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...
- Both the customers I was dancing for and my fellow dancers were seriously off the scale of hotness. Tall 6″foot men from Viking country. Check. Super sexy teeny weeny swishy haired curvy sexkittens from Romania, Bulgaria and any country in eastern Europe ending in -ia…..Check.
- Free flowing super chilled booze on tap. Check.
- Good hair day, no bloat, fresh clean underwear. Check.
- Great times with no leching, touching or aggro. Check.
- Made oodles of money very, very easily. CHECK.
i just wanted to show off a little folks. Its the last few nights in the run-up to Christmas, and I had the night of my dreams….. Charlie Sheen would be proud…