#strippa

[melaninwaifu]

My fave outfits so far!

[runny3gg]

Late night summer hustles

[female-rappers]

Lingerie/Like A Strippa

[noelle-jpeg]

𝒞𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐸𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒

[apoetinmotion]

Silk really gave us the best sex music eveeeeeer😩

[slutgang101]

Title: Embracing Empowerment and Confidence: A Day in the Life of a Stripper

Introduction:

Welcome to the exhilarating world of a stripper! Contrary to popular misconceptions, being a stripper is about much more than seduction and dancing. It's a profession that requires resilience, artistry, and a strong sense of self. In this blog post, we'll take a glimpse into the everyday life of a stripper, shedding light on the empowering aspects of this unique career path.

Morning Routine: Starting the Day with Self-Care

Like any other profession, a stripper's day begins with self-care. They prioritize their physical and mental well-being, understanding the importance of feeling confident and energized. Whether it's hitting the gym, practicing yoga, or engaging in meditation, self-care sets the foundation for a positive day ahead.

Preparation: Glamour and Creativity Unleashed

Before stepping foot into the club, strippers devote time to their glamorous transformations. From choosing captivating outfits to perfecting their makeup and hair, they embrace their creativity and personal style. This process is not only about appearance but also about crafting a unique persona that embodies confidence and allure.

The Work Environment: Empowerment and Connection

Once at the club, strippers are greeted by an atmosphere of camaraderie and support. Contrary to popular belief, the environment is often one of empowerment, where performers uplift and encourage one another. They share stories, exchange tips, and celebrate each other's successes, fostering a sense of community that extends beyond the stage.

Artistry in Motion: Dancing as an Expression of Freedom

The heart of a stripper's work lies in their artistry on the stage. Through mesmerizing choreography, they captivate audiences with their fluid movements and sensual energy. Dancing becomes a powerful form of self-expression, allowing strippers to embrace and celebrate their bodies while empowering others to do the same.

Emotional Intelligence: Nurturing Connections with Patrons

Strippers possess exceptional emotional intelligence, understanding the importance of genuine connections with their patrons. They engage in conversations, actively listening and providing a safe space for others to express themselves. By fostering meaningful connections, strippers often become confidants and friends, offering support and understanding within the boundaries of their profession.

Financial Independence: Empowering Financial Stability

One of the significant advantages of being a stripper is the potential for financial independence. By earning a substantial income through their performances, strippers have the opportunity to secure their futures and pursue their dreams. This financial stability empowers them to invest in education, start businesses, or explore other passions outside of their profession.

Conclusion:

A day in the life of a stripper is far from the stereotypes perpetuated by mainstream media. It is a profession that encompasses empowerment, creativity, emotional intelligence, and financial independence. Strippers confidently embrace their bodies, express themselves through dance, nurture connections, and support one another in a vibrant and empowering community. Let us celebrate their strength, resilience, and unwavering confidence as they continue to challenge societal norms and inspire others to embrace their own unique paths.l

[wetysl]

[rokuuu]

[promiscuousg1rl]

dealer!rafe and stripper!reader meeting for the first time

warnings: vulgar language, rafe being a strip club virgin, inaccurate portrayal of strip club atmosphere, brief talk of ass shaking

"you tellin' me you ain't none of your bitch ass friends took you to a strip club befo'? barry looks up at rafe with a pair of wide eyes, shaking his head. "that shit is sad man, all that money and you ain't never made it rain on no strippas."

rafe chuckles as they make their away across the crowded parking lot. hands tucked in the pockets on his khaki pants. "what can I say man, the place never interested me before."

"what?" barry frowns in confusion. "beautiful women shaking they ass and titties in yo' face don't interest you?"

shrugging, rafe stares up at the sign that read Magic City Gentlemen's Club. "never been in one to know for sure."

"well country cub, i'm 'bout to show you exactly what you and them soft ass rich boys been missing out on." barry smirks, slapping rafe's chest before leading him through the double doors.

although the parking lot was evidence for how packed the place was, it still was a bit shocking to see just how many people were in attendance. if they weren't standing at the bar being serviced by the bartenders then they were surrounding the stages, salivating over the half naked women they were showering with dollar bills.

a part of him expected to only see Pogues in the likes of this place but as he looked around he recognized a bunch of men who were not only country club members, but associates of his father too.

"aight now," barry claps his hands together. "while it is a lot of bad bitches innis place to choose from, ima do you a favor and get you hooked up with my favorite one."

scoffing, rafe glances around at the various scantily clad women leading men around by the hand. "been here so much you actually have a favorite?"

"aye man, don't knock it until you see her. trust me, she got the potential to make you spend all ya money on her and go broke."

looking around eagerly, barry's eyes frantically scoured the dark club until the stop on a spot across the room. "lo and behold," he grins. "aye angel!"

rafe follows his gaze, there you are. he has no idea if that was your real name or if barry calling you that had anything to do with the pure white lingerie outfit you were wearing. his eyes trail down from your soft curls to the curves of your exposed body.

"from the looka' that drool goin' down ya chin, you see the hype." barry snickers from beside him, making rafe shove his shoulder. "angel!"

at the second shout of your name you finally look over at barry, a bright smile gracing your gloss-covered lips. on the tallest heels he's ever seen, you saunter over to them with your hips swaying.

