I'm very, very excited.
My stripping buddy, my favourite partner in crime, the girl that I just seem to make hustling magic happen with - IS BACK!!!!
Whoop!
She has spent the summer in Ibiza, which I'm sure must have been really difficult for her. You know, the best nightclubs in the world, beautiful people on the beach, beautiful people in villa's, beautiful people getting wrecked......
She has come back looking gorgeous - tanned, skinny, .... and broke.
She's so hungry for money that she jumped straight on the phone to me to tell me to stop being such a lazy hippy and book into a shift with her. In fact, when I told her how it had been lately at my stripclub - imagine slow, dead tumbleweed rolling between nests of empty tables, and desperate girls beginning to offer extra's - well, she told me that we should try somewhere else.
I love a bit of occasional stripper migration, so yeah, I might just fly the coop for the winter and tether my G-sring to another pole. If I do make the leap, I'll be auditioning at a new club tomorrow and will tell you all about how it went in a juicy blog post. Sorry, but the identity will have to be secret, as par usual....
The great thing about working in a city as big as London is that there are loads of clubs to choose from. Most of them fully expect girls to move without warning, and there are auditions every week - every day - in a variety of clubs. If you want, it's possible to switch jobs in 24 hours.
As long as I pass the audition that is......
My stripping buddy, my favourite partner in crime, the girl that I just seem to make hustling magic happen with - IS BACK!!!!
Whoop!
She has spent the summer in Ibiza, which I'm sure must have been really difficult for her. You know, the best nightclubs in the world, beautiful people on the beach, beautiful people in villa's, beautiful people getting wrecked......
She has come back looking gorgeous - tanned, skinny, .... and broke.
She's so hungry for money that she jumped straight on the phone to me to tell me to stop being such a lazy hippy and book into a shift with her. In fact, when I told her how it had been lately at my stripclub - imagine slow, dead tumbleweed rolling between nests of empty tables, and desperate girls beginning to offer extra's - well, she told me that we should try somewhere else.
I love a bit of occasional stripper migration, so yeah, I might just fly the coop for the winter and tether my G-sring to another pole. If I do make the leap, I'll be auditioning at a new club tomorrow and will tell you all about how it went in a juicy blog post. Sorry, but the identity will have to be secret, as par usual....
The great thing about working in a city as big as London is that there are loads of clubs to choose from. Most of them fully expect girls to move without warning, and there are auditions every week - every day - in a variety of clubs. If you want, it's possible to switch jobs in 24 hours.
As long as I pass the audition that is......
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