I love sex. I love everything about it. Having a sex related job would be perfect for me. (I know it’s not easy. Let me fantasize, god damnit.) I can see myself up on stage, working the pole, wearing a collar that says, “his,” meaning Jared, my boyfriend and owner of the club.
Jared is 48, tall dark and handsome. He loves seeing me tease other men. They can’t have me though, they can only admire and slip money into my thong. Extra for having my tits in your face. They’re small but perky and will get the job done.
The lights are low, the music is just right. The customers have great vibes. I’m lighting up the place with my body. I look over at Jared and blow him a kiss. I hoped he was dark as a rock and tucking it behind his belt to hide it. I couldn’t wait for him to use my pussy later.
One of the customers got a little too comfortable with me and touched my tits. Jared reacted immediately and threw the guy right out. That really gets me going. Seeing him be protective over me. I’m his. He gave me a wink and I went right back to it.