Sassy by name, Sassy by nature, I write to explode the myths which surround the lapdancing profession - standing up for the clubs, the girls and the customers. Its not always drinking champagne and playing with my tits - it can be hassle, hustling and hangovers. At heart I'm just a regular twenty-something posh cockney living in London who likes taking her clothes off...
She took the house.
She took the kids.
She takes all my money.
But then there is the new stripclub trend – rich guys getting out their blackberries and showing how their costly and bitterly fought divorce made the papers. This year, I have had a whole bunch of men show me pictures of their wives and kids – they love to show off what beautiful progeny was created from their spunk, and the calibre of women they can attract (as a way to legitimately show their high worth as a shaggable bet for me to jump on). Sometimes men go the extra mile though, and proceed to google themselves, with Daily Mail articles popping up bemoaning the breakdown of yet another happy family in the Surrey stockbroker belt.
I don’t know what to say really. Is it funny, perverse or just plain wrong? At the end of the day, I’m not being a good entertainer if I don’t flatter these men and massage their ego’s (by the way, in my club, that’s all you’re gonna get massaged mate. There is no sex in MY champagne room). And whilst nodding in agreement as vile words are spat out about women I have never met may not sit with me morally, at least it will build up my defence mechanisms against the cruelty of divorce and what it does to people.