Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
I’ve seen you at the club a few times, and the girls always get giddy when they see you walk in. They suspect there is a wealth of cash to be pulled from you, BUT you have a reputation for slipping away before it can get too good. You keep a tight leash on your wallet, but the strippers are always happy to take what they can get either way.
I am standing just before the exit when I see you scan the room and act as though you’re going to leave. Realizing your go-to girls aren’t milling about the stage area or sitting on laps. The ATM is right by the door, and I lean my body against it. Lengthening out my little core and popping out one hip. I’m wearing black sheer stockings that are bold against the paleness of my thighs; the garter belt holding them up frames a shimmery red pair of cheeky panties, and my bra has lots of straps to catch your eye as they stretch over my cleavage. I’m twirling a lock of strawberry blonde hair around my finger, and I hum when your gaze starts at my heels and SLOWLY devours up the length of my body.
Your Go-To Girl
I crook a finger at you with a devilish smirk and call you over to me. It’s only a few feet, but I can feel your hesitation as you eye the door. The exit is so close… the ATM is closer.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” Your voice is soft, unsure, and almost, and I watch your Adam’s apple bob as you swallow tightly. I chuckle softly and drop my hair to reach out for your chest. I finger the buttons on your shirt and my head cocks to the side as I look up at you.
“Maybe you haven’t been looking hard enough?” My finger hooks in the small space between buttons, and I pull you to me. My chin lifts, and I nod to the ATM, “Let’s take out some play money.” My thighs rub against yours.
“Um, I was about to leave. Seems like my go-to girls aren’t here, but maybe yeah, I could stay for a bit. Can I buy you a drink?” Your fingers punch some numbers into the ATM keypad.
I shake my head and shift my body so my tits are against your back. In my heels, my lips barely reach your shoulders, but my hands skim up and down your bicep, and I stretch up to let my lips brush against your ear lobe. “You’ll need much more than you normally take out.” My left hand palms your chest and slips down to your belt. “And youre going to need a double… You aren’t going anywhere for a while.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
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