a white stripper asks you
where did you get your ass done
and you tell her
the womb,
then move away
clutching the straw dipping into your ginger ale
tightly between your teeth.
this is the price you pay
you know your body is the ideal this work is based on
and you come by it
naturally
when you are feeling frisky, you say
rice and goat meat
never tell your clients
my momma
here
you are nobody’s daughter.
on your first night,
you told a client
he had the same job as your father
big mistake
his eyes widened
and he looked at you as a real person
and was disgusted.
black men are more forthright
as always
and you know that they appreciate your body
it feels like home
but what they have really come to dine on tonight
is that light, light skin of yours
the nose which comes not from your momma
nor from your daddy
but some long off ancestor
which always earned you the name
bunny
when you were small.
if the client is lightskinned
he will inevitably tell you
that he prefers white women
and you will make a sound of disgust
and scoot off the couch
your ass making a loud
squelch! noise
to let him know
all this booty he is missing.
they would rather see your body on a white girl
no matter where they come from
is nothing sacred?
no, apparently not.
white strippers tell you that you are wasting time
twerking like you are still in the states
don’t you know all your money is in the privates?
don’t give them a free show
you make your body move for dollars
but after a few weeks
they start copying you
trying to wiggle in the section
its awkward to see
and painful to watch
when a client picks them over you
not knowing these are moves
you and your sister practiced
for a whole summer
helping each other
flip upside down
and pop it on a handstand
up against the upstairs hallway.
you are tired
a latinx stripper calls a black customer
the n-word
and you go off on in her
in english and spanish
down in the dressing room
after she leaves
the mirrored panels and the women in them
are silent as the grave.
How much more?
you curse walking home
rolling your suitcase behind you
can’t i just get naked for money without somebody saying the n-word?
can’t we all just sell ass in peace?
apparently not.
at least these bitches are afraid of you
their racism is their fear
the stereotype, your power
and you’ve never been one to run from a fight
but you do avoid them
because you are afraid of what you might do
at home, you curl your tired body
all the shapes and curves
into the warmth of your shower
and then your bed
relax your jaw
live to dance another day.
miss mirage, also known online as thepasteldomina, is a writer and the author of erotic semi-fiction stories such as 'reggaeton strap-on: a latina lesbian adventure' and 'his first escort: f*cking my favorite comedian.' a s*x worker for over a decade, she currently writes and records audioerotica for her devoted worshippers on patreon and manyvids, while working occasionally as a str!pper. she receives tributes from devoted subs and fans through https://throne.com/thepasteldomina. her erotica can be accessed via patreon through the web address: tinyurl.com/miss-mirages-world. you can take a peek into her beautiful world on fetlife with her username: thepasteldomina. find her on x: @pasteldomina
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