new blog obsession: SUGAR TITS

Sugar Tits is a 23 year old American girl studying abroad in Italy. She answers loads of pressing sex questions from her readers, but the best part about her blog are her really funny and well-written life anecdotes as she chases beautiful European boys, regrets one-night stands, and attempts to start an escort business with her friend after being rejected jobs at American Apparel. But what I think is really unique and exciting about her blog are her posts about her new job as a stripper. She provides an excitingly honest insight into working in the adult entertainment industry, and as a girl I can kind of relate to (she listens to Lady Gaga and David Bowie, studies film, and has crushes on her teachers…)

"This bathroom is the bane of my existence. Used to be lockless-now doorless? Come on, guys. "

Here’s one of her stories about the strip club. I’ve spent all morning going back pages and pages into her blog, srsly SO ADDICTED.

The Edge of Whorey
I arrive early to speak to a woman at the front who scans my documents and asks if I’m ready. Yes. Am I experienced? No. Am I aware I have to get fully naked? Yes. Is that a problem? No.

I get lead downstairs by a fat man who works at the door and says he’s the one I inform when doing private dances and he will show me to the right room and he promises me that if I have sex he will find out so don’t do it. Ok.

I change in the dressing room the size of a porta potty while the other girls start piling in. They are nice, funny. Older. I watch the one from Brazil open a gift from her boyfriend, for her birthday, a brown set of underwear, she hates brown, she says. She will never wear them. A Romanian girl sees me smiling, excited. You’re new? Yes. It will be hard for you, don’t get upset. Ok, I won’t.

We go downstairs and start drinking and sit in anticipation for the clients’ arrival. One big room, full of bad bitches, waiting on lonely men.

"They finally let me take photos at work! Here’s us setting up for our 'Halloween Party'"

In Italy Strip Clubs are different than in the US in that 1) the clients can touch you and 2) they don’t give tips. No bills shoved in your panties. The way it works here is you have to sit on a guy’s lap and give lap dances or whatever just in hopes of him “buying you a drink” just so you can get 15% from it. Sit next to him, on him, facing him, let him touch your legs and your ass while you dry hump his chubby boner. Yes you looked very interesting, I noticed you from across the room. I had to come over. Oh, so handsome. Where are you from? Milan? That’s so amazing! What do you do? Bank teller? Fantastic! Rub his crotch. No, really, I like bigger guys. A beer belly is sexy. Let him touch your boobs. You aren’t thirsty? You drank at home? Not even a diet coke? What? I finish at five. No, we can’t meet later. Sorry, I have to go.

It would work nicely if the men weren’t so fucking cheap. I am shocked by how stingy they are. I get bought drinks but only one by each guy, none of which can afford the prive’, all of which want to just “meet later, so that we can fuck.”

The only thing going inside me later is a Kebap.

They get offended when you walk away and sit next to somebody else.

Each girl gets called up for a few 15-minute intervals to strip. I’m not as bad as I thought, some are even worse than me. But I get super upset when my time is over and the DJ starts playing Gaga. The Edge Of Glory. He’d promised he’d play her for me.

At the end of the night I get my cash, a panini (the kebap place was closed) and call a taxi and go to sleep. I’m sad to say I’m not too excited about going back tonight. Maybe I just have a bad attitude. Maybe I shouldn’t have expected to be working with Tyra Bankses and dancing for Richard Geres.

Sugar Tits

READ IT!

xo anna

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One Comment on “new blog obsession: SUGAR TITS”

  1. ratonrose says:

    cant wait to read this all. So glad you posted it on here!!! and….I FUCKING MISS YOU!!!!


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