You see my name on the Marquee above the strip club. Bad Ass Brianna appearing tonight only. You can’t believe your luck. You check your wallet and you know that pitiful $500.00 you have in it will never be enough. Maybe for the other dancers, but not for me. You recall our last time and your cock gets immediately hard. You head for the ATM and clear out your account.
You walk in and bribe the door man with $200.00 to be shown to my dressing room. You gingerly knock, scared and excited at the same time. Will I let you in or call you a useless pathetic loser. I tell you to enter and you see me sitting at my dressing table. My long legs in stiletto heels and I am leaning forward putting on my lipstick. You can almost see my beautiful tits in my black corset. I immediately put out my hand, you go to shake it and I slap it away. You know that is not why I extended my hand. I am facing you now and I extend my beautiful hand again, you put $500.00 in my hand asking if that is enough. I tell you to be a good boy and get me another bottle of Cristal and we will talk about the amount I expect from you.
You come back in my dressing room with my Cristal and a crystal glass. I am talking to you, giving you the attention you crave and you try and get a look up my tiny latex skirt. That will cost you, I extend my hand again as you put more bills in it. You can tell by the sneer on my beautiful face that it isn’t enough. You give me more. I walk over to you slowly, you are flustered. I straddle you and start to give you a very slow lap dance. Not one part of my beautiful body actually touches you. I reach in your pocket and remove your wallet. I slowly go back to my dressing table, painfully slow as you need me back on your lap. I run all the cards in your wallet for the max.
I slowly dance for you removing my skirt. You are so hard, I warned you too wear a condom to avoid an accident. I am back on your lap, teasing you letting you feel my warm breath on your neck, you smell my perfume. You are an addict needing a fix. I start to unzip your pants but…Oops too late. Looks like you will be doing the walk of shame out of club with a huge wet spot of cum on your pants. Loser!
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