Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Merchant of Deth

I believe you hav a heart, I alleged....

...I do, she replied softly,

after her thieving lying death threats lol.

Thank you, Miss Lovely.

So much has happened, so little time and opportunity to write, Gentle Readers..........

Friday, August 1, 2014

70 year old hooker twins fuck 300,000 men

Cracked is Whack: The 5 Saddest Prostitutes in the World - "Your grannies are whores!" Lindsay Lohan's daddy tells media his daughter is working as a $100,000 a night hooker. Wanna fuck a 385 pound homicidal circus clown? Would you pay $385 on Backpage to fuck an 81 year old hooker? How about a monkey rescued by SWAT from sex slavery?

Sometimes my 20 year old hookers remind me of 80 year old hookers lol.

Mangina sues stripper to get his mojo back, W&H moves in with stripper to get his mojo back

A 32-Year-Old Texas Man Is Suing A Stripper To Get His Harry Potter DVDs Back

Houston stripper says she was fired days after lawsuit

Sabrina got surprise bond from a friend, almost derailed her trainwreck self-detox before turning herself in to stay away from doper family

I know how he feels.... I got robbed today by Sabrina, but it was for a good cause -- a drug test -- she's CLEAN! And other necessities required for getting hired for a real job. Though she did want me to take her to take her clothes off tonight, but I'm busy working, so I can give her mo money haha.

I emphasized it's a loan, or a handjob. These girls try so hard to pretend these are "gifts". She even stole a pair of sunglasses on the way to her probation officer. At least it stopped the crying over the Bigfoot that got away. She's a kleptomaniac and pathological liar, I hope that gets cured by sobriety?

Sabrina was also fired for cash-and-dash on customers at a very upscale strip club, because only the club owner is allowed to steal $40,000 a night per customer. She's supposedly "fired forever and banned from every club on the west coast," according to management. It's time for her to quit that career anyway, learn a more socially acceptable method of stealing a paycheck.

My crack is whack greeting card for Sabrina the needle whore

W&H: "You have rage issues. And you steal from a lack of love."

Sabrina: "Bullshite. But I love you, as a friend. But I will never fuck you again. You're not my type."

W&H: "Ha. I predict you'll be begging to fuck me again someday, just like Tracy, you just can't resist me!"

Sabrina: (screaming) "See that's the shit that makes me hate you and makes me wanna use again!"

W&H: "Ha! You're strong-willed and I like that about you. You get me hot when you do that!"

Sabrina: (laughing) "Thank you for all you've done for me. You're a good friend."

W&H: "This is what I like best about you, the Real You. No drugs, healthy, clear-headed, not driving like a lunatic 16-year-old (except for nearly ripping my wheel off while parking). How are your seizures?"

Sabrina: "Don't have any. If I get 8 hours sleep, and eat healthy, it's not much of a problem."

W&H: "That's awesome. Too bad you have so much trouble sleeping. Hopefully that will get better too. I'm so proud of you! Can't wait to visit you at your new job."

Sabrina: "I start next week. Now get the fuck off the phone with Miss Lovely!"

W&H: "I love it when you get jealous! LOL"

She leans over to give me a hug.

We drive her errands, spending my money, wasting my time during my work, sunshine everywhere. It feels good.

I miss my True Blood, Spring Breakers and Secret Diary of a Call Girl DVDs. Thankfully these girls hate my scifi, but love curling up in my bed watching chickfliks.

So I moved today in with Danica, a happy hooker/stripper/milf/patriot/Truther with a heart and soul, conveniently next door to Miss Lovely in da wiggerhood cellblock loonybin free-fire zone. I just saved a ton of money on my rental contract, about $5,000 a year. I can invite Ashton to fuck and swap DVDs at my leisure lol, if she's not too skeert of bullet holes in cars. ML's lovin it! But she does scare me a lil bit, jealousy is a bitch.... I like that in a woman!

Danica's baby gave me a big hug, asked me to stay, with his eyes

If crazy Tracy had paid a lil rent and didn't blow $150 to $500 a day on dope and gettin robbed (and raped), we could've stayed together at my cozy lair, enjoying the swimming pools, jacuuzi, privacy and relative lack of gunfire. But it's impossible for her to control herself since her daddy blew his head off on Fathers Day, after his argument with her. Now even her addict mom won't allow her to rent the vacant apartment next door, or help her organize her life in any way, too busy overdosing with seizures and handing out money daily from Tracy's trust fund. A Perfect 10 with a ton of money, but I walked away. Everyone else ran lol.

My Perfect 10 streetwalker Tracy moves out to Homelessville

But Tracy flipped the fuck out last night, went psychotic as always, seeing folks in the car who weren't there, unable to recognize me as me. Good to know that stress triggers her schizophrenia. I took her hand and talked her down off that suicide cliff, told her everything would be ok. "I love yous." She can stay with me anytime she wants a place to stay, it's part of my lease contract with my new fuckbuddy. She apparently panicked cuz I didn't make it clear there are two bedrooms, and she can keep all her clothes there in the same drawers as before, sleep in the same bed as before. Instead she brought her new deadbeat dealer pimp, or rather he brought himself to make sure she returned to his notel room per his payment of $50 for all-nighter with a Perfect-But-Broken 10. At least now I'm located in her hood, we shall see who pulls her hardest. GAME ON

Friday, July 25, 2014

A Hookers Prayer

My roommate Tracy: The Perfect 10

by Tracy

Dear God,

Please help me. I don't know who Whores & Hookers is and he is being on and about me just to curse me. These other people are hurting me and they destroyed an angel, your angel. My plan was to be as perfect as I possibly could be be before they destroyed me and took my whole life. They have used me up and hurt me. Please let me get my life back and pick up where I left off. I am so scared but I know as long as I have you anything is possible. I'm begging you to spend more time on me and look down at this situation and fix it. I'm tired of hurting and please protect me and what is me. They have intercepted your plan for me and sometimes I wonder who I would be today? They force me into making myself look bad and feel bad for their faults. Protect my mind, body and soul. Let me get away from these bad people and get my life back so I can actually have and build a life for myself. I love you. Show me the Truth, tell me the Truth, and don't let Satan and his followers step on my toes and hurt me for no reason. If I must meet them, just let it happen sooner, it's taking too long. I have heaps to do. I'm scared. Keep me on track. I love you alot more deeply now. Protect me in my sleep and please give me a dream that you give to help me. I love you please HELP!! Please let ex BF be okay in prison and still love me. Clear my mind with their negativity and bad thoughts. They make me sick and I'm already addicted. Please keep my family and friends safe. And thank you God. I don't know if it's meant to be for me and Whores & Hookers, he's become more than a friend but really gets on my nerves sometimes. I love Whores & Hookers. Amen.

W&H: This prayer was written while we were cuddled on my bed for the night. Some of her prayer is verbatum from my previous prayers for her....

The Stripper Notebook: Episode 9

by Sabrina


Bigfoot and me rode to San Francisco and looked around. Can't explain how good it felt just spendin time with him. I know his wife is getting a $500 pair of boots for her birthday. Missing my babies like crazy, wishing they was right beside me. YEP! But had a nice ride with Bigfoot. He makes my body tingle.

The Stripper Notebook: Episode 8

by Sabrina


Chilled with Bigfoot a couple of hours. Felt so good just to be near him, watch him smile. He's so sexy all over, damn it man.

The Stripper Notebook: Episode 7

by Sabrina


So hard being a nobody your whole life. I never meant to hurt Bigfoot in any kind of way. God if he only knew how much I do love him and how I cry myself to sleep wondering does he wish he was laying beside me too? It's an awful feeling knowing the only thing you're good for is nothing. I just wanna be his as long as I can.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Hooker Outcall

My roommate Tracy, a Perfect 10 on a good day, PUA Master rockin blonde or brunette

"You shouldn't describe the love of your life as Ghetto Slut Cum Bucket lol."
-My buddy Macy

"She got the Devil inside her!"
-Tracy's mom

"I'm better than this!!!!!! God save me God save me God save me God save me God save me God save me God save me God save me God save me God save me."
-Tracy's screaming Soul

Hooker outcall... It's not as fun as it sounds, when you're the driver/boy-friend/roommate. At least it's a step up from streetwalkin.

Tracy........ we had a typical day, XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO, we cuddled and slept nude for 12 hours. She gave me an awesome BJ and HJ, I licked her soaking wet pussy in the shower, she taught me new sex positions in the bathroom again, I cooked her grilled cheese and chef soup.

Tracy: "You wanna join me in the shower?"

W&H: "Uh, sure...."

T: "What's the matter?"

W&H: "Just when we're about to fuck you set up a date. You don't even need drugs, you've got plenty." Worse than Miss Lovely's One Fuck A Week Plan for BF.

She hugs her nude body to mine and plants a sopping wet kiss on my lips, long and hard. "I love you!" she lied. Fuck it's tough to stay mad at her.

W&H: "I'm not trying to change you from who you are. I'm just your driver, and your friend. You're my best friend, actually. Miss Lovely and Sabrina want nothing to do with me, except use me."

T: "Awwwww that's sweet! Yes, they do use you. I don't want you to ever give them money ever again! You're my best friend too! You remind me of my BF for 5 years. And you're my roommate. Maybe more...."

W&H: "So grab my dick and prove it lol." She complies.

T: "Holy cow, that's gigantic!"

"W&H: "Now kiss it."

T: "Mmmmmmmm."

W&H: "Now suck it."


W&H: "Dang you do that very very well! You're a true friend lol."

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We shower.

W&H: "I wanna suck your pussy."

Tracy: "When."

W&H: "Now." I get on my knees, between her dripping legs.

T: "No, later."

W&H: I'll give you $5."

T: "$10."

W&H: "OK!" lol

T: "OK...."

I do it. I nearly drown.

T: "That's the spot................ You do that very well!"

I never did pay her the $10 lol.

7 days a week, we fight, we kiss, we makeup, we fuck around. I apologize and recalibrate. She calls me her old BF's name lol. I've met her crying dying soul... it's beautiful, trapped in the darkest black.

I'm her protector. Her only clean friend in her universe of dopers. I took a punch for her from a psycho pimp tryin to turn her out, risked sudden death by gunshot. She calls me daddy. She's a daughter I never had. Her real daddy blew his head off on Fathers Day, after she had a violent fight with him.......

So she went off the deep end, full-blown skitzo psychotic on any kind of dope. The kinda crazy that even her doper friends flee in terror from. Now she runs away in horror from any guy who gets too close, too traumatic to feel those feelings of inevitable abandonment, jus like Daddy. Can I help her with that? In the 1 month I've known her, I've had many opportunities, and many requests from others, to take her to the loonybin... but I fear for her sanity and life if those quacks get their hands on her, again. I can give her the cure, no script required.

We visit her mom who swears "she's got the Devil inside her!" Tracy takes both my phones. Uh oh, ML will probably text me about her 25-cent catfood delivery again. Tracy hit the roof when I brought it up. Dopers always want 100% of their users. Yup, ML texted me while inside, uh oh.... I laff every time Tracy says she hates me and never wants to see me again. She always calls back, begging.

Now I'm dropping her off at one of her fuckbuddy dopedealers, "for 20 or 30 minutes."

I call an hour later, BTW "I'm spending the night."

W&H: "OK...... Have a good evening. Happy dreams. I love you."

T: "I love you too!" She says that to all her friends.

I don't do jealous. Been there, done that, went insane. I'm too old and mature to keep making that fatal mistake. Let the young and dumb fall for that scam.

As I told ML tonight, "If she's busy with another guy I'll just fuck somebody else. I've got 5 or 6 young hotties ready to go on any given day." And one 50-year-young ex-hooker who fucks for a dinner date.

Today Tracy told me to stop spending time with prostitutes "while at work". She's obsessed with the idea... doesn't help that she walked in on me with one in my bed, but she brought her own customer too (he ran away) lol. I had to promise to spend my entire day with her, even though she spent it with at least two other guys. ML giggled, she's guilty of that too. Her BF shrugged and walked away in disgust.

WTF is wrong with these girls? Dope. From trauma. Our stripper friends took a bullet for visiting ML. BF filed a police report, cops suspect ML and BF of dealing, not a random act of gang violence.

I'm getting her dates to deliver her to me now, saves $10 gas. She has my house key. But ML says she's fucking them in my bed while I'm at work... at least once. MLs seen her give BJs, but nothing else, "She's a tease." And I'm stuck with their dirty laundry. Hooker Incall... lovely. Tracy denies it, with a smile. But ML's jealous, same as Sabrina... all's fair in love and lies. Who knows what's real or make believe? Who cares? Performance is how I test their scores.

At least this time I didn't have to pick her up sans clothes or pants or panties wandering the darkest projects she called home. We started shooting with flash and DSLR. We shot a lil porn. I kiss her ass, on camera.

Tracy is still the nicest person I've met in this lifetime. And perhaps the most beautiful. And packs a whopper sucker punch throwin a head of lettuce at my head lol.

It's a gud day.

With Tracy I do this, a lot


by Disclosure (feat. Sam Smith)

(Never [3x])

You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down (never)
You, you enchant me even when you're not around (never)
If there are boundaries, I will try to knock them down (never)
I’m latching on, babe, now I know what I have found (never)

I feel we're close enough
I wanna lock in your love
I think we’re close enough
Could I lock in your love, baby?

Now I got you in my space
I won’t let go of you (never)
Got you shackled in my embrace
I’m latching on to you (never)

Now I got you in my space
I won’t let go of you (never)
Got you shackled in my embrace
I’m latching on to you (never)

I’m so encaptured, got me wrapped up in your touch (never)
Feel so enamored, hold me tight within your clutch (never)
How do you do it, you got me losing every breath (never)
What did you give me to make my heart beat out my chest (never)

I feel we're close enough
I wanna lock in your love
I think we’re close enough
Could I lock in your love, baby?
I feel we’re close enough
I wanna lock in your love
I think we’re close enough
Could I lock in your love, baby?

Now I got you in my space
I won’t let go of you (never)
Got you shackled in my embrace
I’m latching on to you (never)

Now I got you in my space
I won’t let go of you (never)
Got you shackled in my embrace
I’m latching on to you (never)

Latching on to you
I won’t let go of you (never)
Latching on to you
I won’t let go of you
(Never let go, I won't let go)

Crazy Girl

by Eli Young Band

Baby why you wanna cry?
You really oughta know that I
Just have to walk away sometimes
We're gonna do what lovers do
We're gonna have a fight or two
But I ain't ever changin' my mind

Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
And I wouldn't dream of goin' nowhere
Silly woman, come here, let me hold you
Have I told you lately?
I love you like crazy, girl

Wouldn't last a single day
I'd probably just fade away
Without you, I'd lose my mind
Before you ever came along
I was livin' life all wrong
Smartest thing I ever did was make you all mine

Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
And I wouldn't dream of goin' nowhere
Silly woman, come here, let me hold you
Have I told you lately?
I love you like crazy, girl

Crazy girl

Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
And I wouldn't dream of goin' nowhere
Silly woman, come here, let me hold you
Have I told you lately,
I love you like

Crazy, girl, don't you know that I love you?
And I wouldn't dream of goin' nowhere
Silly woman, come here, let me hold you
Have I told you lately?
I love you like crazy, girl

Like crazy
Crazy girl
Like crazy
Crazy girl
Like crazy

Bad Girlfriend

by Theory of a Deadman

My Girlfriend's a dick magnet My Girlfriend's gotta have it
She's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doing shots, Tip the man he'll
Ring the bell, get her drunk she'll scream like hell.
Dirty girl, gettin' down, dance with guys from outta town.
Grab her ass, actin' tough. Mess with her, she'll fuck you up.
No one really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned, but she's
Comin' back to my place tonight!

She likes to shake her ass she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down she's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend!

Red thong, Party's on, Love this song, sing along.
Come together, leave alone, see you later back at home
No one really knows if she's drunk or is she's stoned
But she's coming back to my place tonight. I say
No one really knows just how far she's gonna go,
But I'm gonna find out later tonight


Doesn't take her long to make things right.
But does it make her wrong to
Have the time of her life. the time of her life
My girlfriend's a dick magnet My girlfriend's gotta have it

She's a gold digger now you figure out it's over, pull the trigger.
Futures finished, there it went, savings gone,
The money spent

I look around and all I see is, no good, bad and ugly,
Man she's hot and fixed to be, the future
Ex-Miss Connolly!


She's a bad, bad girlfriend.
She's a bad, bad girlfriend.

Shakin' Hands

by Nickleback

(Hey, Hey)
She had her eyes on the prize as the girl next door
You grow up quick when you grow up poor
It's the only way to LA that she knows
The Hollywood pose: teeth, tits, and toes

It didn't take her long to leave the boulevard
So many Five Star friends with black credit cards
She'd try anything once
Cause anything goes
It never comes easy when you're digging for gold

(Hey, Hey)
Well she ain't no Cinderella
When she's getting undressed
'Cause she rocks it like the naughty wicked witch of the west
Far too pretty to be giving it cheap
That's why she's making six figures working three days a week
Yeah she'd even break a promise in the promise-land
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands
She'll shake her money maker twice as hard as anyone can
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands (Hey, Hey)
I doubt she'd even let the devil buy her little black book
City Hall would probably fall off if anyone got a look
Every A-List player is her favorite friend
Since they all taste the same in the back of the Benz
A congressman would call her every once in a while
Got the school girl skirt on the top of the pile
She'd done everyone once
And everyone knows
You got to get a little dirty when you're digging for gold

(Hey, Hey)

Far to pretty to be giving it cheap
That's why she's making six figures working three days a week
Yeah she'd even break a promise in the promise-land
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands
She'll shake her money maker twice as hard as anyone can
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands

Well someone spilled the beans and now her name's in the press
Tough to keep it all a secret when you're one of the best
The judge is going easy because he paid for her chest
Yeah he loves little naughty wicked witch of the west

Far to pretty to be giving it cheap
That's why she's making six figures working three days a week
Yeah she'd even break a promise in the promise-land
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands
She'll shake her money maker twice as hard as anyone can
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands
She'll shake her money maker twice as hard as anyone can
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands


Tracy: The Perfect 10

Two hours after Suckerpunch, she calls. Hysterical.

"I've just had a car wreck! I was raped! I stole a car. I've got a head injury and need to go to hospital. I can't go to sleep in the parking lot. Come get me please!"

She's in Fiance's hometown.

Aha, her Fiance is an X, she won't admit. I smile.

"Do you have any gas money?" I inquire. "That's a very long drive."

"No, I was robbed!" of $200.

Uhoh. "I can't pick you up right now, I've got to get some gas money."

ML owes me, today, keeps jerking me around on repayment of her latest loan. For dope, she won't say. Claims she's still clean. "I had to get a Fathers Day gift for Daddy."

"Can you call somebody else?" I suggest.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I can pick you up in a couple hours if you still need a ride."

I hate being broke but these bitches take it all. Can't help everyone all the time. I pray for them. I pray for Tracy. I pray for myself. I really have zero control over them, barely have control over myself.

I get my money from ML. Tracy does not call back. I consider driving down there anyway, search the parking lots for her lifeless corpse. Common sense prevails and I stay at home, safe from Suckerpunch and Popo. Gas tank full, ready for her next call.

I do not wait long........


Tracy: The Perfect 10

After our night of unwedded bliss, kidnapping, hospitalization and arrest, she needs temporary transport.

She pays for gas, breakfast, lunch, hugs and kisses. I like that in a girl lol.

We do her normal shit -- not good for health or wealth.

We talk. "I can get in the car with anyone and never get hurt," she pretends, after telling me of her history of rapes, robberies and assaults, and that's just this week.

I do what I can to steer her in the direction of sanity.

I fail, but plant seeds in her soul. It's tough for a beautiful rich girl to live the life of a streetwalker. I hope.

She calls her "fiance", provides some excuse for his elite status amoung her "hundreds" of boy friends. Sounds like bullshit to me. "He just got out of jail," she explains, as if that makes him more like her main doper trading drugs for sex. Perfect Man. He's gonna meet us for pickup after his one hour drive. Lovely. Update: She later admits he wants to be her pimp.... "He does that for other girls." But she didn't warn me at the time....

Tracy goes into her ADDDDD mode of chasing happiness with chemicals. Many stops, many meet n greets with riffraff. Think Social Butterfly on acid. And heroin. And meth.

Time is running out. Her fiance/pimp keeps calling. She tells me to give him directions. He sounds reasonable, happy to see her.

She begins to refuse his calls. One last stop, she says. She runs inside to do bad things.

He is parked and waiting. He calls. "Where is she?" Agitated.

"At her grannies." He knows exactly where that is. "We will be at your location in 15 minutes," I promise.

He doesn't wait, and drives up with backup. I didn't expect that. Steps out of his vehicle. Walks up to my window. I roll it down.

"You need to leave now!" he begs, face contorted with simmering rage. Rut roh.

"No, she told me to wait for her. I'm just doing what she tells me."

Suckerpunch to my head. Hard. I feel his pain. Just above my teeth.

"WTF is wrong with you?!" I point out his insanity, in case he didn't know. I understand she often has that effect on weaker men. Her siren lures them to their doom. Caveat emptor. An eyewitness runs into the house.

"I'm only driving her because the cops called me to pick her up at hospital today." Yeah, I spent the night fucking your fiance lol, I didn't say.

"I'm getting my baseball bat and gonna smash your windows!" I can't see what she sees in him lol.

I'm slow to abandon my friend to this lunatic.

He reaches behind his back for a firearm....

OK, Command Decision time. Not gonna wait to call his bluff. It would be a shame to kill him, he gave me the green light of self defense: "Officer, I feared for my life!" I put it in reverse and make a slow strategic retreat. Calling the cops is not an option. She has warrants and is doin drugs, allegedly. Death by lead poisoning is not on my menu today. She's not my GF. She's his "fiance". She wanted him, she called him, she got him. He probably won't kill her.

