When you look like me, hot ass sex is all you have. I did a gig at the strip club Friday night. This big spender was enamored with me. He seemed oddly familiar to me. He was much older, but nice. I agreed to go to his hotel room with him. He gave me $1,000 just to show up at the door. Promised me more if I entered his room. I am not a hooker, but money is nice. He seemed like a lonely old man. I knew there was a chance he could be jack the ripper or something, so I asked Big Al about him. He was surprised I didn’t know who he was. He was an aging rock star past his prime. Music of my parents’ generation. I knew this band’s big song as soon as Big All started singing it badly. He was playing a gig in town I guess and popped into the club to end the night on a high note. He is no billionaire. His band never had success past the 60s and 70s, but he was nice and monopolizing my time all night, so I agreed to go to his hotel next door after my shift. I don’t know if he took Viagra or what, but for a 74-year-old man, his boner was impressive. I saw the wad of cash on his table for me. It looked to be a couple grand. I was flattered he wanted to pay me, but this was a man no longer rich. He had more money than a phone sex slut does, but he had a nice cock for any age and he was a really sweet. I told him I felt bad taking money for something I would do for free. I had him keep his wad of cash and I fucked his sizeable old boner for well over 4 hours. I mean if he did take a Viagra, I wanted him to get the most out of it. Two days later, my pussy is still sore, and I can’t get his band’s song out of my head.
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