Stripping for cash in some small town bar was not what I had planned for tonight. The car gave out with a shudder and a sigh, steam rising from beneath the hood like an exhausted ghost. I coasted to a stop in front of a glowing neon sign that pulsed in the dark. “Velvet Vice.” The letters flickered, pink and sultry against the night sky. I laughed softly under my breath. Of all the places to break down, this felt like the universe was playing a joke just for me.
I stepped out, the cool air slipping beneath my jacket, raising goosebumps on my skin. My phone battery was dead. My wallet was thin. And the nearest gas station was a ten-minute walk in heels. I glanced at the club. Music thumped faintly through the walls, like a heartbeat calling me in. The scent of perfume and cigarettes drifted out when the door opened for someone else. Curiosity sparked in my chest, stripping for cash was looking pretty good right now.
Velvet covered everything in that low red light. Plush seating. Gilded railings. Mirrors framed in gold. The dancers moved with liquid grace on the stage, catching the light with every curve of their bodies. A part of me wanted to leave immediately, but another part… was lured in by stripping for cash. Eventually, I found myself in the manager’s office, velvet still somehow present even here. He looked me over without a word, then tilted his head slightly toward the open space in the center of the room.
No words were needed. I slipped off my jacket slowly, deliberately, stripping for cash. My heartbeat picked up. Every inch of me felt exposed even before I revealed anything. Still, I stepped closer. His chair remained planted in the middle of the room, wide and dark, like a throne in some hidden palace. The moment he leaned back, arms resting on the armrests, I felt something ignite in me.
My heartbeat picked up. Every inch of me felt exposed even before I revealed anything. Still, I stepped closer. His chair remained planted in the middle of the room, wide and dark, like a throne in some hidden palace. The moment he leaned back, arms resting on the armrests, I felt something ignite in me. With hesitant fingers, I slid the zipper down my dress. Stripping for cash. It whispered open, slipping off my shoulders and cascading to the floor.
My sexy leather boots clicked softly as I circled him, letting my fingertips graze the back of his neck, then trail down his chest. Although nerves tangled in my belly, I breathed them away. I leaned in, hair brushing his cheek, my lips close but never touching. My body moved instinctively, hips rolling as I climbed into his lap. Finally stripping for cash. I straddled him slowly, letting my thighs tighten around him, teasing the rhythm of the music I could barely hear beyond the walls.
At first, I didn’t touch him. I let the anticipation stretch. Alas, with a soft press of my hands on his shoulders, I leaned in and arched my back, letting my chest brush his with featherlight contact. My breath warmed his ear as I exhaled. I felt the shiver it sent through him. That was the moment I understood the power of the tease. The power of stripping for cash.
Gradually, my movements grew bolder. I rolled my hips against him, grinding just enough to make him ache, to let him know I could. My hands slid down his chest and thighs, every motion slow and deliberate. I knew he wanted more. Surprisingly, I could see it most in the tension of his jaw, the way his fingers gripped the armrests, but never reached for me.
When I leaned back and looked at him, his eyes met mine. The look he gave me was approval. Possession. Indeed his cock still was rock hard in his tailored pants. And that made heat rush to the base of my spine. Eventually, I stepped off his lap, pleased with him being fooled by my innocent look. The silence stretched a few seconds longer. My sexy leather boots are clicking on the floor. Finally, he nodded once, as if to say, “You’re in.” And just like that, my night had changed. I didn’t need a ride anymore.
How did the rest of my night go? Did I come back to finish what I started? Or did I find some hot guy to ride? Call me to find out…
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