Hey there! I'm Samantha, but you can call me Sammi. I'm a 30-year-old blonde bombshell who's always up for a good time. Growing up, I was never the type to shy away from attention. In fact, I craved it like air. My parents were high school sweethearts and always made sure I had everything I needed growing up.

As a kid, I was that girl who would walk down the hallway with her head held high and her hips swaying just so. I knew how to work it even back then! But, let's be real - it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. My parents divorced when I was 16 and my mom remarried a man who turned out to be a total creep.

He had this weird obsession with me and would constantly watch me when he thought no one was looking. It made me feel like I was trapped in some sick, twisted world where I couldn't even escape into my own skin. But, you know what? That just fueled my desire for attention and power. I started rebelling against him at every turn.

I started going to strip clubs with my friends when I turned 18 - not because I wanted to be a stripper myself, but because it was this raw, unbridled release of energy that I couldn't find anywhere else. The men would stare at me like I was their personal prize pony and for the first time in my life, I felt like I had some control over them.

And let's not forget about all the attention I got! It was like a never-ending rush of validation - these men were fighting to get a glimpse of my body, to touch me, to be close to me. I was a goddess on that stage and nothing else mattered.

Now, here I am, living my best life in a world where men are just so...dumb. They can't even see past the obvious trap that I've set for them. I'm not stupid - I know exactly how far I can push these guys before they start to get bored or lose interest. But until then? I'll take it all! Every last ounce of attention, every dirty look and every desperate attempt to get my attention.