Tracy runs out of the house and into the arms of Fiance, jumping him with both legs wrapped around his crotch. Happy is her middle name. XOXO.

I continue backing out very slowly, assessing The Situation. She runs to my car, yelling back to Fucker, "It's ok, he's my friend!"

"Don't go!?" she begs me. I stop.

"Your fiance just punched me in the head and threatened to smash my windows and shoot me." I throw him under my bus, hard, back over him a few times. "It's best I go so this don't get out of control. Are you sure you'll be safe with him?

"Yeah, it's ok," says the nicest most trusting person I've ever met. That scares me and Sabrina very much.

"OK then, be safe. Call me if you need anything. Love you."

"I love you too." No xoxo this time. Wouldn't be prudent.

I drive away in a dead calm. Zero rise in blood pressure. I've been punched in the head many times, a lot harder than that... boxing, karate, football, car wrecks, ex wife.

Dude, you have no idea what you've unleashed.... Karma is The Bitch. Ha!

UPDATE BY W&H: "Fiance" is a pimp who owns an escort service.... I got his name, number and business.

Emergency 911

Tracy: The Perfect 10

The police call, is she dead, a punch to the head, tears and screams, she is dead...

1 am, I'm relaxing in bed. The phone screams.

"This is the E911 Dispatch for the shriff of Oregon County. Do you know a Tracy Marchetti?

"Yes, but I didn't know that was her last name." Sabrina introduced us.

"You need to come to Oregon County Hospital right now."

"Uh," did I do anything with her to get arrested for? No? "Ok."

I get directions, far away, calculate fuel costs. Doable.

"Do you know what her injuries are?"

"No." Oh shit. Rape, OD or murder?

I get dressed and pile into the car, hit the highways.

Long drive, I get to contemplate her situation. And mine.

I call Dispatch and get update on directions. Pull into the hospital parking lot, there she is sitting in the dark, waiting for me. I stop and she piles in. We hug. I'm so glad she's not dead. You have no idea.

We talk. We drive. Mostly she talks, describing her Hellish adventure. And her arrest today.

Her body is bruised, cut and beaten. Severely. Long, confused, story. Raped. Chased through woods. Bitten by a poisonous creature of death. Her face is ready to fall off! Amnesia.

What a difference a week can make....

I'm flattered she called me, she trusted me. With her life. She thanks me profusely.

I had stalked her on Fuckbook. Holy Hell she's a Perfect 10! A few years ago. Her FB pics exhibit porn star hotness from a Good Girl next door. She's an expert at hair and makeup and wardrobe. A genius, actually. A Michaelangelo of MUA. A Picaso of PUA. An idiot savant of feminine wild.

How can this lady fall from hottie to naughty? Another Broken Doll]. I listen to her tale of tears and thrills. She wants desperately to return to her rightful state of perfection. Her "Badass Bitch" as she calls it. Is she ready? Her tears say Yes. Mine too. She has a stalker...herself?! Our $100,000 modeling future just took a major nosedive, but nothin a lil TLC can't fix.

She says she loves me. We discuss marriage... something she says to every date lol. She wants to give up her life of crimes to be a housewife. One man, one woman, hiding out from The Law in their lil house on the prairie with a white picket fence and backdoor escape route.

"Would you marry me?" she asks deadly serious. Despite her facial injuries and madness, she's so beautiful, polite and sweet. Nicest person I ever met. Except when the wigger bitch cums out to play.

"Of course!" No lie. I can rebuild Ferraris and supersonic jets; rebuilding her is not much different. Life with a high-maintence machine is worth it, if you can handle gettin your hands, heart and soul dirty, and the odd speeding ticket or antiaircraft flak. Or it can kill you.

We enter a gas station, she pays to play. I make a point to hint to the clerk that I didn't do that battle damage. Don't want the cops called back.

"Do you want something to eat?" I ask my new found friend.

"Can we just eat at your place?" she asks with more than a hint of desperado. "But nobody can know I'm there!!! Promise?!" Her paranoia is strangely attractive.

"Sure." Who am I to say No to a Perfect 10, brutalized or otherwise? Haunted, in Hell. A hell of her own choosing.

She spins more yarns, her confusion is more than a little disturbing. Not a full deck for this beautiful one. The drugs have fried her brain, hopefully not a permanent scarring. She says she needs them. Shocking in her insistance despite evidence to contrary. Xanax is her preferred pill of psychic pain relief, but everything goes, at maximum dose. Her split personality is showing. Invisible frenemies. Voices in her head. Schizophrenia? Drug-induced, or the Real Deal? Her soul is bleeding all over me.

We arrive at my lair. Good thing I cleaned today. Gotta keep the PUA alive. Guys r pigs.

We walk up the stairs, past my portfolio of hotties.

"I know that girl!" She points to Miss Lovely, giving birth.

"Are you sure?" Small world. Glad I put those pics back on the wall then lol.

"Yeah, we used to do doubles together. We actually got kicked out Super Six Hotel one time."

"That'll be a good story to tell me sometime." No kidding. She giggled. I smiled a smirk. I can play that game too, with her and ML.... I love it when a plan cums together!

"Let me take a shower before we eat," she asks. Her everything is quite dirty.

"Of course," I direct her to my stylish shower and feminine toiletries.

She strips. I look, staring is a real possibility. Her body would be classified as almost perfect. Her drug usage dropped her perhaps 5 or 10 pounds below her ideal weight, so her hips are not as curvatious as her trampstamp deserves. But her waist is perfect. Boobs are perfect, suitable for a 16 year old not a 22. Long legs. Spinner with extreme class. A Valley Girl voice, yet a wigger at heart of darkness. She has many wounds, including her shaved pussy.

She climbs in shower then tub and scrubs the naughty off. Again and again. For two hours. We talk. I wash and rinse my lil friend. We laugh. She cries. We bond. "I love you's." We dry. I administer First Aid.

We eat a small meal, prepared by yours truly. "That's the best egg sandwich I've ever tasted!" she enthrals.

"My secret ingredient is Love," I lay it on thick.

Bedtime in my bordello.

We get naked, together. We massage. We play.

We climb between the sheets. She's so affectionate! Cuddlebuddies.

We discuss her potential career change to supermodel. I display my wares on my cellphone. Dozens of hot models I shot, many sans clothing, many in hot poses, many in full hardcore porn...with me. Including Miss Lovely. Tracy's seen plenty of that already! As hot as Tracy is, she's still awful jealous of ML, and Sabrina. She critiques a few of ML's best shots. She loves watching my dick fuck her friend, Miss Lovely...both stills and video...I like that quality in a woman! She's so friggin horny, snuggled next to me, nude, watching me fuck in porn, jealous of her friends, but in a hot way. Sabrina loved watching my fuck ML in porn, too, once upon a time, back when Sabrina was fucking me, hard.

We kiss...long, soft, wet. He boobies are perfect...I suck, she moans. I feel her clit,...she gasps...I explore...she's wet.

She grabs my hard dick.

"It's so big! Holy cow!" It grows more with her fondling. "It's so hard! Mmmmmm...." She grips it hard.

My hot lil hooker whispers, "Can we fuck? Can we fuck, for free?" Her voice falters, begs.

Who am I to say no? That would be rude to my houseguest! I man up. Hard.

She begs. We make love. She moans. She screams.

We cum, not.

"You're only the second guy to not cum!" She's thrilled! "Most just put it in and cum right away," she ponders her fate.

"I usually last an hour, my girls usually cum a dozen times or more." She's impressed....

"I usually don't cum. Never did with my first BF. That lasted 5 years." Side effect of opiates, or just ignorant lazy bastards?

"Where is he now?" I look over my shoulder....

"Prison. 5 years. Dope." Her unlimited supplier, who got her hooked and ruined her life. He sent her one love letter in several years... so she's still in love... while fucking only God knows how many.

"Well, you've gotta let me give you what you want, the way I wanna give it," I promise.

"Definitely! Let's do that," she smiles a killer smile.

"How many guys can you call for, uh, favors?" I don't wanna know, I'm sure.

"Hundreds! haha" Damn. Damn them to Hell!

The best part is next. Cops seized her corporate pill. No sedation allowed tonight. Her hormones are stuck in overdrive. We attempt sleep. We cuddle, nude. For 4 hours... every position imaginable, every position perfect. Damn! I've never experienced anything like that before. She's like a child, with an insatiable need to touch, hold, kiss, hug. To love. I eat her up. She devours me.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asks while staring deep into my hazel eyes, eyes that match hers...for now.

"No. Are you planning to rob me?" I inquire of the convicted car thief allegedly wanted in 2 states.

"No!" she giggles. We melt into each other. Trust. We finally sleep.

She sleeps 18 hours.......... WTF?! Sleep disorder.

I don't mind the slightest. Best...snuggles...evar!

I text Miss Lovely during our hours of skin-to-skin full-body contact. I send her a face pic for I.D. confirmation.

ML: "I know her. I used to work with her. How did u meet her?"

W&H: "Sabrina introduced us. She said Tracy would do everything she wouldn't lol. And she wasn't kidding!" I stick the knife in, deep. Then twist it.

ML: "You paid her to fuck u?!" ML wanted that money, to not fuck me.

W&H: "Nope. She begged to fuck, for free, because she wanted to. She paid ME."

A concept ML cannot comprehend: the best things in life are free. But once upon a time she did.... A concept I'm still trying to help ML remember. A concept I lived today, for the price of my heart and soul.

to be cuntinued.....

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Dirty dirty girl

W&H: "I live this every day lol."


by In This Moment

I hate you for the sacrifices you made for me
I hate you for every time you ever bled for me

I hate you for the way you smile when you look at me

I hate you for never taking control of me

I hate you for always saving me from myself

I hate you for always choosing me and not someone else

I hate you for always pulling me back from the edge

I hate you for every kind word you ever said

I'll bleed you dry now

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth

I'm not that easy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

I'm a dirty, dirty girl

I want it filthy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth

I'm not that easy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

I'm a dirty, dirty girl

I want it filthy

I love you for everything you ever took from me

I love the way you dominate and you violate me

I love you for every time you gave up on me

I love you for the way you look when you lie to me

I love you for never believing in what I say

I love you for never once giving me my way

I love you for never delivering me from pain

I love you for always driving me insane

I'll bleed you dry now

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth

I'm not that easy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

I'm a dirty, dirty girl

I want it filthy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth

I'm not that easy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

I'm a dirty, dirty girl

I want it filthy

I hate you, I hate you, I love...

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth

I'm not that easy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

I'm a dirty, dirty girl

I want it filthy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth

I'm not that easy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

I'm a dirty, dirty girl

I want it filthy I hate you for every time you ever bled for me

Monday, June 23, 2014

The Stripper Notebook: Episode 6


by Sabrina

I miss my babies so much. Got to talk to em today, felt so good to hear their voices. Beverly started her period. Seems like it wasn't that long ago she was a baby. Tiffany will be 9 in 8 days. And Nadine started school this past monday. Hate wasn't there. As a mother, I know what needs to be done to get back to Sabrina. God please give me the strength to kick this habbit. Keep my babies safe. The devils working against me and he's got the best of me for some time now. So ready to kick him to the curb.

