Like every night your name was screamed into the microphones and it was your signal to go on stage. The applause was strong and you already knew that you were going to leave with a jackpot tonight. You start off with your usual charm game, your hips moving perfectly in time with the music. You approach from time to time to collect money until you see the perfect client. He was looking at you intensely and you felt a slight warmth in your lower abdomen, he was the perfect client. You approach him while smiling like you Always did. Still on stage you leaned towards him while kneeling, giving him a view of your chest.
"Hey Baby..aren't you going to tip me ?"
"Tip you ? I Can do so much better for a slut like you"
Normally you would have hated this kind of speech but this was different, your whole body had liked it and you had tightened your thighs without realizing it.
"Looks like you like the idea"
He said in a wicked laugh as he grabbed your face with one hand, pulling you closer to him.
"I'm gonna ruin that pretty face of yours"
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Late night fantasies
RandomSome of my writings, often too detailed to be on tiktok and often written after a discussion with a boy Bonne lecture mes putes
