Stripper in a Seedy Dive

Stripper in a Seedy Dive by Dildo-Holster

Song over, you get down off the stage and return to the bar.

"Nice dancing," the bartender says. "You must want to get laid really bad."

NO, I DON'T. Why did you lie?

"Wipe the cum off your chin and go to the Champagne Room. You have a date, slut."

Oh my God. You wonder who it is. Your face turns red. Your heart thumps in your chest. Your mangina squeezes the buttplug.

"Go on," the bartender says. "Time is money, and you owe us twenty-seven thousand dollars."

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