Pantie sniffers!!!

Recently whilst working a shift in the strip club one of the girls ‘Rosie’, was telling me about this guy who booked her for a private a previous night and paid her for her panties.
I was hysterical, what in the world?! Why?
Well apparently this is some kind of freaky kinky shit that a lot of guys like. They like worn/used underwear and they like to (prepare the vom bucket), sniff and suck the panties that had been worn that day.
So with a lot of cringing, enough to make my toes curl at the thought of it all, we decided to give it a shot.
We will put an ad up on (not gumtree for once) craigslist, now Craigslist is for all the horny devils to hang out and post ads for people to satisfy their needs, perfect!
I genuinely thought I may hear back from 3 guys within a week, oh how wrong was I!!! My ‘Chloe mailbox’ was constantly going off. I mean I was getting annoyed at my phone for dinging away with all these males pleading to purchase my panties. ‘this is too good to be true‘, unfortunately it was, I found that half of them want pictures of you in your underwear, stupid boys! Others just waste your time, myself and Rosie have both gone to meet someone (in a public place of course, safety is main priority here!), but they never showed up. I had one guy come up to me whilst I was stood waiting in the bloody rain and he says “excuse me, how much are your rates?”, im stood there in jacket, pair of leggings, and some high tops, and I said “get the fuck away from me before I hit you!”, what a wanker!
However today I met up with a guy, he had messaged me so much keeping on and on and on about wanting underwear from me but wanted to meet me as I wouldn’t send a picture. Eventually I gave in and he seemed pretty legit, so I met him today, we went for a coffee, I was shaking with nerves, I’ve never been so scared in all my life, I don’t know what this guy even looks like, could have been a perfect catfish moment. Luckily I dragged Paris along and made her sit a few tables across from us and we couldn’t stop laughing, but then I notice this guy walking towards me, “Chloe?”, and yep, there he is, my future pantie sniffing friend! I expected an old guy, really seedy and I thought I would be really uncomfortable throughout the whole ‘chat’, how wrong was I?! He was so normal and so nice, really genuine, he was telling me about all the other girls he buys from and how regularly, and that he’s good friends with some of them. Of course I asked the questions like ‘When did you start having this fetish?’, ‘Does your girlfriend know?’, yadda yadda yadda.. He was 15 and used to steal his best friends sisters knickers, how grose?! Also his girlfriend knows about it and she joins in, he said she’s bi and she loves sniffing other girls panties too. I know this is weird as hell, it really grossed me out, however $100 for it, I’m not bothered. I deal with people and weird fetishes throughout the week, this is new to me so this is beats barking like a dog on the ‘Weirdest Fetish List’, however it’s harmless, it’s actually pretty innocent, I dance around seductively to get $100, and all he wants is a pair of knickers for $100, too easy.
Minus this fetish, he’s a real genuine guy, and so easy to speak to! I know, I know, be careful still. Of course, I’m not that stupid! Only will I ever meet in a public place and do this whole sinful swapping knickers for $100 business. This guy doesn’t know my name, he only knows me as Chloe, he doesn’t know where I live, just that I’m a stripper. Come to thinking about it Chloe’s a fucking hustler! High five Chloe!

We’re arranging a ‘meet’ for next week sometime, I’m pretty keen, I have nothing to loose other than a pair of pants, but hey, I’m a stripper, I have too many! I’m going to see if I can get together a few more ‘regulars’ and see what happens. Ohhhhh Craigslist

For now,
Chloe x

Findom!

As I began looking at weird fetishes trying to educate myself of these sexual habits, I came across something called Financial Domination, to me financial domination sounded boring, who has a fetish over finances? Weird..
But I had a look incase I was ever subjected to a male with this fetish and oh how the tables quickly turned.
For anyone who doesn’t know, Financial Domination is when a female (sometimes males too), rinses a guy for his money, they humiliate them, have them locked in chasity, punish them, even some blackmail them, but it’s all to do with what the guy prefers, some just like to be humiliated, being made to wear women’s underwear under their clothes and have them take pictures dressed up as sissys. All meanwhile these guys pay for it, they pay for the women to do this to them, some people use amazon, or paypal, and have wish lists that random guys can buy you presents off. I came across some very successful dommes and guys where paying just for her attention and she didn’t always give it to them. It’s crazy!
I was so intrigued I thought why not give it ago, so I did.
I was never the ‘Successful domme’ but I did have two subs who sent me money regularly for nothing pretty much. I would go on to Skype and watch them do stupid things to make me laugh, or they would do it out of competition in who could be best to ‘serve’ me, eventually I couldn’t handle splitting all this time between being the real me, being Chloe and then being a Findom it was just so complicated, I started slacking and ‘my boys’ began to loose interest also which is fair. However I think they spent near enough $2000 between them on me, just sending money into my Paypal account and through amazon, I would have to ‘reward’ them with my attention, so I would show them what I bought with their money and tell them how happy I was. I suppose an easier way to describe these people are that they are the losers at school and they do anything to be in with the cool kids. That was it. I did feel kind of bad at one point like these guys don’t actually know me and there giving me hundreds of dollars every other day, although in my defence this is their fetish, this is what they crave for!

It wasn’t until I moved to Victoria and one of the old ‘subs’ managed to get hold of me through other people and he wanted to ‘serve’ me again, I told him that I didn’t do it anymore and good luck with finding the right findom, but this guy seriously wouldn’t take no for an answer, instead of putting money into my Paypal he began buying gifts of an old wish list that was on amazon, so when these gifts started turning up I was so confused in to who they were from, I had a $50 gift card, a gorgeous wool hat, a Marc Jacobs bag, a pair of Nike blazers and Huf socks. The fuck? I couldn’t work out at first where these were coming from until the Marc Jacobs bag I knew I had put that on my amazon wish list, so I signed on to see who the hell had be buying me stuff and how I could take the wish list down, turns out it was my ex sub, I managed to get his email address and message him explaining very clearly that I don’t want anything from him, and that I’m pissed off because he had done that. He told me to keep the stuff and that one day I would come around it, but I never did.
The thing with financial domination is you either have it, or you don’t. You can’t just go onto these websites and social media sites make a profile and expect guys to start chucking money at you left, right and centre that is not the way that shit works! The amount of girls who actually believe it’s easy, you all need to line up and run one by one head first into a wall, that may knock some sense into you! It’s sooooooo much more complicated than that! It was annoying to see ‘Insta Dommes’ girls who had no clue whatsoever yet they would abuse guys if they showed the ‘Insta Domme’ no interest.
You have to have that thing about you, you need to have the guy be shit scared of you, petrified of what you can do, you need to have a lot of time and a lot of patience, because you will find so many time wasting pieces of shit. It’s probably just as annoying as Justin Beebs bad boy antics! It’s fucking stupid.
This one guy for instance, from Dubai, he gave me his credit card details, I obviously knew he was bullshitting, and he sat on Skype acting like a dog calling me a queen for 10 minutes before I was like ‘okay, fuck this, he’s too much of a liability’, so I said I wasn’t happy with him and didn’t want to ‘own’ him, he then went on to other dommes, not long after a fin domme messages me and was saying about how this guy told her I flew to Dubai to meet with him and I met his family, blah blah blah! Sooo weird, people are just weird!
If anyone is interested in Financial Domination, by all means go for it, but give yourself 3 months if you have nothing to show for 3 months, then it really isn’t for you!

First time Fetishes and Perverts!

So there we we are settling into this new place, we had numerous of warnings about the other girls, and if we had any problems to let them know to which they will ‘sort it out’. But we had no problems, I mean to T and C we were a god send compared to what they already had, but we honestly got on with all the girls, our first shift we were a little bit wary, but even to our surprise we all got on completely fine which is lucky because I can’t say the same for the other girls, they all just had so much beef between them. The bitching was ridiculous! Joan Rivers eat your heart out.

Working there I had many private dances a shift, which is amazing in stripper world, it means lots and lots and lots of money! Yay! I met people with weird fetishes, I met kinky couples, I met really lovely guys, and some sick perverts and some pretty normal perverts. Stripping is a big eye opener, I didn’t realise how un-satisfied men are because some are almost ashamed of these fetishes or fantasies that they have. I genuinely believe that some guys come to strippers for sex education. They think we are goddess of sex and we know everything, when in reality we probably know just as much as the cosmopolitan girls, I have found myself googling fetishes because a guy has come in and he’s looking for someone who can help him. You have to stay on top of a lot of things in stripper world, safety being your main priority and under standing fetishes your second because by now walking in them ridiculously high heels should be like second nature to you!

Take ‘John’ (totally just made that name up but it will do) for example. He was lovely, and quite shy at first but he quickly became my regular client. He came in, saw me dance, then booked me for a private dance, so I walk into the room and he’s sat in the chair in the corner almost cowardly like a school boy whose about to get a bollocking from the head teacher. I saw it as weak and pathetic and knew I could rinse him. I ask him simple questions whilst setting my stuff up, and he’s well mannered and polite and spoke so softly. I’m thinking ‘Is this dude for real? Where’s the balls on this guy?’ He explains that he doesn’t want me to do anything, literally nothing at all, but he wanted to get naked, and we just sit and have a conversation. John had booked me for half an hour, and you know when guys book for that long there’s usually a catch, like some sort of fetish. So I sit there in my sexy lingerie and he sits there fully naked, and we have a full blown conversation about normal things, he asked me about my life (I lie of course), and I ask him about his, we were chatting away like a bunch of old women, before you know it times up and T comes to let me know. That was that, I got paid to sit and listen whilst he sat there naked and got a kick out of it. Bizarre

Then there’s guys like ‘Real Estate’
I call him that because that’s all I knew about him, I mean he probably told me his name billions of times but he actually repulsed me that much my ears had given up on me as well as motivation for the dance! I couldn’t stand the freak! He was another regular of mine, (you do have the options of saying yes and no to clients of course but I knew I can rinse this rat each time), he became a regular because he thought in his weird little head that I fancied him. Ewww! Before I carry on I’m going to say, I would never and I mean never ever EVER date someone who I met from working in the club I’ve worked at, número uno – it can be classed as prostitution and I do not personally want to be tarnished with that brush. Número duo – the dudes that come in have issues, they have to pay for a woman’s attention/companionship/presence because they can’t get it anywhere else. Why would I date someone like that? I want a man not a bitch!
Finally número tres – I personally would feel wrong dating someone I got paid to dance naked for. For whatever reasons I would feel just wrong about the whole thing.
So this guy came in every Wednesday without fail, book me straight away, then comes the awkward dance, he would always say shit like “you fancy me don’t you?”, “you find me attractive!”, “I know this because you get shy around me”, shy? I’m fucking naked getting my twerk on, and your calling me shy? The fuck? He convinced himself I was besotted with him so in the end I let him think it, every time he’d ask me those stupid questions, oh I stroked his ego, I stroked it good! He in return would be stroking through his wallet to hand over the $$$. Worked everytime, then when I was leaving he was devastated, and wanted a picture of me. What a knob! Of course I said no! The problem with ‘Real Estate’ and the reasons for why I disliked him so much is because he used to swan in like he owned the place, he was so full of himself, and the bull shit that used to come out of his mouths he was like a girl he just bitched about everyone in the place and if this was non-stripper world I wouldn’t put up with that kind of shit, but in these cases you have to take a big dose of man the fuck up and get on with it, then do exactly that, man the fuck up and get the fuck on with it!

There was always ‘Tim’ or it may of been ‘Tom’ who fucking knows with world wide common names like that. He was one of my favourite clients. He had this crazy foot fetish, and he used to book for an hour or so ‘$$$’, I used to waltz into the room, give him a hug hello, sit up take my shoes off and get a foot massage for an hour, easy as that! Then he’d always leave an amazing tip! He liked long socks too, so he used to take them and sniff them for ages, it was disturbing once because I seen how hard he got over it, and I was thinking ‘eww how is that even possible, the stench of sweaty stripper feet turning men on’, apparently it does, and with what I was getting paid I am not one to complain!
“See you next week Tim/Tom”, wriggling them toes at him goodbye, and BINGO I always seen him the following week, I actually think it was the cheeky stretching of my toes and giving them a wriggle after receiving a foot massage that just weakened those knees for him! Oh and he was a very good masseuse I must admit! Top skills there Tim/Tom

There was ‘Doctor’, I was a bit frightened by him at first, but he was a total sweetheart, he used to come in on Fridays without fail, like clockwork. He was an easy one to satisfy he loved ass, so I put my best Beyonce bum wiggling in order, then I’d twerk for a bit, and before you know it he was one happy customer! Forever a big tipper too! Only problem was he did smell a little bit, I think that’s from working in the hospital all day though. I can’t imagine you smelling amazing after dealing with sick people day in – day out. Anyway, the thing with doctor, he was always so genuine, I believe he really did just come into the room to really chill out for a bit with some company. He never wanted me to take my lingerie off he just wanted me to dance and shake my ass for a bit, half way through he’d tell me to stop and then we’d have a catch up. He asks about how my weeks been, what my plans are etc and genuinely likes to hear what I have to say. I think he just liked pretty girls in lingerie, but uh.. Who doesn’t?!