Beverly, Tiffany and Nadine I LOVE you girls and miss you dearly!

W&H: DCS officially said it's okay for her rapist pedophile babydaddy to rape her daughters and force Sabrina to dig her own grave.... We often discuss what she needs to get back to Sabrina, but I can't afford it now. She's terrified of dying in jail from her epileptic seizures during self-detox. She's terrified of dying from OD or murder outside of jail. She's even more terrified of losing her married BF in jail. I do what I can for my friend, as I have always done. Things her married BF cannot do and never will do....

Girl, given up by adoptive parents, made to dig own grave in abusive new home

Nora Gateley, now 26, was given up at birth in China to parents in Florida who ‘rehomed’ her to an abusive family in Trenton, Tenn., after growing tired of her. Rehoming is the illegal practice of transferring unwanted adopted kids to new homes. She thought she landed in a “dream.” The reality was a nightmare.

Nora Gateley, now 26, says she was forced to dig her own grave and scrub the floor with a toothbrush after her adoptive parents shipped her to a woman they’d met online, NBC News reported as part of joint investigation with Reuters.

‘“Get out and go dig your own grave,’” Gateley says her new mom told her. “‘I don’t care if you die. Nobody will find you. You were not even here in the first place.’”

Gateley was 14 when she went to live with Tom and Debra Schmitz in Tennessee. Her biological parents abandoned her at birth in China, and she spent her first 12 years racked with polio in an orphanage.

She thought she was the “luckiest girl in the world” when an American couple took her home with them to the Florida Keys.

Life in the United State was at first “awesome, living a dream,” but darkened rapidly, Gateley said.

The Florida parents soon grew tired of their new daughter and accused her of hitting one of their other children.

They decided to unload the teen on the Schmitz family.

The process of swapping unwanted kids from international adoptions gone bad is called “rehoming.”

Adoptive parents experiencing remorse can tap into online networks where they can ship their kids to another family without the government looking over their shoulders.

Guardians sometimes sign over legal authority, or power of attorney, to the new parents. Authorities say interstate transfers are illegal, but violators are rarely caught or punished.

The system leaves kids like Gateley vulnerable.

She was one of at least nine adopted and rehomed kids when she arrived at the Schmitzes’ isolated farmhouse in Trenton, Tenn. The couple would eventually collect a total of 17 of the children.

Nora Gateley’s Tennessee guardian received six months in jail and probation in 2006 after pleading guilty to 14 counts of child abuse and one count of trafficking. Today NBC

Nora Gateley’s Tennessee guardian received six months in jail and probation in 2006 after pleading guilty to 14 counts of child abuse and one count of trafficking.

Debra Schmitz kept control through a sadistic system of physical punishment and mental torture, according to Gateley.

“I knew she’d lost her mind by day 2,” Gateley said.

She said Debra Schmitz would take away the brace she needed to walk on her polio-ravaged leg. And there were the “graves.”

Sometimes, Gateley was forced into the role of tiny prison guard, supervising younger kids as they dug. At least once, she spent three hours digging her own body-size hole, NBC reported.

“She said, ‘Get out and go dig your own grave,’” Gateley said. “‘Nobody will find you.’”

She and the other children were rescued by a visiting nurse, who gave her a tape recorder to document the abuse.

Debra Schmitz was sentenced in 2006 to six months in jail and put on probation after pleading guilty to 14 counts of child abuse and one count of trafficking.

Her then-husband’s record was expunged.

Gateley moved in with a new family after escaping the Schmitz house and says life improved.

“I’m happy,” she said. “I have people that love and care about me … I’m very humble and very happy and just blessed that I’m out of that situation.”

She now lives on her own and works in a doctor’s office.


Sunday, June 22, 2014

The Stripper Notebook: Episode 5


by Sabrina

Well I won't be seeing Bigfoot today either. I feel so crazy the way I feel about him. He's by far the best lover I've ever had. I mean I got it pretty bad when I'm writing in a journal. LOL!

W&H: She says her first orgasm was with Bigfoot at age 28. I guess getting punched in the face and forced to dig her own grave didn't turn her on for her babydaddys....

Happy Fathers Day Truth or Dare

My Sabrina

I'm happy. Finally got her to work a real job, showing her pussy to strange men. Legitmate, lawful, God-given work! What a pleasant change.

I pick her up at her CPA friend's house, the guy who says he loves her and she says I love you back. The guy who licked her pussy. The guy who let me fuck her on his bed while he did somebody's taxes and watched on security cam, as she hid from BF. The guy she burgled and robbed of $200 and spent 6 months in jail for, until her paid her bail and refused to prosecute. The guy who feels sorry for her, paying her $50,000 over the years. The strip club associate. The guy who gave her gas money for this roadtrip, payment for pigstye cleaning services.

We begin our 8-hour driving marathon. Sabrina usually sleeps most of the way, we rarely talk, I'm just a taxi driver. It'll be fun lol, I get to see, hear and touch beautiful, naked ladies.... And I get to see Sabrina's pussy, something I've not seen since our last trip. Sabrina may finally get to meet her father in a VIP dance on Fathers Day, I lol in tactical silence.

Her bitchshield is up on maximum alert. It's gonna be one of Those Days. I dodge verbal insults, making zero attempt at conversation. I just ignore her. I trust her to be safe and responsible. And sane. Big mistake!

She lost her cell, left on top of the car after a gas stop. We double back to look for it, it gone. She cancels it calmly, a little too calmly. Sure she didn't pay for it, she never pays for it, her manfriends do. The secret life of a 10. Or a 9.5.

Every word out of my mouth results in a slapdown. I put the earbuds in and crank it up. She cannot disturb my calm. I'm texting while she drives. Usually she's texting while she drives. My job is to protect her, my little mafia princess. I fail occasionally. When she pushes me away bad things happen.

She has no idea who her father is. Daddy is a customer of her hooker mom. She wonders in every VIP dance, "Is this my daddy?!"

I know she's mad cuz her XBF is on vacation with wifey n kids.

I know she's mad at me for refusing to do crimes with her. We had The Talk. I dropped the hammer. I turned down her offer of a weekend vacation and crime spree, remembering the fate of Bonny and Clyde. Sweet offer, same she gave BF. He fell for it, now he's a dope dealer. Hell hath no fury like a criminal scorned. I've got bigger better things in mind for her....

"Do you hate me?" I ask.

No answer. "I've got to work some things out."

"Well, I'm having an awesome day." I go back to my music buds. She's actually driving like an adult today, a pleasant change. The calm before the storm.

She drives most of the way before pulling over for shift change. She cuddles up to sleep, refusing her fav pillow. She's angry. And damn cute in her stolen tanktop and bootyshorts. "I steal to feel better about myself," I recall her saying. She's insane, everyone agrees, including her. Major head trauma, she blames.

What happens in Strip Club stays in Strip Club

We arrive safely. A third of my job is done. My gift to her, including half a tank of free gas. It's gonna be a long night. It's already been a long day, so I take a power nap in the car, waiting for business to pick up before I go inside and play.

I wake to knocking on the window.

It's Sabrina with a bouncer. What time is it? Shit, it's only been two hours?! I unlock the doors and she jumps inside.

"Hurry up we gotta go! He's gonna leave. Just pull out and go across the street to the burger place."

Lovely. This sounds like fun. I drove 8 hours and spent my money, but no pussy galore for me.

Bad things happen when I'm not in there to hold her hand, make her laugh, give her bodyrubs, a friend among frenemies. I never expected her to leave before working at least 6 hours of a full shift. Guess I'll have to sleep at the end of the shift next time.

She explains it was a bad night. Very slow, not like she hoped. Only one dance. And that customer invited her to a private dance at his hotel. I park across the street, her date is waiting. Lovely, another "stripper outcall" or whatever the fuck it is. I need to be paid 50% to make that shit work.

The private meeting on the private show takes place in full view of club management. As we pull out, a bouncer is pacing the parking lot looking for exactly that. This is a classy club. Suspected prostitution outcall is not allowed. They expect each customer to spend his $39,000 per diem on the club, not a dancer's private piggy bank. That's what $10,000 bottles of champagne are for.

It's a longer drive than she was told, in the opposite direction to our return home. More of my gas gets burned, more of my time wasted.

We discuss that nights events.

"They saw you meet that customer."

"I know, I saw him too."

"So what happens now? Are you fired?"

"Well, I was already told if I did that, not only would I be fired from that club, but I'd never work at any club on the West Coast." I guess clubs would have no dancers and no profit by the end of a shift, if every dancer left early for private shows, taking the customer's money with them. They consider that robbery of the club.

Hmmmm. Sabotaging her career? Wants to be BF's sugarbaby as her fulltime job? Rage at her missing father on Father's Day? Damn, I shoulda gone inside without sleep, held her hand, massaged her legs, rubbed her neck, let her have a friend. I let her down again. I'm slacking today. She's very difficult to keep up with. Recalibrate and carry on.

We arrive at the notel. It's after midnight. She meets her date. How do I provide security if I can't see his face? What if he's a serial killer? What if it's another of her gangrapes? They go inside. After 5 minutes they come outside, I roll down the window. He's got no money! WTF? She refused to dance without prepay. They gotta go to an ATM, they take his car. I shoulda followed them. This is nuts, he's nuts. She's nuts. They make it back safely, to my surprise. They go back inside to do the deed, whatever that may be.

I recall ML's BF describing how ML conned him into driving her to "stripper outcalls", as ML snickered and smirked. He didn't get the picture until a cop arrested him for being her pimp. A disgruntled wife had arranged a sting for her hubbie, except there was no hubby, just a cop wanting to fuck. Somehow they both escaped jail and prosecution for solicitation. I guess the cop failed her copcheck. He probably wanted to get laid. The wife later called to apologize.

After 10 minutes Sabrina comes running out of the notel with a grin on her face. Not a good sign.

"Let's go go go!"

We go go go, at a normal safe speed.

"I bet he's feeling pretty stupid right now!" She's laughing a maniacal giggle, describing how she cash-n-dashed him. Did I mention she's a pathological liar?

"I told him to make himself more comfortable in his boxers. When he dropped his pants I ran out the door!" She gets off on robbing people. I think she does it every day. She's certainly cash-n-dashed me plenty of times, but like her other close "friends" I keep coming back for more. I feel sorry for her too, like the wayward daughter I never had. She's my pennance for abortion on Fathers Day.

I wonder if she'll get another complaint at the club from a frustrated customer? Yep, she's fired.

To be fair, she did give him an hour of her time outside the club, just not the experience he was expecting. Welcome to my world.

