I never imagined that I would pay my fiancée for sex, but she gave me the best blowjob of my life last week in exchange for $140.
This story begins on my birthday, Wednesday of last week. I took the day off from work to celebrate, but all my friends were busy during the afternoon. Driving past a strip club, I decided to drop in by myself and grab a drink.
The lighting in the club was dim, but red and blue spotlights illuminated the curves of the dancer on center stage. She was in her early 20s, and she had big natural breasts tucked into a black bikini top.
Sliding down the pole and climbing off stage, she sat on my lap and asked if I wanted a dance. Her name was Imagine (cliché, I know), and her barely covered, smooth skin felt amazing pressed against my jeans. Of course, I said yes.
The area for lapdances was walled off with a red curtain for privacy. I leaned back into a sofa chair with high arm rests, which gave us some privacy. Imagine sat on my lap with her arms wrapped around the back of my neck. She took off my glasses so I could bury my face in her tits.