Hi. I’m normally Gera. A 20-something student who should have graduated a few years ago.
I stay up way too cramming for exams, and I spend an obscene amount on small-brew, artisan coffee. One habit fuels another addiction.
During the day, I’m really boring. Like, unsalted boring. Think unsalted peanut butter and unsalted movie popcorn. I’m that boring. It works and it makes me a super Plain Jane.
After 7 pm, I’m Lollie. I’m at the strip club, climbing the pole and stuffing my panties with tips. I dot my ‘i’ with tiny a heart. I wear orange-red lipstick, and my eyeliner is fiercely winged. I only drink top-shelf champagne, directly from the bottle. I’m an effervescent drunk that hugs too much, and my natural nail polish is perfection.
If I’m out of town on a business trip, I’m Seven. Seven relies upon heavy contour and Kylie Jenner wanna-be lips. Her attitude is like her bangs – short and blunt. She’s snarky and likes conversations to the point, with no time for bullshit.
It’s a revolving carousel of names, different location, different club, different name. No matter which alter-ego I am, how red my lips are, or how on-point my cat eye is, I’ll always answer to SaltyB. At the end of the shift, all that matters is how I sell it in my black lace bra, g-panties, and 5-inch clear stripper heels.
This blog is my daily thoughts, internal conversations, and anonymous customers from the student grind and the strip club hustle.
Let’s go get it,
Xo-SaltyB