We drive home. She cuddles up to me in the car, relaxed as much as humanly possible, wrapped in her new blanket I bought her during one of her crime sprees. She asks for her usual post-stripping massage, I provide, without pouting. She sleeps, I drive, to keep her safe and secure, dodging the carnage from plenty of deer strikes, thank ye whistlers.

We arrive. She awakens, directs me to a diner for breakfast.

I make conversation.

"Do you like your job as a dancer?"

"I despise it."

"That's not a very good attitude for a stripper, but most people hate their jobs. So is this your last night working as a stripper?"

"I doubt it."

"The key is to find a job you love. I hope my new career is like that." I hope it's in the porn business lol. Imagine doing this shit every day....

No one else is in the diner besides cops. Lovely. She calmly directs me to sit within a taser's throw of the police state killers. Scary they don't recognize an alleged wanted criminal when they see one, especially one as hot as that, nearly naked at 5 am. I guess they've seen many strippers leaving work before.

She's cold. I wrap her in her pink blankie.

"Why do you have a pink blanket in your car?" She giggles.

"It's for you, you look good in it, beats the puke green one. Besides you stole my last one."

"No I didn't, you gave it to me!" The thief mocks.

She pays with her alleged stolen loot. "Thanks for breakfast."

She smiles. "See, I'm not a bitch 24/7, just 9 to 5 haha!"

"So have you got your own room, or sharing one?"

"Got my own, Bigfoot paid for it, was worried about me while he was on vacation."

"I understand that."

"I'll get him to get me a new phone when he gets back."

"What about GPS tracking and reading all your texts?"

"He don't do that anymore."

"That's nice, very mature of him."

"Not really, he just don't care anymore."


"I don't know why I call him daddy, I've never done that for a man before."

"You obviously have a need for a daddy, a sugardaddy."

"No, he's not that anymore."

"He's got you exclusively, or do you have another BF?"

"No, I don't got him anymore."

We arrive at her bedbug notel.

"I love you," I wish she'd let me.

"You too." The nightstalker walks away into the night.

I drive home, alone, again. If BF is out of town, with no cell tracker, no reason I can't sleepover with her, no reason she can't stay with me. But she's got a meet n greet with a dealer in 2 hours. She rarely sleeps. She gets more sleep on our roadtrips than any other time, in my experience.

Time for a new GF. Or at least Ashton who fucks me and cuddles me and talks to me so good, at a highly discounted rate.... I cuddle with my pets in bed, without bedbugs, loved to sleep.

She soon calls, can't go back to sleep or get epileptic seizures in sunlight. Needs a ride to an "appointment" at noon. OK, I'll play. Another opportunity to steer her in a positive direction lol.

I arrive. Another dope run I presume, though I have no eyewitness evidence, since I'm almost never invited to the "party". Guess she don't like discussing addiction cures while she's shooting up.

When she returns, I note the tourniquet mark on her forearm. She's already done it then. The truth serum has been administered. Time for Truth or Dare.

"Why are you so tense lately? Because your BF is on vacation with his wife and family?"

"He's not my BF anymore. He don't want anything to do with me. He's done with me."

"He's just tired of the addiction. It's an expensive disease, like cancer."

"I know. I try, but I fail. He doesn't understand."

"Yeah, I understand that."

"I'm so mad at you."

"OK. Why? Because I give you all my money and time, anytime you want it?"

"No. Why did you post those pics on fuckbook?"

"Those 3 pics BF found out of a 1,000? Why did you tell him to look at my site? Yeah, I should've pulled those down but I forgot about em. Your face was not visible. Guess I was pissed about all your cash-n-dash. I apologize." I'm not completely powerless, I guess.

"Why do you answer my calls?" She looks at me funny, I guess because no one else answers her calls 24/7. Her babydaddys punched her in the face and made her dig her own grave.

"Because I love you. I see your beauty, inner and outer. I see the real you, sometimes. Mostly I see an addict with a disease and there's nothing beautiful about that, but the real Sabrina I like very much. I miss that we used to have fun and I want to be your friend. I don't want to enable you because that hurts you in the long run. You say you want to get clean and I know you mean it to get your kids back. There's no other way to get your kids."

"Yeah, I know." I know she loves them, even though they came from rapes. Now they're being raped by pedophiles, thanks to DCS.

"I want to help you not hurt you. And I want to fuck the real you someday when you're clean, I'm really looking forward to that lol."

She looks at me and smiles, a satisfied look of peace on her face, first time in a while. I love it when she does that.

But mostly I just want to strangle her. Every day I hope it's the last time I see her, or at least I hope she's arrested and put in jail for a long time. To "detox". Lol.


"These people can never be your friends," my retired cop buddy told me about my doper friends, from a lifetime of experience with his own addicted friends and family.

Yeah, using me for financial favors is not friendship. I've had the Real Thing and I know it when I see it. I'm trying to teach that to my sex workers, if they will let me. Of course, I'd never trust a cop to be a friend, either.

Her daily calls continue... but now I'm getting too many calls at too many hours from too many people, gotta find time to sleep. I'm starting to miss the important ones.... Need two phone lines, need a new ho phone.


by Ke$ha

Rah! [2x]

I-i-i have a heart I swear I do
But just not baby when it comes to you
I get so hungry when you say you love me (hush)
If you know what's good for you
I think you're hot I think you're cool
You're the kinda guy I'd stalk in school
But now that I'm famous, you're up my anus
Now I'm gonna eat you fool!

I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch
Then when I'm thirsty, I drink their blood
Carnivore animal, I am a cannibal
I eat boys up, you better run
I am Cannibal (cannibal, cannibal, I am)
I am cannibal (Cannibal) (I'll eat you up) (I am)
I am cannibal (cannibal, cannibal, I am)
I am cannibal (cannibal) (I'll eat you up)

Whenever you tell me I'm pretty
That's when the hunger really hits me
Your little heart goes pitter patter
I want your liver on a platter
Use your finger to stir my tea
And for dessert I'll suck your teeth
Be too sweet and you'll be a gonner
Yep, I'll pull a Jeffrey Dahmer

I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch
Then when I'm thirsty, I drink their blood
Carnivore animal, I am a cannibal
I eat boys up, you better run
I am cannibal (cannibal, cannibal, I am)
I am cannibal (cannibal) (I'll eat you up) (I am)
I am cannibal (cannibal, cannibal, I am)
I am cannibal (cannibal) (I'll eat you up)

Ohohwoahohwoah [8x]

I am cannibal
I am cannibal (I'll eat you up)
I am cannibal
I am cannibal (I'll eat you up)

I love you
I warned you

Bad Girlfriend

Theory Of A Deadman

My girlfriend's a dick magnet, my girlfriend's gotta have it
She's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doing shots
Tip the man, he'll ring the bell, get her drunk, she'll scream like hell
Dirty girl, getting down, dance with guys from outta town
Grab her ass, acting tough, mess with her, she'll fuck you up
No on really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned
But she's coming back to my place tonight

She likes to shake her ass, she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down, she's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend

Red thong, party's on, love this song, sing along
Come together, leave alone, see you later back at home
No one really knows if she's drunk or is she's stoned
But she's coming back to my place tonight
I say no one really knows just how far she's going to go
But I'm gonna find out later tonight

She likes to shake her ass, she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down, she's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend

Doesn't take her long to make things right
But does it make her wrong to have the time of her life
The time of her life?
My girlfriend's a dick magnet, my girlfriend's gotta have it

She's a gold digger, now you figure out it's over, pull the trigger
Future's finished, there it went, savings gone, the money spent
Look around and all I see is no good, bad and ugly
Man, she's hot and fixed to be the future ex-Miss Connelly

She likes to shake her ass, she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down, she's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend, she's a bad, bad girlfriend
She's a bad, bad girlfriend

Somewhere Out There

by Our Lady of Peace

Last time I talked to you
You were lonely and out of place
You were looking down on me
Lost out in space
We laid underneath the stars
Strung out and feeling brave
I watched the red orange glow
I watched you float away
Down here in the atmosphere
Garbage and city lights
You've gone to save your tired soul
You've gone to save our lives
I turned on the radio
To find you on satellite
I’m waiting for this sky to fall
I’m waiting for a sign
All we are
Is all so far

You're falling back to me
You're a star that I can see
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
You're falling out of reach
Defying gravity
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
Hope you remember me
When you're home sick
and need a change
I miss your purple hair
I miss the way you taste
I know you'll come back someday
On a bed of nails I’ll wait
I’m praying that you don’t burn out
Or fade away
All we are
Is all so far

You're falling back to me
You're a star that I can see
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
You're falling out of reach
Defying gravity
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
You're falling back to me
You're a star that I can see
I know you're out there
You're falling out of reach
Defying gravity
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
You're falling back to me
You're a star that I can see
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
You're falling out of reach
Defying gravity
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
You're falling back to me
I know
I know
You're falling out of reach
I know

I asked my hooker to marry me

Again. Technically a retired hooker, er, callgirl, escort. Miss Lovely. 21 years young.

Technically, it's a favor to her. To get her baby back, in the Real World. To rescue love. Perhaps to save her life. We are not in love. I love her as a friend, she said she loved that once upon a time. I don't want her to die.

I asked her first 9 months ago, while kissing, hugging and massaging her naked preggie body, in a jacuuzi, a week before she went clean and sober. A legal tactic to keep her baby, since her married BF was already a deadbeat dad and flunking dope tests. She'd already asked me to get ready to move in with her, after she kicked BF out, "If he don't clean up." He never did.

I wish I'd mentioned that marital offer in court in front of my family, x-wife, the lecherous judge and the laughing gallery of p-nuts. All Hell broke loose when my alcoholic divorced wife met ML for the first time, running from the room screaming "Whore Bitch" over and over for 15 minutes. Very mature for a 50-year-old military veteran. Yes we got divorced a year prior. Yes I fucked up letting ML sleep an extra hour, she looked so cute hogging the bed, cuddled with the dog hogging the bed. ML was my star witness in court. The judge made fun of her boobies. "Were they too small? my dad asked. "No, too big lol," was my reply. That's what the entire trial was about, me asking ML to marry me, and my family's insane reaction to that secret (no idea she was a hooker). Jerry Springer could do a show on it. ML and I had a laugh at the legal system over a meal afterwards. At least I got my $500,000 inheritance back this week.

Now her deadbeat alcoholic married BF is still flunking dope tests. And aiding and abeting her return to opiates and probable addiction. And he owes $10,000 child support, his puny paychecks garnisheed at 100%, so he refuses to work fulltime at a 2nd job. ML still begs me to pay her bills, and his... child support, rent, car, cigs, court costs to keep her out and jail and get her baby back... and now opana. Don't forget the tampons.

I'm so close to walking away forever.... Anyone else would. Everyone else did. But I've met her soul (or souls), and we're compatible in many areas, with many shared interests. And her family don't hate me as much as BF lol.

