Your Neighborhood Professional Deviant

I arrived to work yesterday to find out that there had been some cut backs to save money. Less bouncers, less door girls. My spot as Monday Night Door Wench is secure, since I don't get paid to do it. But less bouncers? Yeah. We had no issues Monday, but no bouncer on Monday is not awesome. Sometimes, shit DOES happen on Monday. Ugh. Ok yeah we have the manager and the DJ if anyone needs help but... I prefer 3 Big Dudes instead of 2. The manager can do his thing, the DJ can do his, and we'd still have security. Bleh! We had one girl who was dancing in the VIP room and was... ew. The guy's hand on her ass looked like he was using her as a bowling ball, if you catch My drift. Gross. She's such a skank. But the idea of using skanky strippers as bowling balls is LULZ. One girl has been having a lot of home issues. She commented that she felt silly that Tootsy's was the only place she felt safe to turn to. Part of Me acknowledges that one needs more solid folks/places in...

Yesterday, at one point during My dreamings, I had a dream about rolling around in bed with a gorgeous woman. The entire dream was a single sex scene. No foreplay. No back story. Just a good dose of fuckin. It wasn't the long legs hugging My body that makes Me dwell on this dream. It wasn't the red hair. It wasn't the white-hot sex. It was that she was a prostitute and we were in a seedy motel. I've been giving prostitution a lot of thought for a long time. It's not a job I could get into, emotionally. I have a hard time separating sex from romance, even when it comes to cam work and porn. It's easier for Me to try though, in the latter two. Dunno why. While all three jobs are fine and dandy IMHO, only two of them are... I dunno. I really can't explain it. I've had friends who work at brothels, or for escort agencies. I respect them. I respect the job. I just cant see Myself doing it. The only time I get all kinds of grrr about it is when it's brough...