The Billionaires Stripper
He lets out a shaky breath before saying, "Look, I don't want to be here, so how about we skip the sex part until it's time for me to leave."
Hands on my hips, I scoff. "I am not here to have sex with you," I tell him. "I am just here to strip for you."
He still has his back on me, what an odd one. I think to myself.
Why pay money if wasn't planning on doing anything to me, a low gasp leaves me when I realize that he might be one of those men who have weird fetishes and desires. But then again, he might just be a poor soul whose friends spent a little too much for him to experience something fun.
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