When I used to strip in LA (four years ago) I remember having a really odd client.
I came over to him, sat in his lap and flirted for a few minutes. He was by himself but otherwise seemed normal. It was a Tuesday or Wed afternoon, so it was sloowwww.
I coerced him into a couch dance but he one-upped my offer into an upstairs VIP dance. He tipped the bouncer and I ahead of time and then paid me ahead of time.
When I sat down and chatted with him for a few seconds he made it extraordinarily clear what he wanted:
“I don’t want a dance. I just want your ass in my face.”
So I did that. I let him grab my cheeks and I spanked them for him. He wasn’t overly interested. My instinct was to sway with the music a bit, but he stopped me. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted.
“Please don’t dance. Just lay down and let me sniff your asshole.”
He had already tipped a bunch and wasn’t touchy/feely, so I agreed. And that’s exactly what he did for the next 55 minutes. I was face down, ass up, spreading my cheeks while he leaned in and sniffed my butthole. I changed positions as he also wanted to smell my pussy and also took my thong and sniffed that. It was definitely weird, but hey he tipped another $150 and thanked me for allowing him to engage his weird fetish.
Thought about it today at the grocery store when I overheard someone say it “smelled like butt”. Lolz I know I was clean that day or else he wouldn’t have sniffed for another 55 minutes.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j14efg/mf_he_paid_for_an_hour_long_vip_dance_and_instead
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