therealprettyboygirl

“El Jefe”

It wasn’t that Rat didn’t appreciate Jeff’s help. If anything, he was the primary person enabling them to recover without taking a major hit to their finances. Jeff blundered his way into Rat’s room, encumbered by a number of bags containing everything from first aid supplies to a variety of soups and nonperishable it...

Everybody Loves Richard

***I’m on vacation, y’all. i’ve needed a break for so long, and i’m finally getting one. here is a story from the archives in the meantime.***

Richard has been making more and more frequent appearances at the club recently, often looking tired, usually wearing the same purple-gray Champion sweatsuit s...

Sorry I Forgot Your Name

I’ve been going through a period of readjustment. My body is slowly losing some of the softness it accumulated over the course of the pandemic. I have new regulars now, and I’ve been lucky enough to retain a few of the older ones. I’ve fallen out of practice with retaining mens’ names. I can only meet a Brian or Jeff ...

The Waiting Room

hey everyone,

i’ve been running behind with my deadlines, so this week i have a short passage from the book, but i will have more later this week once i submit this article. a lot has been going on with my return to the club and my various misadventures in polyamory. i hit a wall recently with my capacity t...

After The Fall

***hey everyone, it’s been a difficult time for mr./mrs.prettyboygirl. my mental health has been terrible. it’s been bad enough i’ve actually felt physically ill and unable to complete basic tasks. i’m doing my best to attend to myself, but it can be difficult when there are so many other things that need my care and ...

The Fall

Ronnie was in a good mood, a rarity in Rat’s experience. Ronnie had Rat checked out in under five minutes. Whatever the reason, Rat was grateful. Domino walked them out. He was a large quiet man with a stern face like a bulldog, but Domino was soft. He was capable of flattening an unruly customer, but early in the evenings ...

Half Your Earnings, Plus A Tip

Michael floundered, clearly vacillating between taking the upsell and sticking to the original plan. The situation had already been overwhelming for him to begin with, and Rat could tell that he was second guessing even making the decision to purchase a dance. Rat didn’t want him to slip from the end of their hook, so they ...

Drag a Man into Debt

“Believe it or not, I owned a construction company that used to outfit businesses for whatever their needs might be. I was doing office buildings, private schools, stores at the mall, and the occasional strip club. Normally, we’d have these businesses on a five year payment plan for the outfitting renovations, but the str...

Trust Falls

“May I?” He asked, hovering a hand over Rat’s thigh.

“Of course, Darryl,” Rat replied.

Rat appreciated his courteousness. Most customers felt entitled to touch as they pleased without regard for Rat’s boundaries. It was refreshing not to have to put their foot down so early into t...

The Birkin Bag of Pussies

This was not how Rat had envisioned the night going. Not at all. Rat gingerly pushed themself up to sit. Their head was spinning. It had been a gamble, climbing onto one of the garbage bins to reach the fire escape ladder, especially after however many drinks they’d downed early that night. But inebriation makes overestimat...

The Crazy Russian

“Do I get to weigh in?” Darius asked.

Darius, Tiger, and Rat were browsing the Sunday farmers’ market downtown, under the bridge on Saratoga. The smell of funnel cakes wafted through the air. Rat was eating bread and butter pickle slices from a tub of pickles.

“No.” Rat replied, sl...

A Gazelle, A Rat, A Tiger, And Darius

The Lexington Market stop was bustling as usual. There were several schools nearby and the students were out for the day, walking together in dense cliques, stopping to loiter in front of shops and chatter loudly. As a fire truck's siren blared nearby, a mother crossed the street with a baby sleeping in a stroller, undeterred...

A Gender Fluid Threesome

“You have perfect nipples”

Rat looked up, unsure of who was addressing them. They were sitting in a booth beside one of the mini stages for VIP dances. Rat had been lost in thought, typing a to-do checklist into their phone. They hated forgetting important details, and they had forgotten a very important ...

Levels of Cruelty

hey everyone. this is an excerpt of a book i’m hoping to write. i was asked by a notable publishing company to put together a proposal. this is a bit of that. it is fiction. trigger warning: contains sexual assault.

Candy was in a twenty minute room. Good for her. She deserved a break, considerin...

A Solid Chunk of Money

Last week was a wonderful experiment that demonstrated why I need to have solid boundaries. The great irony was that I was the one overstepping my limits. My clients were all respectful, and relatively easy to wrangle, but my own impulse to overbook myself and push my own capacity left me spread so thin that I hardly felt lik...

