Last night, some high-rolling dudes came to the club where I work. I was dancing on the pole, working the room, and I knew they were taking notice. I shimmied down the pole, wrapping my legs so tightly around the cold metal that I could feel it through my thin panties. I hung upside-down, my breasts gently bouncing; and, then, I winked at their table before I licked a finger. Trailing it from my mouth, down my stomach, and to my crotch. These fuckers were mine, and they knew it. Hell, even the other women knew it. I was going to score tonight.
So, they brought me back for a private party. Just like I expected: they had large pure lines on the table before I even got in the room. This was going to be a party! They’d been drinking a lot and I took advantage of that: I danced how much I wanted and kept doing lines. It was good shit. I had one dude rub up against my ass once and blow his load in his pants; I laughed at the motherfucker and then his buddies did, too.
Two of the dudes passed-out, and that left one. I sat in his lap, kissing him, cruelly teasing him. He was so fucked up that he couldn’t even get it up; he finally threw his head back and started mumbling. I reached inside of his pockets for his wallet; there was a lot of money. I didn’t take time to count it, just shoved it into my panties; I went around the room and did the same thing to all the guys. Then, I swiped the rest of the coke into the bag on the table.
I couldn’t withhold my laughter: the closest I’d gotten to those fools was really my hand in their pants, to swipe everything on ‘em. I ended my shift and went to a club; I knew once I got there, I wouldn’t have to pay for anything; so, I left the money and coke at home for later. Dancing at the club, I was already checking out outfits and shoes planning what I’d buy with those dumbasses’ money! Fuck, it’s great to be me!
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