What do strippers fantasize about?

Sometimes people ask me what fantasies I have or what my favorite fantasies are. To be honest, I change out my fantasies quite frequently. For example, for a while I was into male-heavy threesomes and orgies on tropical beaches. Lately (like, this week) I have been thinking about more couple-oriented scenarios.

I don't think my fantasies through from beginning to end like a story. That explains why, even though I think a lot, I have not written many fantasy stories. Rather, I get an idea, and then the images flash into my head like a slide show. This is what has been on my mind this week:

• I meet my man in a truck stop, we pretend like we have never seen each other before, and he bangs me senseless in the pay shower.
  
• We go to a place where people will be surprised but not offended, and I get on my knees in front of him to perform a public blow-job with a messy facial ending.
  
• He throws me up against a wall, pushes my skirt up around my hips, shoves my thong to one side, and rams into me, kissing and biting me so hard my lips will be bruised for a week.
  
• I take him to work and give him a lap-dance the likes of which I have never given to anyone before. One or possibly both of us will need a change of clothes at the end. Sometimes this fantasy involves another dancer and a girly make-out session, as well.
  
• He waits in the dark for me to get home, throws me on the floor, and has his way with me, however much I holler and carry on.
  
• We meet in a tacky bar and go to an even tackier motel room. He pays me before we begin.
• He comes home to find me playing with my toys in the shower. He watches for a while, sliding his pants down to free himself. When he can't just stand by and watch any more, he joins me in the shower.
• As a variation on this theme, we are in a dom/sub relationship (we aren't, in reality) and he is going to punish me for using my toys without permission. I am going to get spanked and, since I like sticking things up there so much, I will now have to submit to larger and larger (or stranger) things.
  
• We start fooling around in the kitchen and wind up finger painting each other with chocolate syrup.
• I come home to find him looking at porn on the computer or watching a movie. Without saying a word, I begin to imitate and act out whatever I see on the screen, recreating in living flesh whatever images he had been getting off on.
  
• I spend the day in a loose skirt and no underwear, giving him easy access whenever and wherever he wants.
  

OK, that's enough for now. I need to go take a shower. And it has only a little to do with getting clean . . . .