I woke up. I have a headache which means I was definitely drinking last night.I sit up. I look around. Oh no this isn't my bed. I sigh for fuck sake were is my clothes? I get up and try and look for them. They were no where to be seen so I just went into the guys closet and look for a shirt. The shirt was big enough too look like a dress so i just made do and got my ass out of there. I found one shoe in the bathroom and another in kitchen cupboard wow things must have got pretty crazy last night. I walked out slamming the door behind me and bolted for it. I ran down the street and realised that his house wasn't that far away from were I work. If you couldn't guess already I work at a strippers club. Yes I'm only 15 but I look older and I get a lot of money just for getting my ass out! It's just like wearing a bikini so I don't care. I know what your all thinking. "Oh what a slut" "ew she is only 15 fucking hoe" well I guess you could say I am a hoe and a Slut but I enjoy my life.. well kinda. Fucking guys cause I'm to drunk to know what's right from wrong. That's the down side if this job. My manager pays me more to fuck people who are 25 or even 50 yup that's what I said 50. It's Mank cause it takes them like over 5 minutes to get them to have a fucking bonar! But I only do this once a month. So it's fine the rest I choose to fuck. But I'm just a stripper not a prostitute.
It's so hard for me to even find a badass but loyal boy. They all just fuck me over. I guess I haven't found that spark yet.
I just wanna find a guy who can take care of me and love me for well me. no lies. No cheats. A genuine boy.
