Dancing for the Mafia King
Her lips down below were covered by the fabric of her lacy black fabric, but it only went to barely above her lips before dispersing into loose string that went up and around her curvaceous hips as she swung them making her ass bounce behind her.
“What can I do for you young lady?” she asked loudly trying to allow me to hear her over the music and the men that had gotten louder from the dancer up on stage removing her thong.
“I’m looking for work.” I yelled simply, she nodded.
“Follow me, I’ll take you to Dale, but be aware, he might be a bit… busy.” she stated, and turned to walk through a door, as I followed closely behind.
As we walked down a hallway, the sounds of moans were loud back he
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