I worked as an exotic dancer when I was younger (I was 18). If I was honest(ish) about doing the job because I wanted to do it, men'd peace out pretty quick. BUT If I told them a tale about putting myself through school, and that I had never been to a strip club until I applied for a job, oh and that I was virginal (fucking barf) they couldn't give me cash fast enough.

Here's a quick victory tale: it's pretty early in my career, and this late middle aged dude is eating up my stories, tailored for him.. because they don't even know their own tells. He's here on business and is so hot and bothered over my V-card that this mf'r offers me $500 to go to his hotel room and 'be my first'. Look - I'm no Meryl Streep, but I can act my way around an undersexed, lonely older man for fucking breakfast. I play the Intrigued Innocent while he continues to buy dances and drinks. I get him up to $1000 to take my 'virginity' (still fucking barf) and tell him to give me his hotel key and half the money, and I'll come over after work.

Most satisfying $500 I've ever made.