Welcome to the lunch shift, I am Solara.


I figured I should pick a name that honors the daytime, so I went with something sun-themed.


I've been here off and on for about ten years.


Sometimes I leave, always on decent terms of course, but then life happens and I have to come back. Why is it so damn hard for a single woman to make it on her own, these days?


I love the fact that there are other older girls here too. Maybe I'm not the oldest one? Who knows. None of us will tell anyone our real ages. When I'm asked, I just say "It's rude to ask a lady her age," and then I move on.


The money is just too good in a job like this if you know what you're doing, and if I know anything it's this line of work.


I used to be a showgirl in Reno (never did make it to Vegas) and was sidelined by a knee injury. I didn't want to leave Reno so I took a stripper job. It was either that or one of the Ranches, and well, I just couldn't.


You see, I am actually what they call a Demi-sexual. This means that I am not sexually interested in someone unless we share a bond of some kind. I know that sex workers don't necessarily need to be sexually into their clients, but I just can't fake it like that.


I can pretend for long enough to do private dances, but that's because they're about four minutes tops.


I used to think something was wrong with me...


I could feel somewhat attracted to a man, but that was it. I wasn't really interested in sex outside of some natural curiosity.


Then I fell in love...


Oh God, I didn't know I had it in me.


We could go for hours. Days.


But when we split up, I had no desire to do the rebound thing.


It was after all that, that I found out about the Asexuality spectrum and that I fell somewhere in the middle.


I felt so relieved! Especially after I met others like me.


Nowadays, I don't feel so weirded out by my preferences, but on occasion, I wish I was different.


I wish I could feel the kind of animal attraction that fills the pages of romance novels (or my newest favorite, "Romantasy" novels.) I wish I could get into things like in the movies. But unless we have a very deep, very secure bond, it ain't happening.


I used to somehow feel the slightest twinge of arousal with that 80's Mickey Rourke movie 9 1/2 Weeks, but now it kind of annoys me that I found that erotic. The dude was insane. Anyway, the book is much better, but isn't that usually the case?


Mickey Rourke was pretty gorgeous back then though, I have to give him that. I still like him on account of his activism with dogs and wolves.


Dogs are probably my biggest passion. I have twelve.


Yes, twelve.


This is one of the main reasons why I have to work so hard. Dog food and vets ain't cheap!


My dream is to live in an orchard someday, and just have my dogs, and some fruit trees. But I have yet to find an orchard for sale.


It's good to dream though. If you don't dream anymore, what are you even doing?


So knee problems and demi-sexuality notwithstanding, I'm a pretty good exotic dancer.


And the bouncers love me.


One of my girl dogs is going to have puppies soon and a few of them have dibs. Some of the girls here have expressed interest too. This one gal, they call her Spider-Girl shocked the hell out of me one day, when I was leaving and she was arriving.


This chick never talks to anyone, but when she saw my phone's lock screen, which was a photo of my Pomsky, Althea, she had to show me her Pomsky, Raymond.


Raymond.


That was the best laugh I'd had in a while.


Anyhow, Spider Girl has a weakness for Pomskys and other little dogs.


Who knew?


This job shocks the hell out of me, still.

Even after all these years.