"barry," you bat your eyelashes at him. "made some good sales today?"

barry smirks at you, stepping so close that your chest nearly touches his. "you know I like to come spend a lil sumn sumn on you and your girls when I got it."

you hum, lips stretching into an even wider smile. "i'll let them know to make it good for you tonight then." as if you're barely noticing him hovering a few inches away, your eyes meet rafe's with a curious glint in them. "who's this?"

"angel, this here is my homeboy and business partner country club," leading you over by the hand. "country club, this is angel."

much like he did you, your eyes survey him from head to toe. the way you spend a few seconds too long on his pants has him fighting off the urge to fidget.

you huff out a laugh. "thought you said kooks were only good for being customers."

"what can i say, we make good money together."

gently easing your hand out of barry's, you angle your body towards rafe's. his brooding silence making him all the more appealing to you.

"you a first timer country club?"

" 'that obvious?" he drawls out.

you shrug. "trust me, i would remember a face like yours."

"huh."

"so," your eyes don't leave his. "who's going first?"

your heels are the only reason you can see the way his pupils dilate and you come to a quick realization that you hope that its him.

a throat clears from beside the two of you, making you look over a barry. "well i hyped you up to my boy so i'ma gone and let you show him wassup."

with that, he strolls over to one of the other dancers lingering around and leans down to whisper in her hear.

"well country club--"

"rafe," he interrupts. " 'name's rafe."

"rafe," you purr, resting a hand on the center of his chest. "you ready?"

"lead the way angel."

a/n this was so rushed but fuck it we ball 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[chateaubunni]

need 2 serve 2010s model on an iphone5 meets blackberry strippa always

[kon-igi]

Ogni anno mi sforzo sempre di più per fare degli auguri originali, non tanto per farvi esclamare 'Oh! Wow! Groovy!' ma più che altro per condividere con voi in modo non scontato la gioia del ritrovarsi, scevra - almeno per me - da qualsiasi connotato religioso.

Potrei dirvi che è stato un anno faticoso e difficile ma se da un lato mi parte subito il coro greco di baccanti che intonano 'ESTICAZZI!' dall'altra mi rendo conto che invece è proprio così... e per così intendo

ESTICAZZI

Evidentemente possiedo molta di quella dote psichica che durante la pandemia era molto inflazionata come termine (quella che fa rima con delinquenza) e in più un innato senso di stoico martirio che mi chiude la bocca nell'attimo in cui mi sto per lamentare e poi vedo che puntualmente l'interlocutore sta messo peggio di me.

Questo è un grosso errore o perlomeno, se portato agli estremi ti strippa emotivamente come una pentola a pressione saldata ma riconosco i miei limito e - mi dico - perlomeno non faccio a gara di sciagure per essere citato nel remake dei Miserabili.

Sto rivalutando il concetto di salute mentale perché dopo averne parlato parecchi ad altri mi sono reso conto che, nel mio caso, la salute mentale non necessita di cure ma di salvaguardia.

Devo scegliere con cura le mie battaglie.

E sebbene battaglie evochi una presunta contrapposizione tra me e chi si frappone davanti a ciò che voglio ottenere, in realtà lo scontro avviene sempre e solo nel mio cuore ed è per questo che in un prorompente scoppio della succitata originalità voglio, come l'anno scorso, ringraziare ancora @autolesionistra che sempre in modo involontario mi ha restituito il senso di quello che provo, parlandomi di una canzone che mi ha fatto fare pace con una parte di me che mi accompagna da più di 50 anni.

Ve la voglio riproporre, scegliendo la versione sottotitolata (ha un testo molto denso e fitto) ma credetemi se vi dico che per quanto dolorosa, molti potrebbero riconoscercisi e proprio perché dolorosa potrebbe sembrare strano che io ve la faccia vedere (non ascoltare... vedere) per augurarvi buon natale e serene feste.

Poi vi dirò il perché...

Il motivo è che siamo tutti piccoli e persi nella continua ricerca di calore e conforto, quotidianamente tormentati dal ricordo di ciò che non è più e nella flebile speranza che il domani abbia meno nubi.

Eppure si va avanti lo stesso, con l'enorme peso dei nostri vuoti e la fragile leggerezza di inutili bagagli, perciò vi dico di volervi bene, di voler bene anche a quella parte di voi che disprezzate perché se siete qua a leggere ciò che scrivo è anche per il desiderio di fuggire da un qualcosa che invece vi seguirà per sempre.

Siamo esseri umani... e se questo a volte può sembrare una dolorosa dannazione io credo che invece sia un degno tributo a chi non è più e un meraviglioso lascito a chi sarà dopo di noi.

Ok... tutta 'sta roba omerica per augurarvi Buon Natale (!) ma prima di andare a filtrare il brodo per i cappelletti vi lascio un'ultima cosa

E se vi debbo dire ancora una cosa, è questa: non crediate che colui che tenta di confortarvi viva senza fatica in mezzo alle parole semplici e calme, che qualche volta vi fanno bene. La sua vita reca molta fatica e tristezza e resta lontana dietro a loro. Ma, fosse altrimenti, egli non avrebbe potuto trovare queste parole.

Rainer Maria Rilke

<3

[noelle-jpeg]

if I’m not the hottest who is?

[acaiboyy]

i <3 you snow strippas

[dollyknees]

the way the anime edited this scene to be the cage coming down instead of animating the strippa giving some bear head 😭😭

[apoetinmotion]

more & more by Joe gon always turn me into a damn strippa😭😭😭😭

[w0rldpriincess]