Mine is not a romantic proposition, since lack of money is still a temporary issue, and we've not had our affair in 8 months. Besides, she said she feels no emotion, towards anyone, except her baby. I'm just trying to take care of her and baby, as long as she wants me to. It's apparently not BF's. Pretty sure it's not mine. Looks like one of her customers, Babydaddy, who immediately cockblocked me after I told him it might be his. She told me she had no idea who the daddy was, just hoped it wasn't brown. It wasn't. But BF has taken no DNA test, nor has he filed for divorce. If he refuses to take care of his own kids, what makes her think he'll take care of someone elses?

I'm willing to step up and get the job done. My offer still stands. I tell her. I want to make up for her stolen childhood, her abandonments, her pains, her fears, if she gives me the chance, before it's too late and addiction sets in. I understand her need to self-medicate anxiety disorder and depression, her doctors are refusing to do so. But it's a trap they want her to fall into. I'm sorry it's not more romantic, but this is an emergency.

Monogamy or open relationship is ok by me, so long as it works both ways, something ML has refused to allow in the past, with 20 guys a week for her, once-a-week fun allowed for BF. She made me the same offer, I refused. Now she don't fuck anybody, BF included. Ha! When fucking me her fav song was Fuckmachine.... She added, "But you can only call me whore when fucking!"

"We're just roommates," BF whines from the apartment he pays no rent on, but I do. No pay, no play. I'm still in the game, no matter what cockblocking Laurel, BF, Babydaddy and her parents say.

Sure, BF's her doper buddy and "former" dealer, who's always been "loyal" to her. But I'm the only guy who can get HER baby back... her only hope for love and sanity in a cruel insane world... her only hope to survive clean and sober, since only love for her baby got her clean in the first place (her words), an addiction she said would kill her.......

After 30 years of success, I know the secret to staying clean. Love. Of life. That's why I loved her, she let me into her life, I lived it all, for a lil while. I still feel ridiculously happy in her presence, what lil time she gives me.

There's a couple of issues to be resolved in her life and mine, before The Proposition can come true. It's still a hypothetical. Situations change. Reality can pull even the closest couple apart. Time will tell. Heaven or Hell?


by Rude

Saturday morning jumped out of bed
And put on my best suit
Got in my car and raced like a jet
All the way to you
Knocked on your door with heart in my hand
To ask you a question
'Cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man, yeah

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?
Say yes, say yes 'cause I need to know
You say I'll never get your blessing 'til the day I die
Tough luck, my friend, but the answer is 'No'

Why you gotta be so rude?
Don't you know I'm human too?
Why you gotta be so rude?
I'm gonna marry her anyway

Marry that girl
Marry her anyway
Marry that girl
Yeah, no matter what you say
Marry that girl
And we'll be a family
Why you gotta be so

I hate to do this, you leave no choice
Can't live without her
Love me or hate me we will be both
Standing at that altar
Or we will run away
To another galaxy, you know
You know she's in love with me
She will go anywhere I go

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?
Say yes, say yes 'cause I need to know
You say I'll never get your blessing 'til the day I die
Tough luck, my friend, 'cause the answer's still 'No"

Why you gotta be so rude?
Don't you know I'm human too?
Why you gotta be so rude?
I'm gonna marry her anyway

Marry that girl
Marry her anyway
Marry that girl
No matter what you say
Marry that girl
And we'll be a family
Why you gotta be so

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?
Say yes, say yes 'cause I need to know
You say, I'll never get your blessing 'til the day I die
Tough luck, my friend, but 'No' still means 'No'!

Why you gotta be so rude?
Don't you know I'm human too?
Why you gotta be so rude?
I'm gonna marry her anyway

Marry that girl
Marry her anyway
Marry that girl
No matter what you say
Marry that girl
And we'll be a family
Why you gotta be so
Why you gotta be so
Why you gotta be so rude?

You Don't Marry The Stripper, You Just Date Her

by Carridale

You're spreading around this town like a fever of a hundred and three but you won't get close to me. This isn't getting any easier, but I don't wanna do away with her. Cut me to my knees it shows me everything I need to know. So come on and just say it. And I'll be sure to listen up for you. I want it all, baby all you could give to just get me through. My head's been spinnning cuz I keep thinking about those summer nights. Our favorite songs played all night long under the start on Chula Vista Dr. And it kills me to understand the lies you fed me at that time, but I'm so pathetic, I don't regret it, I'm still wishin you were hear tonight. So cut me to my knees it shows me everything I need to know, about the way it goes, when a girl like you meets a boy like me. And its all so irrelevant, it's all so decadent. I just can't take it. I'm so frustrated. Because another boy will take you home.

Jesus and Mary MILF

How do you make a whore moan?

Ask her to marry you!

"And the companion of the savior was Mary Magdalene. Christ loved Mary more than all the disciples, and used to kiss her often on her mouth. The rest of the disciples were offended by it and expressed disapproval. They said to him, 'Why do you love her more than all of us?' The Savior answered and said to them, 'Why do I not love you like her?'"
-Gospel of Philip 63.34-36, Holy Bible

'Mary Magdalene was one of Jesus' most celebrated disciples, and the most important woman disciple in the movement of Jesus.[3] Jesus cleansed her of "seven demons", [Lu 8:2] [Mk 16:9] conventionally interpreted as referring to complex illnesses.[4] She became most prominent during his last days, being present at the cross after the male disciples (excepting John the Beloved) had fled, and at his burial. She was the first person to see Jesus after his Resurrection,[3] according to both John 20 and Mark 16:9. Mary Magdalene is considered by the Catholic, Orthodox, Anglican, and Lutheran churches to be a saint, with a feast day of July 22. The Eastern Orthodox churches also commemorate her on the Sunday of the Myrrhbearers. Pope Gregory the Great's homily on Luke's gospel dated 14 September 591 first suggested that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute: "She whom Luke calls the sinful woman, whom John calls Mary, we believe to be the Mary from whom seven devils were ejected according to Mark. And what did these seven devils signify, if not all the vices? ... It is clear, brothers, that the woman previously used the unguent to perfume her flesh in forbidden acts."(homily XXXIII) This identification of Mary Magdalene as a prostitute was followed by many writers and artists until the 20th century. Even today it is promulgated by some secular and occasional Christian groups. It is reflected in Martin Scorsese's film adaptation of Nikos Kazantzakis's novel The Last Temptation of Christ, in José Saramago's The Gospel According to Jesus Christ, Andrew Lloyd Webber's rock opera Jesus Christ Superstar, Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ, Jean-Claude La Marre's Color of the Cross and Hal Hartley's The Book of Life. It was because of this association of Mary as a prostitute that she became the patroness of "wayward women", and "Magdalene houses" became established to help save women from prostitution.'

"Also they [the Cathars] teach in their secret meetings that Mary Magdalene was the wife of Christ. She was the Samaritan woman to whom He said, 'Call thy husband.' She was the woman taken into adultery, whom Christ set free lest the Jews stone her, and she was with Him in three places, in the temple, at the well, and in the garden. After the Resurrection, He appeared first to her."
-Ermengaud of Béziers, Treatise against Heretics

"I think it's entirely plausible to think that Jesus may have been married. It was a normal practice for Jewish men. It would also be normal not to mention that he had a wife."
-Dr Karen King PhD, Harvard University Professor

"The sacred union of Jesus and his Bride once formed the cornerstone of Christianity….the blueprint of the Sacred Marriage, that the later (church) builders rejected, causing a disastrous flaw in Christian doctrine that has warped Western civilization for nearly two millennia."
-Margaret Starbird, The Goddess in the Gospels

"She walks upon our meadows green, the Lamb of God walks by her side, And (in) every English Child is seen, children of Jesus and his Bride."
-Song of Jerusalem, by William Blake

"I know a guy who kept whores and 12 losers around, and the jews crucified him too."
-William Shatner, Charlie Sheen Roast

BLOODLINE OF THE HOLY GRAIL - Jesus with a pregnant Mary Magdalene at Church of Mary Kilmore Church (Caell Muire) in the village of Dervaig on the Isle of Mull in Scotland where Jesus and Mary allegedly spent their retirement years in wedded bliss. John Martinus was believed in the early Christian Period to be the last son of Jesus by Mary Magdalene, born on the Scottish Isle of Iona. Britain was the first nation to officially adopt Christianity. The stained glass window reads: "Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her" from Luke Chapter 10 Verse 38-42, Holy Bible


by Combichrist

You're such a dirty whore
You're such a dirty whore
You're such a fucking slut
You're a filthy slut

You are my fuck toy
You are a fucking toy

You get what you deserve

It's fucking beautiful

Saturday, June 21, 2014

The Stripper Notebook: Episode 4

Olivia wilde no makeup


by Sabrina

Bigfoot hung out w/ me for a while. Felt so good to just feel his arms around me. I love him so much, but it literally is killin me to deal w/ him being married. I'm so lonely...

W&H: That's when I met her and she melted into my arms......


dark haired girl model
Tracy is hotter than this hottiee

Sabrina is screaming at me. Bitching is more accurate, at very high volume. I'm holding the cell away from my ear as my non-addicted friends laugh. I force compliance from her.

"I love you!" she screams. She hates me for allegedly driving away her married BF, as if her $80,000 a year dope habit had nothing to do with it.

To lure me into abandoning my cookout, and the lovely Angel snuggled next to me on the blanket, Sabrina tells me about her new friend and sometimes roommate, Tracy.

Tracy is a former Hooters Girl, young, gorgeous petit body suitable for photographing as a model. Long black hair. Glasses hiding a very cute face. Sabrina sells pussy quite well. "She'll do all those things you want me to do, that I won't." Anymore? She's "in love" wit a married man lol.

Sabrina begs for a ride to do Bad Things. OK, I'm weak. And intrigued. The lady I'm with is a former paralegal who's now an alleged dope dealer, looking for a real job again, seeking to become a school teacher lol. She photographs very VERY well, and performs enthusiastically in selfie porn, but she's no model. Her gorgeous sister is a professional model and sugarbaby, currently on free vacation in the Caribbean. I enjoyed photographing them both.

Another new friend I'm BBQing with is a former stripper, a sugarbaby MILF who looks amazing at 40. Very well dressed, driving her own new car she paid cash for. She has an old ugly sugardaddy and young dumb BF. But she only smiles when she's hugging me.... "You're so handsome! Are you married?!" lol. Like Angel, Tracy, Sabrina, Laurel and ML, she loves her pills too, and alcohol, but addiction is no issue, apparently. Both have custody of their children who they don't seem to care too much about but their friends dote over. Good luck to them.

I hug and kiss my Angel goodnight, we plan another date, hiking to my favorite waterfall, site for my nude photography. She loves my nude photos of lovely ladies! We had an awesome day at the pool playing PDA and laughing, no drugs or alcohol required.

I drive. Sabrina is being extra bitchy, extra lonely, her married XBF on vacation with family to the beach. She introduces me to Tracy, we shake hands. We talk. Yes, she's gorgeous! Tracy demands my number.

"What are you doing in a place like this?" I ask rhetorically. "This is the wrong side of town, even for people from the wrong side of town." She answered in a very confused state. This girl is over her head, knows it, don't care, wants more.