Pole Dance As Music Video Metaphor: A Review of Montero, Good Days, and Cellophane

When I saw that SZA had released Good Days, a music video throughout which she uses pole dance as a vehicle for metaphor, I was reminded of Cellophane by FKA Twigs, and I started reflecting on how music videos have used pole dance to signal a variety of things: from fragility, grace, ascent and descent of the soul, and in the...

My Virginal Vulva: Four Hour Fuck Fest pt. 2

Evan: How could they not?

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Valeska: He smokes like my ex-husband. My ex got me into smoking. The worst part was how it became part of everything. I make coffee and smoke, come home from work and smoke. I stopped, but it’s so easy to start again. You drink and have a cigarette, and that�...

Cyber Show Conflict

minor edit: this post is public and no longer behind a paywall, apologies for the paywall.

I know I said I would post my story, and I will later this week, but I need to get this off of my chest, because it has been keeping me up at night.

I have been so conflicted this past weekend trying to...

Hex Work Burnout / Four Hour Fuck Fest pt 1

It has been quite a week. This entry is going to be continued later this week, because I’m very behind on my other work. I’m pitching an article about the effects of SESTA / FOSTA on the development of sex work community to a tech magazine; preparing for a panel discussion with the Criterion Collection; conditioning my bo...

So You Wanna Rent A Whore

I was asked recently via IG what the proper way might be to go about purchasing time with a friendly neighborhood sex worker, and while I’ve discussed many of the considerations I have as a provider, it’s been a while since I’ve gone over the customer end of the exchange (beyond purchasing happy ending massages).

GKM: The Origin Story

Hey y’all, I’m on vacation, so here is one from the vault. Many of you know GKM is my primary escorting client/SD. But you may not have been following me long enough to know how we met. So here is the story from like almost 3 years ago.

Me: Hi.

Him: Hello there, beautiful.

Me: Mind ...

Productive Criticism fun fun fun

I’m an activist. If you don’t know that by now, either I’m not using my rhetorical powers adequately, or I’m doing it so well that you’ve been learning without realizing what’s happening. Regardless, the work I do as an activist takes many forms. Here on Patreon, I do my antistigma work by writing about my experie...

A Good Whore Is Hard To Find

I've been putting off this post for a few reasons. One because I’m tired as fuck and have not had a moment to collect myself all week. Two, because I finally got to see one of my regulars who shall not be named (according to his wishes, certainly not mine), and we had such a Patreon entry worthy time together, it thoroughly...

buying a ticket to the slut factory

Arousal is a fragile creature. I would describe the United States as a place characterized by flagging arousal and performance anxiety. I know it’s very human to have fear and shame integrated into every aspect of our bodies, from asymmetry, size, whether big or small, and other aesthetic to profound differences, but I don�...

11th Month-a-versary

I know I’ve been a bit of a buzzkill in my latest posts. It’s been almost a year since our pandemmy began. I remember, for several of those first months, I was in denial. When the NBA postponed their season, Coachella and Lollapalooza completely cancelled, and my club shut its doors, I naively thought there was a chance w...

Ravishing Ravaging Pandaddy

I feel like I need to download a little bit. Patreon has been incredible for me, as far as building additional revenue streams at a moment where my primary job has become totally unsafe to perform, but lately it has become stifling. Partially, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have invited so many clients to read my work. Knowin...

The Body Machine

TW: death, schizophrenia

I didn’t quite know how to approach grieving this week. I felt it taking over my body at times, particularly my brain. I’ve been hopelessly scattered and disorganized, even with my best efforts. I’ve been torn between obligations, and the involuntary shutdown my mind and body co...

A Pause

She passed this week.

The best most of us could get was one final Zoom call with the camera on the table beside her hospital bed. She wasn’t awake or able to communicate because she was heavily sedated and needed a ventilator to breathe. It was not what she deserved. She was very well loved by s...

Honest Liars

Mr. Robinson had worried me since our first phone conversation because he particularly emphasized the need for our relationship to feel mutual. It had been a bit of an ego bruise for him to pay for my company, particularly at my above-market rates, but he had acquiesced. He had authored his own WYP page, there was no denying ...

Working Through The Grief Pit

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It’s been a challenging week. In all honesty, I’d been planning out this entry for several days with the intent of leaning upbeat. But yesterday I received more difficult news, and I’m still processing my feelings. So to give myself adequate space to acknowledge the array of feelings I have right now...