I was patrolling a few nights ago and came across the tell tale sign of death. Once you smell death once you will never be able to forget it. It was behind a dumpster in an alley a few blocks up from where I work. I expected to find a body that had been savaged by demons ( Read more... )

I'd be in Italy. Technically I could be there now, but it's an expensive trip. It's on my list of things to do before I die, actually. Right up there with skydive naked, and put out my own line of lesbian porn videos. One of those is a lie. See if you can figure out which. Italy is beautiful, though it's a little warm in the years to visit now. I'd ( Read more... )

The music is so loud that it's echoing in the club. Tables seem to be vibrating. It's most likely due to the people dancing in their chairs more than the volume from the speakers. The lights shine bright. I take the stage. I can't see their faces. None of them register to me. Instead I'm moving my body in time to the music. If I can make myself ( Read more... )

If I had a million dollars not much would change. I'd still be dancing. I'm good at it, and it allows me to protect those that need protection and are often overlooked because of their lifestyle. I'd probably buy my own club. Make sure it was a safe place for any of the girls who needed a place to crash or whatever. I'd make sure that the girls ( Read more... )

80s hair band music is great to dance too. The guys in their business suits like it as much as the guys in jeans and t-shirts. They sit up close to the stage, money in their hand, as they wait for Paige to emerge from the curtains. The arena rock bounces off the walls of the club as she glides effortlessly across the stage. Hips moving in time to ( Read more... )

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Hi my name is Paige and I'm an alcoholic. Ok, not really. I mean my name is Paige, but as far as I know I'm not an alcoholic. That was more my mom's thing than mine. I'm not great at introductions unless you're waving cash near the stage and trying to get my attention. I'm an exotic dancer, but you can call me a stripper if you want. It's just a ( Read more... )

Paige had aspirations of being a dancer for as long as she could remember. Her mother couldn't afford dance lessons since the child support payments from her father were always late if they ever arrived at all. That didn't stop Paige from practicing in front of her mirror for hours every day trying to master the routines she saw the older girls and ( Read more... )