Is it better if I say it is? Was I born for this? Wasn't I raised to be virginal? That thing that men created to see if another man has touched me. Touch is always imagined as violence. Smash. Bang. Sex is power? Hit. Crack. Half my clients have pictures of their families as their screen saver. The wedding ring is a message between men. I always made more money when I wore pigtails. “You’re better than this” I don't do that anymore. The women in school girl outfits pay their rent in one night. “You look like my daughter” Pounded. Railed. Sex is power. POV: Big tittied latina gets face fucked. “What do I get if I go to the back?” No one taught me this but my dignity has a price. “The other girls let me” This club would be empty if no one got paid. Grandfather, Father, Son; all three got dances from me for grandpa’s birthday. The grandfather died later that night. I didn't feel bad. He shoved his fingers up me and bit my nipple and it's harder to tell the 96 year old no. Why would he stop now he's gotten away with it his whole life? I pretend to be sad about it to all my other clients. I have a pussy that kills now. They want some too. They'll pay $20 bucks a pop to watch me dance and cop a feel when I turn around. I tip out security extra each night so they'll listen when I need help. I’m not allowed in the building if I forgot to shave. My body; commodity. Sex is power.