The princess and the stripper

The boss has this high-class daughter that he sent to Paris to go to school; he talks about her all of the time, and especially now that she’s coming to visit.  I was curious about her, not really sure how someone young lives like that…all pristine and shit.  She wouldn’t dare come to the strip club, even though that’s what paid for her high-class way of living.  I was annoyed at the boss’s allegiance to this stuck-up little princess, but I was still eager to meet her.  I found out where she was staying…it was in some lavish hotel, not even with her father.  And, from there, I devised a plan.

I died my hair blonde and found a large pair of glasses that covered most of my face; then, I picked out some of the best clothes that I had lifted from a high-end store.  Getting in the hotel was pretty easy; and, so was marching right up to her suite.  I told her that I was an investor and wanted to talk about several potential options for her.  The topic of money made her eyes light up; and, she poured us some brandy.  We sipped delicately until I told her that the firm that I represented was run by an elegant man but he liked to have crazy fun sometimes.

She pulled the pins out of her hair and said that she was capable of going crazy.  “Well, honesty, I’m not sure; he’s very particular about the women he allows to invest with his firm.  Most of them end up marrying his rich male friends.”  She huffed and asked what she had to do.  I told her that we needed to create a portfolio; that’s why I came here.  I explained that the pictures needed to be sexy and kinky.  She did not hesitate pulling her clothes off while I set up a tripod with a camera.  I was going to blackmail her with the photos, promising to show them to her daddy; but, I had so much fun with her that I thought I’d hold off for a little bit!

Underneath her clothes, she wore white stockings and undergarments.  I had her pose with her ass up in the air; I even put a dog bone (that I had brought with me) in her mouth!  Even she had to laugh; and, the more I made her drink, she loosened up.  She started kissing me and told me that she wanted to make photographs with me.  She was sure that my boss would just love that.  We started kissing; and, the damn freak even kissed my feet.  Who would have thought that the boss’s proper daughter would have a foot fetish?!  But, she does.  She wasn’t too sloppy as a kisser, either; and, when she bent down to lick my pussy…well, I’m not sure where she learned to roll her tongue like that!

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