stripper

  • My Motel Manager

    ByAdmin

    As I walked back to my motel, my purse felt heavier than usual, filled with the day’s earnings from my new job as a stripper. The thought of being mugged was a grim reality, but I pushed it aside. The work itself wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. The people at the club were friendly,…

  • My Landlord and the Striplife

    ByAdmin

    I stepped out of the motel and onto the cracked sidewalk, the chill of the evening air a stark contrast to the seedy atmosphere within. My purse, once a meager container, now bulged with a decent amount of cash – enough to survive, but not enough to feel secure. My first day on the job…