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A day in the life of an exotic dancer

Last night was a weird night.

I don't usually work Sundays, but it's one of the days I have free from my normal job this week. I forgot that it was football season and that the club I work in has TVs. It would be my turn to go on stage and every.single.dude. in the club would have his back to me.


The few customers I did get were all pretty strange. I look a lot different from the other girls (I have black and blue hair and big tattoos and piercings), and sometimes that works in my favor and sometimes not so much. Last night was kind of a win, especially since I did have so few customers. I don't know what it was, but quite a few of the dudes I talked to wanted me to slap them hard in the face. One wanted me to punch him closed-fisted in the jaw! I didn't punch anybody, but I did slap two of the guys while I was giving them lap dances (slapped them harder if they were being too pervy, I don't even know if I'm allowed to do that) and they both tipped me very well. I told a friend who used to be a stripper about it and she joked that I should be a dominatrix instead.

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