There's no place like...the club.

There’s no place like the club, there’s no place like the club, there’s no place like the club. I click my 6-inch heels and hope for my client to come and shower me with much-needed affection and money. It has been weeks since I have been back to the club. Returning is always bittersweet. There is excitement for the dark atmosphere, the loud music, the low lights, the beautiful models, and the rich men. Then there is another side. A part of me that wants to flee to someplace where no one knows me, where my responsibilities begin and end with me, and where I can spend my days doing only what makes me happy and turns me on. Not that this place doesn’t turn me on, but it’s not quite the paradise I always dream of.

Valarie MercedComment