Sex Workers, OnlyFans Models, And Strippers Are Sharing Their First Client Story

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“Former stripper here. … It was absolutely terrifying. I will say that I had really no idea what I was walking into. I saw an ad on Craigslist, sent in a bikini picture (smart), received an email from the owner, and went in that night. I thought I would just get some information and go from there, but they convinced me to do a short shift then and there…when I had never done anything like that before.”

“For that first time, I was given a little outfit (similar to a bikini) for free (which I still have) and just sent out to watch what the other girls were doing. I remember that it was oddly early in the day, so there weren’t a ton of people in the club, which was helpful, but I honestly had no idea what was going on. The DJ pulled me aside and asked me what kind of music I liked, to which I answered ‘rap,’ and he laughed at me. Then he asked me what I was going to go by. Again, I was speechless, and one of the managers happened to be walking by, thankfully. He threw out ‘Delilah,’ and she was born. Shortly after, it was my first time on stage, and because there were so few girls in the club, we were each doing three songs on the top stage and three songs on the bottom stage. The pole was intimidating, I could barely walk on heels, so I basically just rolled around on the stage, rubbing my boobs. When I got to the bottom stage, one of the other girls took pity on me and came up to sit at the tip bar. If I remember correctly, she was my first customer. She leaned into me and instructed me to lean back onto the bar and bicycle my legs in the air while keeping eye contact as she tucked dollar bills in the waistband of my bikini bottoms. She saved my life that night. If you’re here, I love you.

When I went to the back rooms to give my first private lap dance, I was awkward as all hell. When you come back, you have to pay the bouncer (1 song=$30, $20 of which went to me and $10 for the house), and I asked him about taking off my bottoms. I had seen several of the girls taking off their bottoms while they were dancing to reveal a sparkly or beautiful thong underneath, but I was nude under mine, and it wasn’t a nude club. I remember him staring at me, asking why I didn’t have a thong on underneath, and me getting defensive because no one had told me or provided me with one.

… It gets a lot easier. You start having to pay for everything, including outfits, work, and makeup. Luckily, at my club, there was a house mom who took care of us. As someone told me soon after I started working, I did quickly become jaded, and it became second nature to just go sit on a random man’s or woman’s lap and disconnect from who I was entirely, which is a quiet, calm, not super social person.”

—u/kdubs542