I massage her neck and back. She melts, says she loves it. Keeps her from puking in my car. Pill sick.

If Tracy's with Sabrina, she's a heroin junkie, too. That is correct. Only been doin hard drugs for three weeks. She's already nearly ODed to death, passed out with a needle in her arm. She can't stop. With a body and insanity like that, she'll never run out of money, until death. God bless the U.S. invasion of Afghanistan, with heroin production up 15,000%, and Operation Fast and Furious importing Mexican black tar heroin by the truckload for Uncle Scam.

She says she wants to be a sugarbaby. One man. That's Sabrina's Dream Job with her married XBF. But no one man can afford $100,000 a year in dope and BS, year after year. Sabrina knows all about that, the pain of never getting that One Man to take care of her needs. Tracy's gonna have to fuck lots of men for dope money. Or strip. Or rob them like Sabrina. Jail will be involved. The loneliness is deadly. For Real.

Day 2

Tracy calls, repeatedly. We talk about reality. She likes that. I hear her smiles. She laughs, easily.

Says she was raped last night, but not 100% sure. Sabrina warned her against passing out around the wrong people, a recipe for gangrape. Sabrina knows all about that. Sabrina is streetsmart, Tracy is not. I suspect Tracy doesn't belong here, but I could be wrong.

As the days and nights go by, I'm amazed at the white trash doper POSs Tracy hangs out with. They run pimp game on her, mind control, putdowns, way more hardcore than what ML puts up with from BF. I thought ML and Sabrina knew what trash was, but Tracy takes it to a whole 'nother level. DAMN! Even Sabrina says she's scared for her, and she don't scary easily.

Does that mean her dad and family are like that, so she feels comfortable? Or does it mean she's a Good Girl who tripped and fell into Hell while crossing the needle tracks, and is so intoxicated she has no idea where she is?

She says she inherited a bunch of money, family is chasing her, somebody is stalking her, she's paranoid, but is someone really out to get her? From what I've seen, the answer is Yes. Plenty of white trash boogymen out there, circling her soon-to-be corpse. I've never gotten the feeling someone was going to die, until now.

I promise her to try and pull her out of Hell, turn her into a pro model, capable of earning a clean $100,000 a year like my other friends. She has no problem with nude modeling at $100 an hour. Her body and face are built for it. She says she wants it. Whether her mind is up for it remains to be seen. Whether I can move quickly enough remains to be proven.

She says she's not a "prostitute", but admits she takes money for sex. Almost like she's not smart enough to be a callgirl or escort. ML was definitely smart about that, her jewish bloodline shining through, earning $130,000 a year the hard way. Too bad ML's an idiot about addiction, obsessed with that lifestyle. Too bad ML got hooked on heroin at 13, nobody has the brains to resist at that age, when hammered with the opportunity and abandoned by family. Tracy is 23. What's her excuse?

Tracy offers me a hug. Very nice. Apologizes for a missed communication, a wasted trip. A white trash POS in a POS car orders her to get in. I ignore him two feet away and warn her to be careful, don't die on me. She's quite confused. The mind-control drugs are having the desired effect. She's over her head. But having the time of her life.

A short life?

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Date to a strip club

I'm driving Sabrina on another 8-hour roadtrip to work at a VIP club, hopefully to earn enough to pay her rent this week. A gorgeous club in an upscale district. Full dinner menu. Plenty of well-dressed hostesses and bouncers wearing radio mics. Nice place, attendant in the restroom selling perfumes and drying your hands in exchange for tips. Full nudity, full contact, just the way I like it. But not in the rest room.

She looks so cute and beautiful stretched out and sleeping on the drive up, except for the sad scowl clouding her face, just-made-up in the rearview mirror. Her XBF dropped a bomb on her, but she won't say what it is, too traumatic. My best guess is bankrupt sugardaddy quit paying on her room yesterday, and she's now homeless, among other punishments. Our mission is to earn enough money tonight to pay her rent for the week, or longer, "to show BF she don't need him." She keeps turning down my offer of free housing, her married BF won't like it. She's trying desperately to win him back. Her addiction is the issue, to dope and him and his money. Her Hell.

He's not the only one wanting to leave her, I think about it every day.

"He doesn't understand addiction. He thinks it's all about choices. It's so much more than that." She turned him into a dope dealer, addicted to the 3,000% markup. She says she can't get clean until she gets away from him and her family, too. She needs that protective custody, we both agree. She looking forward to jail for that reason, but afraid detox and her pre-existing medical diseases will kill her there. That is a possibility.

"If anyone I kow turns me in, there's no telling what I will do when I get out!"

"If you're referring to me, I will never rat you out. I'm too afraid the cops would kill you, one way or another. Its common for cops to let inmates die from untreated medical conditions."

"That's right." She looks relieved, like I passed another test.

" Or just shoot you or beat you to death. Besides, there no reward on your head LOL." She does not look so amused.

We arrive at the club and I give her the obligatory pep talk, with a lil PUA overdrive.

"I can't wait to see your pussy lol."

"Maybe I won't let you in!"

"Ha! You look beautiful, go have fun," I sell with a smile.

"Nothing fun about about it."

"Then go make money." Greed is good, Gordon Gecko said. Greed is alright, Michael Milken said, before prison.

She perks up and hops out the car, willing and mostly able to do battle with the man race. God help them.

I wait, and sleep, exhausted from my full day trying to keep up with her dust. 2 hours later and she still hasn't returned with my cover charge. Uh oh, that means it's gonna be a bad night. Good thing I brought my own just in case.

I sneak in behind Sabrina's back, standing room only. A beautiful young Cuban girl from Miami surgically attaches herself to me. We hug and kiss, talking about sexy things, I massage her neck and back between hugs and kisses. I spy Sabrina fondling strange men. I look away and pretend not to see her headed my way.

Sabrina starts grinning and asks how I got in.

"One of the other girls felt sorry for me and paid my way in," I tell a lie to the pathological liar.

"Who was she?!" Sabrina nearly breaks her neck looking around in paranoia.

"IDK they all look alike LOL."

Sabrina smiles and we kid around, happy to see a friend among frenemies, then she goes back to work as I fondle my Cuban, who holds my hand and leads me to a table. We sit in overstuffed chairs as I massage her firm legs under her lacey thigh-high rubber boots. Business is slow tonight, she admits. When her VIP sales pitch fails to close, she moves to the adjacent table where all she gets is free drinks. Another lovely young naked lady sits beside me, telling me I'm too handsome not to be married and how she wants to fuck me to multiple orgasm in VIP. Nice, a player, almost as good as the lady grabbing my dick for 10 minutes last time.... I whip out my selfie porn and give her a look at my portfolio on cell. She enjoyed seeing my dick in the strip club first time for everything lol, just like Sabrina used to. We discuss her interest in being a sugarbaby. Once again a strong sale pitch fails to close, and the shark moves on to avoid death by poverty. I wish her a good night, full of adventure and profit. I pray Sabrina gets to show her pussy alot tonight, in exchange for ca$h to buy gas to get home, and hopefully prevent homelessness. Men suck, don't we? Women suck more.

Sabrina stops by for a massage after every lap of the track. I give her my best peptalks, to no avail.

"Go full nude and show your pussy when dancing on stage," like you did last time, I suggest, ignoring my pain. "Just have fun, remember when you first loved to dance." She does put some spunk into her bump and grind, with a lil half-ass twerk thrown in.

"There's no point," she fails to sell me. Typical attitude of a burned out stripper ready to quit. She only strips for dope money anyway. No stripping when she's clean, working two real jobs and lovin on her babies. That's what I want, with or without me.

Tonight, she's bummed about BF troubles, housing troubles, addiction troubles. She's not her normal bubbling happy ruthless personality. More of just a mean selfish depressed needlewhore, 5 or 10 pounds underweight in need of curves to compete with the young and dumb with fake boobies. Sabrina's lawyer offered free boobs or a free car. She took the car, which she then tried to suicide herself in after her substitute mom died of cancer. So no big boobies, no big paycheck tonight.

She tells me to leave, she's tired, afraid of seizures starting. That results in automatic ban from work, owners presume they're from drugs, not epilepsy from getting run over by a car at age 5.

I'm outside having my own adventures. She's inside having hers. sometimes I wonder what she's doing, and who she's doing it with or to, for how much. Or she's just goofing off in the locker room. 30 minutes later she joins me outside, escorted by a bouncer. Last time she needed a bouncer after trying to scam, or being scammed by, a stalker customer, he was trying to hookup after hours for $300. But she said he only gave her $8 in the club.

"They almost didn't let me work! That customer last time filed a complaint, said I stole $300 from him." That's like calling 911 and telling the cops somebody stole your stash. Strip clubs frown on customers or undercover cops mistaking them for a house of prostitution.

"Well, you are the master of cash and dash!" Not LOL. She only took $1,000 from me. I'm one of her luckier victims in love with her.

"But I didn't do anything!" Said the pathologocal liar and master thief.

"I believe you," I lied a lil. "Too bad you couldn't stay longer."

"That's what I get for coming too early. As I was leaving, a pro football coach rode up in a stetch limo, bragging to the doorman he's gonna spend $2,000 tonight. The doorman laughed and said that's nothing. Last week a guy dropped $39,000 at that same club."

"Almost missed my turn talking about $39,000! How do they do that?!"

"A single bottle of champagne can cost $10,000 in that club."

"Remind me to stay out of the Champagne Room!"

"It was exciting in the parking lot after I left. A group of blacks were yelling at the doormen screaming racism against "niggers" after denial of entry, though the club was full of blacks who looked like pro football players. Or maybe that's a requirement? Then a dancer was laying in the parking lot crying, rolling around in the leaves. I helped her look for a lost ring in the bushes, a hopeless task. Her friends eventually drag her off to a waiting car, not her normal ride, since her son is too drunk to pick her up early. She cried about a fight in the 'ladies' lockeroom."

"Yeah, I saw that. Not really a fight, just a shoving match," Sabrina said.

"I guess she lost. So how much did you make?"

"After I paid the bar fee and gas ($70), I had $7 left over."

"So is that common?"

"Not normally on a Saturday, but I went too early. It's the nature of the job." We left at 2 am, a 6 hour shift.

"Sounds like my sales job, famine or feast."

Miss Lovely is so jealous of Sabrina, I like that in a woman. After ignoring her texts for several hours, wanting me to hang out and "do laundry" (buy her n alky BF free booze), I make a point to give her a blow by blow account of our trip to the lesbian nudist colony, which never fails to get a long conversation going. ML loves strip clubs but attempts cuntblock, keeps reminding me how ugly and decrepit Sabrina is at the ripe old age of 29, how she doesn't have the skills to strip for a living anymore. Neither does ML at the ripe old age of 21. But Sabrina sure talks men out of money, a skill ML has apparently lost as well. I agree her epileptic seizures limit her time on shift and require missing days or weeks of work, and she can never get a driver license to get to work due to seizures. Sabrina used to be on disability for epilepsy, but like ML, she's one of those brainwashed idiots who thinks disabled people should get a job and not take insurance "handouts", meanwhile they both beg for handouts from lonely men every day lol.

