Meet Brit Kenner, Escort, Stripper and College Student

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The first question you’re going to ask me is why am I stripping?

Why would a junior political studies student with a GPA of 3.77 at UCLA with dreams of attending a top fifty law school be willing to undress and dance in front of perfect strangers and take on all the risks that go with this profession?

The answer I gave to almost anyone who asked was the money.

My mother was and is a schizophrenic who is in and out of hospitals, and my dad — well, I never knew him.

But if you caught me in one of my more vulnerable moments, the real reason I undressed, danced, and did other hugely risky things was that I truly enjoyed it. I got a thrill out of taking off my clothes in front of dozens, sometimes hundreds, of men and driving them wild with desire. But more than dancing, I loved the other, more intimate and lucrative part of my world.

And for better or worse, I also loved all the action that went with the lifestyle.

The men, the gifts, the drugs, the trips, the opportunities, and sometimes even the drama. All of it was intoxicating, and all of it was there for the taking if you could manage to do a few things.

First, whatever you do, you can’t work in a club where the management allows organized crime to operate. The moment this happens, you can kiss your independence and the rest of your life goodbye. Whether it’s the Hells Angels, Mexican gangbangers, or MS13, they would own and control you.

Second. Never ever fall in love.

You’d think in this industry, women would know better than to fall for a guy who comes to a strip club, but you’d be wrong.

I’ve been doing this work for over three years, and I’ve lost count of the number of women who’ve lost themselves to the foolish notion they’re Julia Roberts only to find out the Richard Gere they’ve fallen for is married, is an abuser, a liar, a broke loser or more often than not, all of the above.

Nope. Not me, and not the women who treated the world of exotic dancing for what it truly was: a business.

Even with the arrival of Only Fans, strip clubs remain a multi-billion-dollar industry where a talented and pretty gal like myself could make an incredible living. And unlike Only Fans or porn, it was a living where I could remain relatively anonymous.

Ten years from now, when I work at a law firm on the other side of the country, no one will be able to drag up a video of me sucking some random porn star’s cock or performing some other kind of outrageous request for a too-rich Saudi prince with a fetish for golden showers.

No, in ten years, I would be living an obscure and entirely different lifestyle with my natural hair color, married to a nice man who had no idea how I paid for college, and making money with my brain and not my body.

But until then, I did have to make money. College — even state college was expensive.

My name is Brit Kenner, and what follows is my story — or the parts of it that I’m willing to share.

Intrigued? Well, if you are, you can read Chapter 2 here. However, if you want to read or hear Brit’s story in full, you’ll have to purchase the full story. It’ll be out in November 2024. Sign up for my newsletter for updates on my writing, including the release of Billionaire Private Dancer.