I love stock photography.
I love it so much that I was actually a stock photo model back in my pre-stripping days when I was living in Thailand working at a dinner theatre restaurant.
Behold, the peak of my modeling career:
Let's explore sex worker conundrums using images crafted by undervalued models who should really be silent film actresses:
When he needs to look at the drink menu because he's fucking twelve and doesn't know whether he wants the lychee martini or the appletini:
When he's over 65 so all you gotta do is act excited to see him:
When he says he loves massaging women, which you KNOW is just an excuse to feel you up, but you give him a chance anyway because your chiropractic deductible is like two thousand fucking dollars and you really are having some tension between your shoulder blades so maybe he can mitigate the pain. He does not:
When you start drama the moment you get into the VIP room so you can argue instead of feeling pressured to put out:
When he tells you he doesn't have to pay for a woman to take her clothes off:
When female customers come in to dance:
Decoding needy clients' text messages:
In the dressing room teaching the baby stripper the rules of the game:
When he needs to feel important, successful and in charge because he is not actually important, successful or in charge: