Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

I have always fantasied about working as a stripper in an old-school strip club. There have to be ones that still operate like how I am thinking today, but I can’t think of any off the top of my head. You know the ones that rockstars would visit in the 80’s and before? The ones you could get head at under a table. I would be a successful addition to that kind of place, secret back rooms where there was a bowl full of condoms on every table, regardless of if they ever got used. I would be the talk of the town! Catching wind all of that I am sure you would want to come see what all the fuss was about.

Firstly, being a stripper would make me feel so glamorous.

Those shimmering lights illuminating my skin as I spun around the pole and shook my ass for all the men to oogle at? Sexy can’t even begin to describe that. I always want to show off and make it known how hot I am! Eyes gracing my body as I spin around, showing off every inch of myself. Every guy almost falling over themselves to get a chance at a hot teen like me who isn’t scared to be open and sexy. Who wouldn’t jump at the chance?

Secondly, my backroom would always be filled with any cock I wanted in the building. Constantly building up my list of guys to play with. Any girl would be lucky to have that. Sometimes I sit and dream about it, all the outfits I would buy. Everything is just too sophisitcated now! Sophistication has ruined my desire to be used and tossed out by any hot guy I have my eyes on. Organized business making all my hopes disappear. Clearly if you are reading this you would be happy to see me on stage in a seedy place with cheap drinks. Candy Stripper Mila would always be down. For instance, I am probably hanging in chat if you’re here on a good day.