Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
After a week with the family, it’s no wonder you’ve stolen a few moments to sneak into a titty bar to enjoy a good strip tease. Knowing you aren’t allowed to touch makes things so exciting. You have to pay for the visual pleasure of watching a woman undress herself before you, but that’s where it ends.
You find a chair close to the stag and pull out the wad of ones you’ve been piling up just for this occasion. The house lights dim, and the spotlights dance over the stage. Excitement pulses through you, and the curtains open.
Strip Tease
The woman on the stage looks like a woman, soft and supple in all the right places, but her movements have a robotic hitch. Now, you’re even more excited. I saunter to the pole and swirl myself around it. Letting you get a good look at every inch of my body. The lights above make me look more tan, more unattainable. You know I’m too expensive for you to keep me for yourself. This is all you get—four minutes of visual stimulation that will cost your entire paycheck.
Sitting closer, you start to throw your dollar bills. A soft smirk cast in your direction makes your dick twitch in your pants. My fingers work the clasp of my bra open from behind me, and you ache to see my tits. Will my nipples be as erect as your cock is trying to get? More money slips from your fingers to rain at my feet. High heels, crushing them as I dance for you. All your hours at work, all the sweat, tears, and struggle to add each dollar to your bank account now flows from your fingertips just to see more of my body.
I wiggle down my panties, leaving the garter belt in place; my stocking shimmers like glitter under the spotlights, and all you can think about is the one thing you aren’t allowed to do. You want to touch. How much would a private dance cost? Could you convince me to break the rules and just let you caress my beautiful body? How much would you pay for just a strip tease?
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413