Riley Parker turned her hips away from the mirror, admiring her ass. She clenched her tight, pear shaped cheeks, leaning forward as she fluffed gently at the folds of her microskirt, making sure everything she wanted to be seen was in full view. She loved her ass, and her deep Venusian dimples. And she wasn’t the only one. She always welled with a cocky pride in the face of the envy of her peers, and would snap her thong, when she was getting dressed, for their benefit. It was a bit out of character for her, but she found herself allowing the indulgence of vanity quite a bit more often ever since she got the job. It was something she’d made a mental of to keep in check, and she made sure to leave it all at the club, but damn if she didn’t look fuckable as hell.
It was a Friday. The club would be packed, so she was wearing her tried and true schoolgirl outfit tonight. She’d only been here a few weeks, but she was thrilled with herself for getting one man to cum in his pants, dancing in this outfit. She loved it so much, she’d been trying for it every time, since. Teasing them, giving them a taste of what they wanted, before pulling away when she felt like taking it from them. She earned every $20, and already had a handful of loyal customers.