Trapper Chronicles

The Next Day-- The phone rings and I damn near break my neck to get across the room and grab it off the nightstand. "Hello, Tony?" "You have a collect call from TONY, an inmate at The Essex County Facility to accept the charges press one---" *BLEEEEEPPP* Pressed that shit so fast! "Bae, wassup! You did what I told you to do?" His voice penetrated my soul, I felt every hair stand up. I missed my man. It had only been 24 hours since they took him away but I was completely shattered without him. "Hi baby, I missed your voice! Are you ok? I went out and grabbed a few things like you said, I'm getting ready now." My voice was trembling! Now, before all this crazy shit took place I would've never imagined I'd be selling pussy. Especially not for the man I was supposed to marry and have my kids with! But from the way he explained it to my primitive mind, there was no other way and I really had no other choice. I had to do whatever I

In the criminal justice system, sexual-based offenses are considered especially heinous!!! But in the trap, that's just not the case!  The dedicated hustlers that extort these dummies are members of an elite squad known as GTMB. ( Get That Money Bitch) These are their stories! LaLaBabi, NYC-- I met a real freak nigga once while I was shaking ass in New York. His name was Jon; he would take me to the VIP at Scarlette's and pay me to slap him and choke him with my thong. He told me he was a masochist and that pain turned him on. I never heard of the term before meeting him,  I just thought Jon was a little weird because I'm sure he could of went over to NJ and got slapped for free.  I would watch him wait by the edge of the stage to pay strippers for their thongs. Later I'd catch him at the bar trying to sniff the thongs or just flat out eating them. It was a point when all the dancers would be in the dressing room complaining because they were running out of tho

In the criminal justice system, sexual-based offenses are considered especially heinous!!! But in the trap, that's just not the case!  The dedicated hustlers that extort these dummies are members of an elite squad known as GTMB. ( Get That Money Bitch) These are their stories! KANDY.Oakland.CA--  Franklin was one of my favorite tricks! We met back in 2010, He wasn't very attractive (not at all), but honestly, tricks are never really attractive! He didn't need looks cause he had a big bank and would come to see me at the club every payday. It was so regular for me to get $500 from him every two weeks, I saved his number in my phone as Direct Deposit!   Cause without delay,  when that money hit his account, please believe it would be in my hand by the end of the day. You would imagine that he was bringing me all this money to fuck him but that wasn't even the case. No matter how much he offered to pay me or pleaded to just stick the tip in, I always turned it dow

 -- Last year was hard for me, I was basically homeless going from couch to couch all around New Jersey. I was dancing at all the bum-ass hole in the wall clubs trying to make enough for a hotel room just to take a shower. Dancers know the summertime struggle is REAL and the money is so slow it's not even funny! Still got bills to pay so as I always say, "Slow money better than no money."  I get to Candy-Girls one night and it's literally three people sitting at the bar. I started to walk out and go try Alices right down the street but when I turned my head I saw a man motion for me to come to him. I walked over and with each step noticed how fine this older man was. As I approached him, he smiled and looked very happy to see me, like I knew him from somewhere. I knew I had never met him because I would have remembered! He was black, in his mid-thirties and had a little salt and pepper beard going on. His arms were bulky and big like he worked out for a living. The ma

I started dancing at Red Diamond in 2014 after I lost my job; felt like I really didn't have a choice. My boyfriend of 6 years left me with rent, bills, and two small children to feed. I had to do what I had to do! It was cool at first, I didn't know how to dance but I had a fat ass and a pretty face so niggas was fuckin with me! I was making 400 or better every night, paying my bills and taking care of my children. My only problem, even though the money was coming in, it was going out even faster. Every time I turned around I had to pay for some shit! School clothes, babysitter, phone bills, braces for my daughter, new cleets for my son; whatever the tab was that shit was ALL ME! I held it down the best way I could on my own and tried to uphold my integrity as a woman and a mother although I took my clothes off for money. I didn't do drugs, sleep around or talk to too many dudes if it wasn't about money. Most of my day was spent texting customers from the club so they

So this weekend started pretty normal, I had just made me a wig and I was ready to get cute and be all up in a rich nigga face. Every dancer knew all the baller niggas would be attending the Superbowl, so literally, every stripping hoe you could think of was in Miami. All the clubs were filled to capacity with dancers and charging $150 or more to work. Considering that we usually pay no more than $60, everybody thought they was gonna leave Miami with some money! Not to mention, the famous Stripper bowl was supposed to end off the weekend with a huge bang. WELL-- Shit just didn't happen that way! A lot of bitches got stuck in Miami and had to work or suck some dick to get back to their respective states. That leads me to this crazy ass story, from when I linked up with a dancer I knew from Jersey. Trying to help a bitch out, I got myself into some straight bullshit!!  It all started when Lady hit my phone at around 9 pm a week after the Superbowl. I was surprised that she was stil