A stripper named red...all well most of the misadventures, mishapes, mistakes, of being a stripper. All the good things too. Usually funny. Mostly entertaining. Highly opinionated. Never on time.
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
I need a miricle right now
and I got one it was the end of the night and a dapper gentleman came in usually dumber than a box of rocks but not this one. He knew what he wanted and he wanted a room for an hour...with me...that rarely happens these days. I walk him back to my usual room do my usual dance and I look up at him with this cheshire grin and these eyes that glow. Rarely do I get butterflies but I think I'm going to puke. we stop and talk he's actually charming a first, not handsy, and our hour is up.
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