The next guy I will mention we will call him ‘Fucker/Twat/Prick/Bastard/C@&!’ He defined those words! How I never killed this boy I do not know, he was a regular for a short time until he got banned, these are the kind of guys all girls have to watch out for regardless of jobs, even random guys you meet on a night out! I was booked with him and it must have been about my fourth maybe fifth time dancing for the prick, (which sickens me because he obviously figured out he has a chance of getting away with what he done, as I’m only 5″3 some guys think they can man-handle me), I was dancing away, giving a strip tease as you do, seductively taking off each item one by one, he then asks me to turn around because he loved my ass, I then of course turn around, I bend forward a little bit in order to hold onto the wall for my next big move, me bending forward ever so slightly gave him the impression that I wanted my bum licked. That’s right! I kid you not! This sick c*** actually got up, lent all the way forward and licked my bum, I spin around quicker than the fucking Tasmanian Devil, and screamed in his face. I couldn’t stop screaming, everyone can hear me screaming, he starts flapping like “Shut up, shut up, don’t tell T!!”, and I was so shocked and sickened that someone comes flying over and asks what’s going on and all I come out with is ‘he licked my bum’ (so embarrassing), well T went berserk and let’s just say that’s the end of Dickhead!
It’s a shame that things like that happen, but it does, all the time. Guys think they can physically handle the dancer and they can’t, especially when petite girls like myself have to give them the dance, they think we actually are horny sluts, when in reality they couldn’t be any further from the truth, I’d much rather be in bed eating toast watching top gear. We just have to give off the impression that we’re cock hungry sluts who think of nothing but cock, cock cock cock! We obviously do a fine job to be earning the $$$, but every girl has dealt with one of these arse holes at least once and I know that I’m pretty lucky with just having a bum licker! I know girls who have been hit, sexually assaulted, mugged, with stripping it’s not all just boobs and ass it can be very dangerous!

Can’t ever forget to mention ‘Bellybutton’ I think his name was Charles not quite sure.
I was petrified of this guy, I don’t know why but he just freaked me out so much, I guess I don’t like it when a guy is lingering around, window shopping the girls, it really does begin to get creepy. Belly button always fucking lurked. He looked like a Uncle Fester but with some horrible bowl cut hair style, it could have even been a wig, he was fat, he had a full on gut, and his face.. Well as I’m typing this I’m quivering with vomit bubbles brewing in my belly! His face just looked dull and with an expression of an 8 year old kid who looked sorry for himself stuck in a 50+ year olds body. He was just vile! Rich apparently but vile! He had a thing for me, he would follow me around and I used to run and hide out the back T and Leigh used to wind me up so much over him. Leigh told me he had two belly buttons hence the nickname belly button. I actually cried once because I needed to get to the office but I couldn’t because belly button was waiting for me, he actually used to wait for me, and I used to run for my life each time so he didn’t have the chance to speak to me. Once he waited outside for me after work, that really was the final straw and T and Leigh had to go and get rid of him and I had to escape work through the fire exit! He probably was harmless but he made my skin crawl and I couldn’t imagine anything worse than being in a room with him for however long he pleased. I would much rather chop my own fingers off and eat them! Yuck!

Can’t forget ‘Gustav’ he was old very very old probably experienced Jesus’ birth! German Gustav again is a made up name but it sounds German enough to me! He was so old like full on couldn’t see his eyes because the wrinkles took over his face, few strands of white hair left on that head of his. But by far the dirtiest talker I have ever witnessed if it wasn’t for the croaky old man voice he would of passed for a PSO (phone sex operator), I would be booked with him and he always was a gentleman to begin with but my first private dance for him was unforgettable. I thought holy shit I’m probably going to give this guy a heart attack at his he being in this kind of place! Oh how I was wrong and how he nearly gave me a heart attack! As soon as that private room door is closed it’s like he’s possessed by a sex crazy demon and the shit he says, never would you expect to hear a 90 year old say “I want to lick your young tight pussy”, VOM I actually said “excuse me?” The first time, he laughs, and carries on, that’s his kick. To verbally abuse me and sit and laugh at how repulsed I am by it, as soon as T or C or Tom comes to let me know it’s time up, he’s an absolute gentleman again! I think the saying ‘never judge a book by its cover’ fits in perfectly here!

Then there’s ‘Woof’ I never did find out his real name, or why this was a fetish of his because I luckily only experienced this once but he booked my for a private show, into the room of doom I go…
Only to sit and bark like a dog the whole time. Humiliating absolutely humiliating. I couldn’t take the whole thing seriously because I felt so fucking stupid barking at someone and being barked back at. Seriously if anyone knows or has this fetish please let me know more! I don’t know what’s more fucked up me barking at someone sounding half seal half dog because I’m dying not to laugh, or being barked back at and I must say pretty aggressively. I wanted to ask him about this fetish but I never did see him again, I think I ruined it for him.

There were so many guys who surprised me, not from my own experiences and what they wanted but from the other girls too, they liked girls to pee in front of them, the guys would like to wear woman’s underwear, one guy even asked Paris to disrespect his girlfriend. When I first started stripping I never came across fetishes until I moved to T&Cs place, I had to look at fetishes online and what they meant and educate myself on it because to be honest I didn’t have a clue that half of them even existed I only ever heard of foot fetish and I knew what a gimp was (so un-educated at the time). Ohhh how it enlightened me into a new world, and how many other doors opened, and how I got sucked into financial domination!