The day I ran away from home I started working at a strip club just like I always wanted. It didn’t take long for me to lose track of how many men I had sex with in the “champagne room”, but I don’t regret any of it. I’m just very passionate about my job! How could I not be? All the easy money and drugs I could ever want, it’s like a dream! I have so many stripper sex stories to tell it is unreal!
When my friends and family found out most of them disowned me, but that wasn’t enough to change me. Nothing ever will. They’re probably just jealous anyway because I make more money now than they ever will. I can make more money than they make all week in less than a day and I wouldn’t change that for anything. Why should I change anyway? I’ve been a little blonde fucking slut my whole life, I’m just doing the job I was born to do.
Dancing on stage is when I come alive. Honestly, I don’t even feel like myself when I’m not at the club sometimes I wish I could live there. Every day at work is a party that doesn’t stop until I go home and fall asleep. Sometimes it’s not even over then, I have the nasty habit of taking work home with me. Why lie? I do it all the time, almost every night. I don’t care what anyone thinks about it, this is what makes me happy.
I love everything about stripping! A lot of girls complain about it, but I even I love giving lap dances too. Grinding against their hard cocks is my favorite part. So far I’ve made over six guys cum in their pants just from a simple dance and nothing else. I’m very proud of that! It means that I’m doing my job right! That is what makes this whole phone sex line thing perfect for me. When I am not at the club slinging my pussy on the pole I am right here talking to you dirty pervs!

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