It's a common myth that there's no sex in the champagne room...
I love working at the strip club. The lights, the music, the dancing, the attention. Part of me wishes that I could pull a guy on stage and “perform” with him in front of everyone.
When a man slipped me a hundred dollar bill during a stage dance, it immediately piqued my interest. In the dark club, I could hardly see his face, but I could tell he was strong, handsome, and rich. When we went to the champagne room for a private dance, he decided to make this a sexual experience I'd never forget- even though there were other people right next to us getting dances! To top it all off, he made sure I would never forget, by filling me with an impregnating creampie!
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