Stripper in a Seedy Dive
"Dance on this pole," he says as he pushes you to your knees.
The music blares. The stench of stale beer is strongest here, near the sticky floor.
You look up at him, trying to shake your head no.
"Suck my cock," he growls.
You lick your lips. You've done it before, in gloryholes, with Goddess forcing you, holding your head while you knelt naked in the booth. This is different. Not a small booth, it's a large bar with at least thirty people in it. But you have to repay the bikers. You busted up their rides.
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