It's
a dirty job here at the Looking Glass...Mine's just checking out the girl
in Strip Clubs I entered the strip club as an observer. A long day at the office had me feeling the need for a happy hour drink. What better way to wind down then with a cold one in the company of naked women? I could think of nothing better relaxing and watching beauty unfold in front of me. Little did I know there were other plans in mind for me. I would leave the club as a future regular. Amber was her name, real or not, I didnt care. She sat down next to me at the bar, wearing a smoking evening gown that instantly attracted my attention. Her body fit into it perfectly, with just the right amount of cleavage showing to make sure I wasnt going anywhere soon. As we talked about my job, her job, and life, I came to realize this girl was more than about the money. But she had to go on stage, and although I was disappointed to have her leave me, I was astonished when she took to the stage. Gracefully
she slid off her top during a dance move, so it would be in rhythm with
the music. As her breasts glistened under the stage lights, I was drawn
to the seating area so I could be next to her. As I grabbed a chair, she
kneeled down and started crawling to me. Thank God I was sitting. Her
solo dance on stage was for me and about me at this point, at least in
my mind, and I could almost feel every thrust. That was to come soon enough
anyway. For now, I slipped my dollars anywhere I could and felt her smooth
skin entice me for more. Thats when she said meet me in the VIP
room in ten minutes.
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