Later the next day we're driving, rather Sabrina's driving, I'm talking and making her cry, as usual.

"I always feel degraded after stripping. You'd think after them taking my kids I'd clean up, but it just made it 1,000 times worse. I'm so fucked up I'm about to fuckin snap! One minute I'm smiling and the next I'm crying. I wanna get my hair and nails done before I turn myself in."

"That way you can look good on the cover of Just Busted news," I joke to my Jailbird.

"Yeah I'm gonna go off and punch you in the face!" The thought of six months jail sentence for nonpayment of $1,000 child support makes her wanna die, and she fears death in jail from untreated seizures.

I ask her advice on ML, who said Laurel admitted to using me just for my car. Which isn't true cause she uses me for so much more lol. And I use her Laurel her boobies. I tell her I asked ML to marry me, again, her deadbeat married BF owes $10,000 back child support, 100% of his meager paycheck is garnisheed this month (I know they're not supposed to), she can't pay rent, so I did. She's back on pills, which is one reason she can't pay rent.

Sabrina is not amused, perhaps a lil jealously sinks in. "Nobody has any true friends in life, especially not in the way of my life."

"Well, maybe I can be your first?"

She sobs, stopped at a redlight. I touch her leg then massage her neck. She relaxes, like the first day we met.

"I like when you cry, that's the real Sabrina. That's your power. I love you as a friend, and I care what happens to you. I pray for you every day, or almost every day. Sometimes I'm too mad to pray for you, and I hope I never see you again. But I don't pray for your death or arrest, like your other friends." Something she also cries to me about.

She cheers up a little. We do our business, she does an impersonation of happiness. Head to her former home, and she gets out to do hers. Changes are going to have to be made.

"Take care of yourself please," I fire a final salvo of love. The battle for hearts and minds is being lost?

She stands looking at me from the doorway of her notel, instead of running away as normal.

I give her a hug, and kiss, or I wished I did........

So You’re Taking Your Girlfriend To A Strip Club

July 14, 2013 / by Mark S. Gramm

Guys love strip clubs. Guys love their girlfriends and wives. Guys love the idea of taking their girlfriends to the strip club. But you’ve gotta be careful – bringing the woman you love to land of booze and butt naked babes could either be a hot way to spice up your relationship, or a disaster that could sink your romance quicker than the Titanic. So, here are five Dos and Don’ts to keep in mind…

1. DON’T Get Drunk – If you drink too much chances are you’ll do something stupid that will embarrass her, piss her off or make her feel unsafe. Remember that inside the strip club your lady is a stranger in a strange land, so stay alert and gentlemanly at all times.

2. DON’T Ignore the Strippers – Pretending like your lady is the only woman in the room will make her suspicious. She knows you’re in a strip club, so go ahead and enjoy the scenery. Just don’t gawk, stare and drool. Be cool and classy as you take in the sexy sights.

3. DON’T Hit On Strippers – This should be a no-brainer. Yeah, she agreed to accompany you to this den of naughtiness, but she didn’t give you the green light to try to pick up another girl. So, unless the two of you have decided that Strip Club Night is also gonna be Threesome Night, do not flirt with the girls.

4.DON’T Dis the Strippers – Disrespecting these working women is sexist, cruel and will make you look like an asshole in your lady’s eyes.

5. DON’T Compare Your Lady to the Strippers – Yeah, I know you think it’s a compliment to say, “That chick has tits like yours.” But trust me, your girl will feel insulted. And if you tell her that she’s hotter than the dancers, your lady will assume you’re lying.

Now here’s a rundown of things that you should do…

1. DO Talk It Over Before You Go – Never, ever surprise your woman with a trip to the strip club – even if she’s been talking about it. Discuss the idea openly, honestly and without pressure long before you go. She needs to know that you are still hot for her even though you want to go frolic with some naked dancers. And you need to know that she’s not going to freak out and get jealous or insecure once you get into the club.

2. DO Choose Wisely – Pick a club that’s clean with nice ambience, friendly staff and well-mannered clientele. A dingy dive with, with a bunch of obnoxious, wasted bikers and frat boys might be cool for you on your own, but your lady will hate it there.

3. DO Ask Her If It’s OK to Get a Lap Dance –This is Good Manners 101. If you were at a wedding you’d check with her before leaving the table to dance with one of the bridesmaids, right? So, obviously it’s wrong to ditch your girl so another woman can rub her stuff all up on you. Remember, tonight you are sharing the strip club experience with her. Ask her if she’d like a couples dance, or perhaps a dance of her own?

4. DO Lavish Attention On Her – Show her how special she is by being attentive. Make sure she’s comfortable, relaxed and enjoying herself. Talk and laugh with her the same way you would if you were on a conventional date. Don’t leave her alone at the table unless it’s absolutely necessary (like for a quick trip to the men’s room) and then hurry right back.

5. DO Spend More Cash On Your Lady Than the Strippers –Prioritize your spending. Most of your money should go toward drinks for your lady. Save your singles for the strippers. You do not want to unexpectedly run out of cash because you’ve been stuffing bills into thongs all night.

5 Reasons To Take Your Girlfriend To The Strip Club

My girlfriend recently had to go to five strip clubs in one week for her job (she’s a writer, not a stripper), and she asked if I wanted to come along. I was initially worried that having my girlfriend watch me while I looked at other naked women would create an awkward situation that I’d rather avoid. The thought of her going alone or with her guy friend, whom she described as a “big strip club guy,” seemed worse. Although I had limited strip club experience prior to this, going with my girlfriend ended up being a much better experience.

1. You Don’t Feel As Pressured

When I had been to strip clubs with other guys, we were all quickly swarmed by strippers asking for drinks or lap dances. The strippers were much more casual when they approached me and my girlfriend. In both cases they’re just doing their job, but I prefer the soft sell when it comes to getting me to buy a $10 domestic bottle.

2. You Don’t Feel As Cheap

If you decline to get lap dances when you’re out with a bunch of guys, the stripper will probably think that you’re cheap. If you decline when you’re with your girlfriend, the stripper probably thinks you’re just not allowed to accept. At least that’s what I’m guessing. They probably could tell that I just don’t have a lot of money.

3. Extra Hot Dogs

Speaking of being cheap, one of the strip clubs had free hot dogs on Sunday afternoons. There was no sign explicitly limiting the number of free hot dogs you could get, but you probably look like a weirdo if you take four at once. That changes when you and your girlfriend each get two hot dogs and she just gives you hers.

4. There’s A Girl Who Actually Likes You

My girlfriend had never been to a strip club before, so we were both a little awkward at first. After a few drinks the awkwardness went away, and the night went like all other nights I had spent at a strip club. The main difference was that I was talking to a girl who I knew was into me, instead of wondering if “Candy” meant it when she told me that I was handsome.

5. Happy Ending

Whenever I’d been to a strip club with friends, the night inevitably ended with me going home alone and eating a giant sandwich. This time I was with my girlfriend, who thought the whole experience was sexy. Actually being able to go home with a girl is all the reason you need to visit a strip club with your girlfriend.

5 Reasons NOT To Take Your Girlfriend To The Strip Club

Very early in our relationship, my girlfriend announced she had no issues with me going to strip clubs — as long as I didn’t buy backroom blowjobs or blow my rent money. In fact, she claimed to enjoy going to strip clubs with groups of friends and told some great, off-color stories about seedy venues she’d been to in Asia and the South Pacific. I quickly announced to my friends that I’d found the perfect girl and would be spending my upcoming weekends at the titty bars accompanied by my main lady.

Unfortunately, that dream evaporated soon after. We took a vacation to Portland, OR, a mecca of wonderfully laid-back, free-spirited strip clubs. Some places you’ll walk in expecting a simple dive bar and be greeted with a naked Suicide Girl dancing on a two-foot stage. I was in heaven and figured we’d spend our trip (and the majority of my money) in such venues. My girlfriend was game, but by the time we arrived at our third (and best) stop, Union Jacks Club, she’d had enough. While she enjoys going to clubs with buddies, she says it’s different with a boyfriend. She doesn’t like watching me watching (and salivating over) other girls. So it was on this trip to Naked-Tattooed-Girl-Land that I learned these five reasons it’s no fun to take your lady to a strip club.

Disclaimer: If your girlfriend is truly bisexual and truly a freak, these won’t apply… and f*ck you very much, you lucky bastard.

1. She Wants To Talk

Any time you go out to dinner or to a bar with your girlfriend, what does she like to do? Have a conversation, or she at least wants you to actively listen to her have a one-sided conversation where she tells you every detail of her day. That doesn’t change just because you two are at a strip club. Guess what becomes impossible to do while a sexy naked woman is on stage — it’s impossible to focus on anything else. Imagine if one of your bros tried to tell you anything longer than, “Whoa, look at her,” while you’re watching strippers. You’d punch him. Not only may your lady become jealous that you’re openly lusting after another girl, she’ll get angry you’re ignoring her.

2. No Lap Dances

Even if your girl says she’s OK with you getting a lap dance in front of her, she’s secretly hoping you don’t. Would you want to watch some naked dude rub up all over her? Even if it’s “kinda funny” and “harmless”? Say you take her at her word and get the lap dance anyway, it won’t be fun. You’ll feel her eyes on you. Even worse, the dancer may feel her stare. Her eyes will dig into both your skin like anti-pheromone lasers. You’ll be distracted. The dancer will feel insecure and hold back. What good is a half-assed lap dance if you’re not focused on it? You’ll barely remember the details later when you’re trying to masturbate.

3. You Get Less Attention

Guys will argue that bringing girls to a club is great because the dancers aren’t so aggressive. They’ll chit-chat with your date and won’t hard-sell you on lap dances. That is true. However, after they do a general greeting, they’ll ignore you for the rest of the night as they try to make real money from lonely regulars. Or on a slow night, they may just sit down, clothed and “girl-talk” with your lady. Over-aggressive strippers are annoying, but isn’t the point of going to a strip club to get some attention from beautiful naked girls?

4. You Spend More Money Than You’d Think

If you’re not getting lap dances and dancers aren’t constantly bugging you for tips, it seems like you’d at least save money, right? Well, the door guy might not charge a cover for your girl, but the waitresses and bartenders won’t give her any free drinks. Before you know it, she’s had three watered-down $12 vodka-tonics. And you can’t go Dutch on a strip club bill if she’s willing to go with you.

5. It Won’t Suddenly Ignite Her Bisexuality

This is actually a lesson I learned back in college. I took my then-girlfriend to a strip club and bought her a lap dance, hoping it would awake some deep-seated bisexual lust in her, and then I’d talk her into a threesome. As the lap dance began, she looked at me with half-panicked eyes and an over-exaggerated plastic smile. God bless her, she was doing her best to be a good sport but it was as fun for her as tattoo removal.

W&H Comment: Do get a VIP lapdance with your GF while her married BF sits at the stage gettin drunk plotting your inevitable demise........