Peak stripper happens some time between age nineteen and twenty five. I'm pushing thirty. Most strippers drink, smoke or use drugs. That shows in their face which is why by thirty so many of them look forty. Stripping is all about fantasy. Most of the guys and gals who come to watch strippers want youthful fantasy. I don't drink, smoke or use drugs. I eat right. I work out. Lots of yoga. I pass for twenty most nights. I know that won't last forever.
My name is name is Anna Maria. My stage name is Bosco because of my smooth chocolate skin. I am like the old chocolate syrup drink from the 1960s. My dad was black. My mom Italian. I grew up in Poughkeepsie, New York. I started stripping at eighteen the moment I became legal. I was a high school senior. I started stripping in a Catholic school girl costume because I would just wear my school uniform at the club.
I do best at clubs where I can take my pants off. I'm very flat chested but with big nipples. That is not prime stripper. I won't get implants. Clubs have offered to buy implants for me, but I don't like how that would change my body. I am crazy thin with just enough girly hips to be a girl and a tight boy butt. My magic comes from downstairs. I have a big clit and big pussy lips. I am shaved smooth but you can tell when you look I would have a monster bush if I let it grow. I might just for a change of pace. Guys all want to touch. They can't. Unless I let them. And that clit and those lips are what sells lots of champagne room and lap dance time.
I recently moved from Lexington, Kentucky up to Chicago. I'm dancing at a club called Sky Dive. And it is a dive. Totally mobbed up. Owner skims lots of cash. Dancers don't care. The money is great. Bad week I take home $5000. Good week I double that.
There can be no disagreement: size matters. I've been touching cocks through guy's pants while giving lap dances since I was eighteen. The word average and cock size is misleading. Math teaches that if you add ten and five you get fifteen. The "average" of those two is seven and a half. The so called cock "average" according to all the "published" articles is five and a half. That means there are a lot of four inch cocks to average out with all of the eight and a half inch cocks. Eight plus four is twelve, divide by two you get six. See my point. Reality is there are a lot of big cocks out there and a lot of small ones. The middle is rather thin. I prefer a hard fuck from about eight thick inches every time. I will never say no to ten inches. I might think twice about bigger than ten. I'm not a big girl.
Guys love to take strippers home. They think it's some kind of conquest. It's not. When I go home with a guy it's because I felt him up and I think he'll be adequate to make me feel filled.
Ironically, I make boat loads more money from small guys than the big ones. I tell them they are small and they keep buying lap dances so that I can feel them up and tell them again. They say criminals have a compulsion to confess. The small guys all want to confess about how small they are. Small guys want to be felt up. Small guys really want to pull their pants down and show someone. Maybe they don't want their friends to know they are small. But they love to let strange girls know. A stripper is perfect because I'll keep groping them so long as they buy dances. No risk of rejection.
It's easy to take a big dick guy home if you are working Sunday through Thursday. You can do it Friday or Saturday too, but if you have half a brain that won't be until the club closes at 4:00 AM. Rules are simple, when your night is over you pay the house $200 and you give 25% of what's left to the DJ, bartenders, and bouncer. If you leave early with a big dick guy, and you can leave early as long as there are at least 6 girls still working, you pay the house and tip out the DJ, bartenders, and bouncers 50% of your take. If you find a big dick guy mid-week and leave early with him at like 11:00 or midnight and you usually can call the night a win but still you make less money.
I usually liked to make a Monday or Tuesday big dick guy night. But you have to work it to find one and you still need to make some money.
Typical Tuesday around 8:00 I saw a couple guys come in—looked the they worked construction. Girls always watch the door for fresh meat. After waitress delivered their beers I walked over. The guys were cute. Probably 30s. I picked my first target. Later learned his name was Todd. I sat on his knee. Felt his crotch. Asked if he wanted company. He was not to be the take home one. Not close at all. His friends laughed and encouraged him. Of course he said yes to a lap dance.
We walked over to the lap dance room. Its darker. You can see very little, the illusion of privacy. He tipped the bouncer. He gave me $50. He got three songs. I felt him up.
"What's your name?" I asked. I really didn't care but he was going to spend more money on me.
"Todd" he said.
"Hi Todd. I'm Bosco." The first song started. I groped Todd and took off my top. I teased him with a nipple. I really rubbed his crotch. I got a shit eating grin.
"Todd," I asked. "Wanna know something?"
Todd smiled. He liked being groped.
"Sure," he grinned as he said it.
"I like groping you."
"You do?" Todd seemed intrigued and surprised.
"I do." I groped more. I teased my hand at the top of his pants. "You wanna know why?"
Todd was mine.
"Sure why?"
First song ended. I pulled off my bottoms. My clit, it's big, was on display. So were my pussy lips. I stuck a finger in my pussy, stroked my clit, then licked the finger.
"See anything you like?" I asked.
Todd smiled. You could see he wanted to touch my clit.
"Todd," I went on and started grinding my ass in his crotch. I put my hands on his thighs. I turned and looked Todd in the eye.
"Todd I like groping you because you have a small dick"
Todd feigned indignation. His eyebrows went up and his face got all twisted. I knew his secret.
"How do you know that? he asked.
"I grope a lot of cock." I put my hand right on his cock when I said that and squeezed it through his jeans. Second song ended.
"Todd, give me your hand"
I grabbed Todd's hand. Todd didn't have much choice. When the bouncer turned away. The bouncer always turns away for the whole third song. Dancers know this. I rubbed my clit with Todd's hand.
"Todd," I said as the third song started. "I want to see your cock. You can't show it to me here but you can if we get a champagne room."
"You really want to see it?"
"I really want to see it."