
I live in the backwoods Alabama area so all this stuff about Martin Luther King Jr. Day isn’t a huge deal for us. But what is a big deal is Robert E. Lee’s birthday. We all have southern pride here and it shows. One of my stripper friends is hosting a naughty Lee party. Usually the guys bring lots of guns and confederate flags. The girls aren’t allowed to wear anything. It really is a free for all, especially for the guys. The guys grope and touch whatever they want. There is always so much jungle juice so the girls get plastered.
I got so drunk last time that I woke up with thirteen naked bodies around me. Turns out all the girls got super slutty and everyone had a giant orgy. I woke up really sore but one of the guys had taken photos of us all being so drunk and slutty. All the country guys knew how to have fun. “Gangbang Whore” was scribbled on my lower back so I knew my asshole was used nicely just like my cunt. I’m such a naughty fucking whore and I can’t wait for this year’s party. I can only imagine how these country guys are going to use me.













You’ve been watching me dance for the past four months. You never bother tipping me, but you tip all the other girls. I’m getting a bit testy when I see you at the table when I come in for my shift. My dealer has been busted and I’m in such a pissy mood. Roll call comes on and I start dancing. I’m shaking my sweet ass for you trying to get your attention. Songs come on all night long. I have the stage alone for at least six songs throughout the whole night. My shift is coming to an end; I go back stage to get ready to go home. I usually leave in the same outfit I come out of. I get my bag and walk out the back door.









