot chicks in Vegas.
Ha, that definitely describes my first ATATF. The usual was either depressing, or drug-and-alcohol fueled escapes from reality. Once in a while it was "my whole family got together for a BBQ for my nephew's birthday", and I remember being glad that at least one day this month her life wasn't a total disaster.
I reckon that's the reality for a lot of them; huge difference from the party lifestyle of my current ATATF, for those of you who read the FRAT above
Now no school, so I spend a lot of my days sitting in front of my tv smoking blunts and drinking wine. Just got into a fun book club but it's not an every day thing. Neither is getting my mani and pedi - that's every 10-14 days. I regularly go out to my favorite restaurants though. Other than that I do pretty normal things. Pay bills, take care of responsibilities, visit my family members, and hangout with the few close friends I have. I also like to take baths with LUSH bath bombs and pamper myself with other beautiful, smell-good, feel-good beauty & bath products. I should probably start spending more time studying for the LSAT...
LM, absolutely agree... entitlement, or showboating. But to be fair, I don't think that's a stripper thing, it's how ALL young people tend to use their social accounts, IME, at least those from disadvantaged backgrounds.
I know one lady, already in her 30's, who works at 4-Play in West LA. She's quite hot, but not really. Her talent is knowing how to work the room, and being able to figure out what each potential customer is fantasizing about. She makes good money, and lives clean -- no drugs, booze, BFs, etc. But she's not that hottie who has a million men texting her all day; she's reasonably hot, and knows how to be a successful dancer.
The real hot ones I know have occasional major financial successes with customers, but mostly the struggle along like everyone else. I know, because they actually turn to me for help!
I assume there are some hot 9(+) chicks that get treated to fancy trips and live a life they could o/w not live except for the company they keep (e.g. rich-guys/pro-athletes/rappers they've met in upscale SCs or thru other means (nightclubs; parties; etc)) - and then there are probably hot-girls that could perhaps do the same but rather just do their thing and make their own $$$ stripping; camming; etc; and don't wanna be anybody's property.
Today, I went out and bought about 15 of those fucking balls and plan to give them as gifts on my OTC adventures. Thanks for the info.
"I don't get up before 11am, and I never answer blocked calls.
I believe she really keeps busy. She knows how to dress and paint up too. Tight yellow dress, yellow makeup, and yellow stripper shoes.
SJG
lol, exactly. Then she spends another 3 to 4 hours vegging on Netflix while she fights another bout of depression. Whether she can overcome the depressive bout is hit or miss, driven largely by whether she has anything in the house to eat. If she does then she says fuck it and calls up her useless SO to hang with her and, if she's lucky, provide some party favors. If not, then she still calls up the SO so that she can get a ride to work. If her SO doesn't have a car, which is certainly possible, she find some harmless PL to pick her up and stop by Taco Bell on the way to the club.
SJG